Chapter six hundred and forty-eight three clan alliance
In the early morning, there were fierce battles in the Jiuyou Dragon Court. Feng Ting, a martial artist in the realm of rebirth, led a hundred thousand Yin soldiers to guard the Dragon Court, and fought fiercely with an army of half a million ghosts under Tan Xin. It was impossible to tell the winner in a short time, and Tan
Xin, Qi Liandao and others are not in a hurry to take action, they are all waiting for the arrival of a stronger opponent. If it was just Feng Ting, there would be nothing to worry about.
In the morning mist, a wisp of sword energy suddenly shot down from the air, instantly evaporating a group of giant-mouthed ghost soldiers into a rain of blood. The sword holder was dressed in a green shirt and his figure was swaying. He was really old and looked a bit disgraceful. He was no one else.
, it was Qin Hong, the Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator, who was the head of the three major subordinates of Zhenlong Zhaoying.
"It's finally here!"
Qi Liandao narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Xin'er, this Qin Hong is a thirteenth-level sword cultivator. He is very powerful. Only you can resist him."
"knew."
Tan Xin stood up from the Ghost Emperor's throne, stepped lightly into the void with her slender feet, her long and slender jade legs were extremely moving, she raised her palms, and a huge blood-colored dharma image fell from the sky and went straight to Qin Hong's head.
"Asshole!"
As a thirteenth-level sword cultivator, how could Qin Hong bear such an insult? How dare a mere twelve-level ghost cultivator dare to manipulate him with such confidence? This female ghost emperor's brain is probably filled with water.
However, at the next moment, after a bloody palm print of Tan Xin was wiped out by the opponent's sword energy, Tan Xin retreated quickly, patted the coffin behind him, and a wisp of the dharma of the twelve realm ghosts appeared. It was a female ghost, dressed in red, with an expression on her face.
He was ferocious and terrifying, with wisps of green aura lingering all over his body, and said with a ferocious smile: "Old man, you must die!"
"bring it on!"
Tan Xin raised the corner of his mouth slightly and opened his palm towards the female ghost. Suddenly, the female ghost's figure was annihilated one after another, turning into wisps of soul power that penetrated Tan Xin's body. For a moment, Tan Xin's power surged sharply, and her energy was already gone in the blink of an eye.
It has reached the level of the Thirteenth Realm, and is even stronger. There are wisps of ghostly edicts appearing around the body, and there are already some signs of triggering ghostly celestial phenomena.
"Um?"
Qin Hong frowned. The well-informed man seemed to know the secret, and said: "You actually know the Green Soul Union Tracing Technique?!"
Tan Xin sneered: "I am a coffin bearer in the Twelve Realms. Isn't it reasonable to know the secret method of banning ghosts? Old man, can you die in peace now?"
Qin Hong looked angry, let out a roar of thunder, and rushed towards Tan Xin with his sword. At the same time, Feng Ting, a martial artist in the rebirth realm who punched a group of ghost armies on the ground and beat them to flesh and blood, roared: "Old guy,
Don't blindly fight for your life, their goal is the master's remains, if we die, everything will be over!"
"Know!"
While Qin Hong drove the sky-wide sword energy to kill Tan Xin, he said in a deep voice: "The Nine Nether Dragon Court is about to overthrow, why is Shu Fan missing?"
Feng Ting frowned and said nothing, how could he know.
Qi Liandao smiled, patted his sleeves, and smiled at the female sword fairy in his sleeves: "Don't worry, don't worry, you will meet your two old friends soon."
