Immediately, the shouts of killing were loud, and Taoists from both sides were fighting in one place. Wang Qinglan, Zhao Le'an and the masters around them faced each other and stood still.
Huang Wenhua, the second disciple of Wujianwu in Jiulian Mountain from Wang Qinglan's camp, and Qian Wenlin, the second disciple of Zixia Tower in Xuefeng Mountain under Zhao Lean, were fighting together.
Huang Wenhua unsheathed his sword and held Qian Wenlin's red copper sword. He glared fiercely and said, "You are so brave! How dare you openly oppose the entire Nanyu Dao Dao Sect!"
Qian Wenlin smiled ferociously with red eyes: "Wang Qinglan cannot escape death. I advise you to escape as soon as possible, otherwise, you will also die here!"
The two fought for a long time, with Qian Wenlin's red copper sword slightly gaining the upper hand. Huang Wenhua was slashed to the point where he could barely parry and couldn't help but retreat.
Qian Wenlin took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He swung the red copper sword and with a click, slashed the Luo Tuo sword into the distance.
Huang Wenhua jumped back, Qian Wenlin laughed and said: "With your skills in Wujianwu, people still look down upon you if you work for Wang Qinglan!"
Huang Wenhua gritted his teeth and became furious. He took out the Northern Cold Thorn, a cold silver needle, and struck Qian Wenlin on him.
Qian Wenlin swung the red copper knife to block it, but he didn't know that the Northern Cold Thorn was a spiritual treasure with magical power. He was so shocked that the red copper knife fell out of his hand and he took three steps back.
Huang Wenhua smiled proudly, shook his finger, and the Northern Cold Thorn spun around in the air before flying towards Qian Wenlin.
Qian Wenlin regained his footing, looked up, and said with a sneer: "It's just a needle, what's there to be afraid of?"
He took out a pair of silver scissors from his arms and threw them into the air.
The wind struck the shear and turned into a streak of silver light, flying towards the Northern Cold Thorn, and with a click, cut the Northern Cold Thorn into two pieces.
Huang Wenhua's heart was empty, his whole body was shaken, and he was filled with anger. He glared at Qian Wenlin and shouted: "You ruined my Lingbao?"
Qian Wenlin laughed fiercely three times, pointed his finger at Huang Wenhua, and then the wind and scissors flew away.
Huang Wenhua grinned angrily, raised his Luo Tuo sword high, and slashed towards the wind.
How can Lingbao be compared with weapons? Just listen to the sound of a bell, and Huang Wenhua cuts two pieces with his sword.
When Huang Wenhua's senior brother Sun Wenhan saw his junior brother's death, he was so sad and furious that he gnashed his teeth and shouted: "Junior brother!"
He showed his sword and ran towards Qian Wenlin.
Qian Wenlin put away the wind shears, picked up the red copper knife, and killed Sun Wenhan at the same place.
Sun Wenhan's eyes were blood red: "Give my junior brother his life!"
Qian Wenlin smiled arrogantly: "You will not escape death today!"
Sun Wenhan swung the Yahui Sword making a hunting sound and attacked Qian Wenlin violently.
Qian Wenlin was ten years younger than Sun Wenhan in cultivation, so he was no match for him and jumped out of the competition.
Sun Wenhan pursued him relentlessly: "I will never give up until I kill everyone in Zixia Tower!"
After hearing this, Qian Wenlin felt angry and turned around with a knife: "You, Wujianwu, are going to destroy this place!"
The two fought for another five rounds. Sun Wenhan became fierce. Ya Hui's sword shook, flicked the red copper sword away, and stabbed Qian Wenlin on the waist.
Qian Wenlin felt pain, said "Uh" and stepped back.
How could Sun Wenhan miss this opportunity? He took three steps forward and stabbed Qian Wenlin's chest with Yahui Sword.
Seeing that his life was in danger, Qian Wenlin quickly took out his wind shears and shined them.
With a click, the Yahui sword broke into three sections, and Sun Wenhan was also forced to retreat.
Qian Wenlin said proudly: "You will die here too!"
With a finger, the wind-swept scissors flew towards Sun Wenhan.
Sun Wenhan raised his head and smiled scornfully: "You don't overestimate your capabilities!"
Take out the Magic Sky Diagram and display it, releasing a stream of black energy.
The wind-striking scissors flew into the black air, their precious light was eliminated, and they were included in the picture.
Qian Wenlin took half a step forward and shouted angrily: "Give me back the wind-striking scissors!"
Sun Wenhan smiled fiercely: "Give my junior brother his life!"
