"Dang-dang-dang." Under the night, there was a chaotic sound of swords clashing.
What was once a fairy mountain and divine vein has now been reduced to a sea of blood in hell, with broken limbs and corpses everywhere.
All the Xuanjian Peak disciples were killed with dishonorable faces, with expressions of despair and numbness on their faces.
These ancient zombies are too difficult to kill.
More than a dozen of their disciples jointly attacked a Gujiang clan member, but it was still difficult for them to reach the sky.
As long as the opponent's head is not cut off, no matter how serious the injury is, these people will slowly repair themselves.
terrible!
Where are the people here?
Isn't this a super powerful fighting body?
It can't be killed even if it's killed, and it can't be destroyed even if it's chopped down!
Even if the opponent's palms are burned and withered, these monsters have the ability to slowly recover.
It's just like a monster!
The fish belly in the east is white, and the dark sky gradually becomes brighter.
All the disciples of Xuanjian Peak are hopeless.
This battle actually lasted from midnight to dawn, lasting three or four hours.
The Gujiang clan has gradually retreated, leaving only a small group of people still stubbornly resisting.
Suddenly, there was a terrifying huge earthquake not far away.
All the Xuanjian Peak disciples who were in a state of exhaustion were trembling in their hearts.
An elder in ragged clothes shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, stay back!!"
"Back off!"
"This small group of demon tribesmen are not afraid of death. Seeing that they can't escape, they all explode their demon pills like crazy, killing all the enemies around them."
As a result of their fierce and fearless attack, numerous disciples from Xuanjian Peak and the Holy Temple were killed and injured.
The remaining seven or eight demon tribesmen even escaped from the trap and fled quickly.
There was a crisp "clang" sound.
I don't know which disciple dropped the spiritual treasure in his hand to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, all the disciples' hands and feet were numb and limp in a pool of blood, and their weapons fell with clang.
Everyone was drained of all their energy, and it seemed like they had lost the strength to even lift a finger.
They stared at the surroundings with a trace of sadness and fear in their eyes.
It's over, Xuanjian Peak is basically over.
The bones of countless brothers and sisters on the mountain are buried in the sea of blood, and their original appearance can still be seen clearly.
Xi Zhuo sat there slumped with slumped shoulders, his whole head feeling a little empty.
Xiaopang and Leng Qiuhan barely supported their bodies and still stood there.
But the body shape is inevitably a bit shabby and crooked.
It was so powerful that the Gu Jiang clan and the demon clan teamed up to turn Xuanjian Peak upside down.
What's even more despairing is.
In this battle, almost all those who died were their disciples from Hanging Sword Peak and Sacred Temple.
Even if some of the people from the Gu Jiang clan and the Monster Clan died, at least most of them were able to exit the Xuanjian Peak safely with all their hair and tail intact.
Hanging Sword Peak and the Sacred Temple definitely suffered heavy losses.
Especially in the sacred hall, their king was slapped hard on the heart by Empress Gu Jiang, who was probably seriously injured.
A Xuanjian Peak disciple suddenly rubbed his eyes and raised his arms stupidly, "Look, look there."
Everyone couldn't help but feel a little jump in their hearts.
At this moment, they have absolutely no ability to fight again.
If Gu Zhan and the people from the Yao clan were to fight back at this moment, then they would have no choice but to sit back and wait to die.
"Does that look like our trial building?" This Xuanjian Peak disciple screamed in shock.
"The trial building ran away, ran away? The trial building ran away!!"
What? Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.