…
Dozens of miles away to the east of Jiuyou Dragon Court, a large number of Chinese players gathered. Hundreds of thousands of players from the Scarlet Moon Knights, Shengtian, Xinghe, Canglong, Xunxian and other guilds finally arrived here after a long journey. Many only
Players who can walk on foot are exhausted, and their physical strength has dropped below 40 points. However, those players with mounts and flying magic weapons are much more relaxed. Especially those who fly with magic weapons, their physical strength is basically full.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and in the distance, a bloody sword light appeared in the sky above the Nine Nether Dragon Court and rose into the sky. It was Qin Hong's sword from the Thirteenth Realm. The shock made the earth tremble, but although this sword was full of power, it was still
He was still suppressed by Tan Xin. The ghostly aura shrouded the sky and was everywhere.
At this time, almost half of the fate of the ghost world is in Tan Xin's hands.
"It's not good, the fight has already started."
Ishi Cangliang frowned and drove a flying sword to the Scarlet Moon Knights' position and said: "Lin Zhao, it will take at least an hour for us to walk there slowly like this. Let's break it off. Everyone who can wield a sword
, The people who are on horseback leave first, let’s go over and calm down the situation, otherwise we’ll be in trouble.”
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "Let's choose from all the major guilds. If you can, go there as soon as possible. Otherwise, it may be too late."
All of a sudden, silhouettes rose from the ground. All Jindan sword cultivators, spiritual cultivators and other players took to the air with their magic weapons. The cavalry and combat players on the ground also gathered one after another. Finally, after the orders of various alliance leaders, they quickly
Go west.
…
Nine Nether Dragon Court.
At the top of the mountain, a mountain was cut into three parts by Qin Hong's long sword. In the rays of light, figures fell on one of the mountains. The people from the world of neon clothes have arrived, starting from the Thirteenth Realm.
Sir, the 20 Nishang people from the top five realms in the world led by Cao Yan of the Twelve Realms, who can be considered the elites under the Demon Emperor, have all come out.
On the other side, a group of mountain monks from the human world also fell on a broken mountain on the opposite side. The first to fall were a group of scholars from the Confucian Academy, headed by Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator Jing Chu, Gu Lingyu
Waiting for the twelve realms, scholars from the eleventh realm appeared one after another. In addition, the Mo family's ancestral family also sent people, including the twelve realm swordsman Xu Shuo, plus more than a dozen Mohist ranger disciples who were not weak in combat. From the south,
Several figures passed by, and one of them, who had a strong fisting spirit, was the martial artist Long Dongjun of the Rebirth Realm. Next to him were Lingyan Sword Sect Xie Yiying and his disciple Chen Mengjun.
"Mr. Jing Chu, Mr. Gu Xiao, Xu Jianxian!" Long Dongjun greeted with fists in his hands.
Jing Chu, Gu Lingyu, and Xu Shuo all nodded.
Xie Yiying also clasped her fists and saluted. Jing Chu and other scholars all bowed. When the group was greeting each other, wisps of wind and thunder came from the north. A group of demon clan's upper five realms also arrived, including Ning Yuansheng, Fu Sheng,
Nan Qingfeng led the team with three thirteenth realms and a total of 20 upper five realm demons. It can be said that they are the strongest of the three parties.
As soon as the demon tribe arrived, everyone's eyes were dazzled.
Since ancient times, there have been endless wars between the human race, the demon race, and the demon race. Not only did the armies at the foot of the mountain conquer each other, but the monks on the mountain also hunted each other. This process has never stopped. If it weren't for the Nine Nether Dragon Court situation at our feet.
, when these three parties meet on the mountain, a world-shattering battle will inevitably occur.
Ning Yuansheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the Thirteenth Level Sword Immortal Jing Chu in the distance. He had met several times before, but it was just a one-sided relationship. He could not tell a winner. He still felt a little regretful in his heart.
, and Fu Sheng was dressed in a scholar's shirt, holding a green bamboo scroll in his hand, looking at Jing Chu with a pair of eyes. When he looked at Lingyu, he regarded him as a comrade. Fu Sheng was the only scholar in the Yaoshan Ancestral Mountain.
It is a Confucian technique, but unfortunately, in the eyes of the human race, it has always been regarded as a moron and is not authentic enough.
"Everyone."