Mo Kongtu released a stream of black smoke towards Qian Wenlin.
Qian Wenlin was smoked by black smoke, his eyelids rolled up, and he died.
The cold light knife swung and charged towards Sun Wenhan.
Sun Wenhan held his sword against the cliff and shouted, "Are you from Zixia Tower so anxious to seek death?"
Xu Gaoyuan's eyes were red and he was gnashing his teeth: "Today I, Zixialou, and you, Wujianwu, will fight to the death!"
The two of them killed Shihe, but Sun Wenhan was exhausted and his movements became slower and slower.
Xu Gaoyuan took the opportunity to seize a gap, slashed Yahui Sword away, and slashed Sun Wenhan.
Sun Wenhan hurriedly stepped back, displayed the magic sky map, and sprayed a stream of black smoke towards Xu Gaoyuan.
Xu Gaoyuan took a step back, raised the Flying Flower Bracelet, and released a colorful light, in which countless petals appeared falling.
The magic power of the Flying Flower Bracelet was not as good as the Magic Sky Picture, and the petals and colored light were covered by black smoke. Xu Gaoyuan's eyes went black and he died on the spot.
Zhang Mingda, the leader of Zixia Pavilion, lost two disciples in a row. He was furious and charged at Sun Wenhan with his plain silver spear: "Give back the lives of my two disciples!"
Sun Wenhan held the cliff sword and barely managed to resist. The wounds on his body were bleeding.
The two fought until the fifth round. Zhang Mingda's weapon was so powerful that he pushed Yahui Sword away and stabbed Sun Wenhan in the lower abdomen.
Sun Wenhan said "Uh", bleeding profusely, and knelt on the ground.
Zhang Mingda swung the plain silver spear and was about to kill Sun Wenhan.
Sun Wenhan reluctantly unfolded the magic sky map and released another black smoke.
Zhang Mingda retreated and dodged, gnashing his teeth and said: "Look, I broke your Wujianwu evil spell!"
Take out the gold wing beads and throw them into the black smoke.
The golden wing beads emitted golden light in the black smoke, showing the shadow of two wings, and dispersed the black smoke.
Zhang Mingda stepped forward, flicked his plain silver spear, and stabbed Sun Wenhan in the chest, killing him.
Pan Liqun, the head of Wujianwu, was filled with grief and indignation. He let everyone else go and went straight to Zhang Mingda: "Kill my two disciples. How can you stop until I destroy your Zixia Tower?"
Zhang Mingda raised his head and laughed wildly: "Jiulianshan Wujianwu will die in your hands!"
Su Yin's gun shook and he and Pan Liqun were killed together.
The two fought for five rounds, but Pan Liqun suffered a loss with his sword and was stabbed in the ribs by Zhang Mingda, causing blood to flow out like a fountain.
Zhang Mingda took advantage of the victory and pursued Pan Liqun with his plain silver spear.
Pan Liqun hurriedly displayed the Pegasus flag, emitting a golden light, accompanied by the roar of thousands of horses.
Zhang Mingda's plain silver spear was pierced in the golden light and was knocked back.
Zhang Mingda regained his balance, snorted coldly, took out the golden wing beads and hit Pan Liqun.
The Golden Wing Pearl flashed with golden light, showing the shadow of its wings, and let out a crane chirp.
Pan Liqun flicked the Pegasus flag, and another golden light, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, was like a thousand troops marching together.
The momentum of the Golden Wing Pearl was not as powerful as the galloping horses. Its wings were broken and the golden light shattered, and it was knocked away and flew far away.
Zhang Mingda slowly opened his eyes as he listened to the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer. He felt as if he had been trampled by thousands of horses, shattered to pieces, and lying on his back, dead.
Pan Liqun glanced at the corpses on the ground, looked sad, and stepped aside.
In Wang Qinglan's camp, Yu Huamao, the second disciple of Shi Lixing, and Tian Xuelin, a disciple of Shuiyue League in Xianxia Ridge under Zhao Lean, were killed together.
Yu Huamao frowned and shouted: "Chen Chengwen is dead, why don't you thieves give up?"
Tian Xuelin smiled grimly: "Wang Qinglan has been the commander for thirty years, now it's time for a replacement!"
Yu Huamao snorted coldly: "How many of you are there, how can you be our opponent?"
Tian Xuelin tilted his lips and said: "Wang Qinglan can't protect herself. If you are smart, find another way to make a living quickly!"
Yu Huamao said contemptuously: "How could Nanyu Daodao Gate be surrendered to traitors like you?"