Nan Qingfeng looked down at the battle situation in the Nine Nether Dragon Court and said, "Put aside the past grudges for the time being. Qi Lian said, Tan Xin has already started to attack the Nine Nether Dragon Court. Should I go down now?"
"Um."
Jing Chu nodded: "Since we are going to take action, we, the human monks, should be the first to fight!"
With that said, this magnificent Thirteenth Level scholar swooped down into the Nine Nether Dragon Court with his sword, and the sword energy poured down from the sky, as if this sword was going to end the battle in the Nine Nether Dragon Court.
Immediately afterwards, Gu Lingyu drove a letter and rushed down with his second uncle. Immediately, a group of scholars, plus disciples of the Mohist family, and people from the Lingyan Sword Sect all killed him. Only Long Dongjun was the one holding his arms.
Huai, waited until everyone had gone down before floating down in the wind.
Long Dongjun acted calmly and voluntarily stayed behind to avoid sneak attacks from the demons and demons in the upper five realms.
"snort……"
Ning Yuansheng smiled slightly and said: "Everyone, the monks on the mountain in our world of monsters should not fall too far behind. Follow me and break the situation of the reincarnation of the real dragon. The time has come to make contributions to the ancestral mountain!"
A large group of great demons rushed into the Nine Nether Dragon Courtyard like a shower of stars.
"gone."
In the world of colorful clothes, Ran Qing, a great monk in the Thirteenth Realm, gave a low shout and led everyone to follow him.
…
Inside the Nine Nether Dragon Courtyard.
Seeing the three tribes and the five realms pouring down one after another, Qi Liandao narrowed his eyes. In fact, he had been waiting for a long time. Just when everyone was about to fall into the Nine Nether Dragon Court Valley, he quickly burned a talisman in his hand, and immediately
Wisps of talismans hidden in the wind appeared in mid-air, turning into streaks of ghostly energy that bloomed with rays of light and rushed upward.
"Be careful!"
Jing Chu raised his hand and struck a sword, cutting a passage for the monks from all over the world.
Ning Yuansheng raised his palm and dropped it, shattering countless talismans.
With a wave of his sleeves, Ran Qing actually collected a few of those talismans, and they banged and banged in his sleeves without causing any damage to the colorful clothes in the world.
"well……"
Qi Liandao looked up at the scene in the sky, shook his head slightly, and sighed helplessly: "After all, my level is still low, otherwise I will definitely teach you how powerful this set of Qiankun talismans is!"
As he said that, he looked up into the distance and said with a smile: "Xin'er, it's almost done, close the net!"
The next moment, under the gaze of the monks from the upper five realms of the three tribes, Tan Xin suddenly jumped back, and his body actually penetrated into the twelve realms of wandering corpses. Immediately, the combat power of the wandering corpses surged, and he surpassed them in an instant.
The thirteenth-level combat power swept forward, and his pointed fingertips pierced Qin Hong's protective sword with a "chi" sound, and then his body was exposed. For a moment, Qin Hong opened his eyes wide,
His pupils were trembling violently. He thought he would die, but he didn't expect that he would die at the last moment!
"puff!"
Tan Xin, who possessed the wandering corpse, directly took out the old swordsman's heart and swallowed it in one gulp. Then he opened his fingers and dragged Qin Hong's soul out of his body. His body turned into a bolt of lightning and dived toward the earth.
Shangzheng punched Feng Ting, a rebirth-level warrior who killed a ghost king, and said with a ferocious smile: "Feng Ting, accept your fate!"
Feng Ting turned around, his eyes full of despair. He was in a dignified rebirth state. He was invincible with both fists. His military courage has been ringing since ancient times. However, at this moment, he saw Tan Xin, who used the Green Soul Fusion Tracing Technique to bend down.
When he was traveling in the fourteenth realm where corpses were piled up with secret techniques, Feng Ting's military courage dimmed, and he actually started to feel afraid!
