With the help of Da Dan, Duan Xinghuang was like a bright new star rising suddenly among thousands of troops. With a dazzling light all over his body, he suddenly rose from the ground, holding a weapon that had been chopped down from the sky.
The Star Curtain Divine Sword, which was cut open, rushed towards Feng Jueyu in the air with murderous intent.
Under the dark clouds, the sunset gradually covered the clouds with a crimson glow, which looked as bright as blood.
Xiaoyue's army suddenly came to Ba Kong City, and nearly a million people fought for nearly a day. At this moment, the deepest evening ushered in.
The clouds are red like blood, and the mountains and rivers are piled with corpses.
The evening glow begins to usher in the Shura night.
Not far away, there is a blue sword floating next to Qingjing Sanren. This sword is completely different from the flying sword he used back then. It is much higher in quality. The sword body is full of light and seems to have some magic power.
Black stars twinkled, his pure eyes glowed with faint black light, and his robes moved with the wind, making a rustling sound.
"Duan Xinghuang is red-eyed. The Duan family has lost three sons in a day. He has no way to take care of it. Your Majesty, what are we waiting for?"
"Wow!"
After Qingjing Sanren finished speaking, the mysterious man behind him took off the hood that blocked his face, revealing a ferocious and terrifying face.
There is a shallow scar on this face, which was obviously left on purpose. Otherwise, with this person's cultivation in the Taoist martial arts realm, he would never have let a scar stay on his face and affect his appearance for so long.
It is precisely because of this scar that the mysterious man's appearance looks extremely ferocious.
The man raised his head with a fierce look in his eyes, and his expression was still filled with deep disdain: "What a waste, there are so many people, they can't even take down the leader of a first-class Tianzong, no wonder they were beaten so hard that they ran away. Qing Jing
, you go support Duan Xinghuang, doesn’t he look down on you? Use the "Black Star Magic Blade" I gave you to kill Feng Jueyu with your own hands. You must know that this treasure is the essence of blood that I used back then.
The magic weapon refined by sacrifice can never be the opponent of this sword under the Taoist realm. Go ahead and don't embarrass me."
"This is what I asked for, thank you so much, Your Majesty." Upon hearing this, Qingjing Sanren accepted the order without even the slightest intention of flinching. He took a deep look at the "Black Star Magic Blade" floating beside him, and he actually felt endless confidence.
Compared with the early stage of Qiankun and the later stage of Qiankun, if you put it in the past, even if you give Qingjing Sanren a hundred courages, he would not dare to be such a standout. However, since joining the Izumo Imperial Palace, Qingjing Sanren is no longer the same person who was in the spirit of the past.
Zhou Zhou is only worthy of being the master of a small Taoist temple wandering among the ranks of the second-rate Tianzong. His horizons have been opened, he has seen a lot of the world, and he has also obtained many appalling magic weapons, elixirs, and even magical powers.
With these help, Qingjing Sanren feels that he no longer needs to be afraid of Feng Jueyu.
Nodding in agreement, Qingjing Sanren will leave Juechen and cooperate with Duan Xinghuang and Tutian Pavilion to encircle and suppress Feng Jueyu.
Watching Qingjing Sanren go away, the middle-aged man with a scar on his face crossed his arms. Next to him, the guy Duan Xinghuang just pointed out as the murderer of Mrs. Hongxing said in a conspiratorial manner: "Your Majesty,
Let me go too."
"You?" The scar-faced middle-aged man glanced at the speaker sideways and was about to speak.
At this time, the person who spoke first said: "I also have a big feud with the Xiaoyue Sect. I have killed Mrs. Hongxing. Is there still one Feng Jueyu missing? Your Majesty, you know the purpose of my coming here. If I hadn't
I don’t know that Five Dou of Rice didn’t come, how could I endure it till now?”
Hearing this, the scar-faced middle-aged man snorted coldly: "Hmph, you are also a waste. Back on Xiaoyue Mountain, you clearly had the opportunity to kill Fan Wudu, but you didn't expect that you let him escape. But it's no wonder.
It is precisely because of your unintentional mistake that we know that Xiaoyue Sect has another station. Anyway, since you have hatred in your heart, I will let you put this worry aside. You can go too. Not only you go, but others also take action.
Well, today we are rushing to destroy Xiaoyue Sect, but you must remember that you must keep Feng Jueyu alive, and I will take him back and hand him over to Lord Emperor."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" After saying this, the man accepted the order, then lifted his hood, revealing a big bald head, and flew straight into the sky fiercely.
After this person took off his hood, he shouted: "Feng Jueyu, take your life."
After the explanation was finished, the scar-faced middle-aged man said to the men in black behind him who still did not show their faces: "Okay, don't wait any longer. Xiaoyue Sect only has a few masters of the Qiankun Realm, and they all work together.
Take them down, remember, Xiao Yuehe, Xiang Potian, Nie Renkuang, and God of Death, these four people must not be killed, they must be left alive."
"Yes." After the scar-faced middle-aged man said, four men in black stood up behind him at the same time, and made a nasal voice with a strong death tone.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Continuous sounds of breaking through the sky continued to sound, and as many as six or seven masters rushed into the battlefield. Qingjing San and the bald strong man went straight to Feng Jueyu, while the other four men in black who did not show their faces separated.
Two of them rushed towards the God of Death, and the other two divided into two groups. One rushed to the place where Nie Renkuang and Chi Yin were fighting, and the other took a detour to kill Xiang Potian from behind.
As soon as these people took action, there was a continuous sound of breaking wind in the air, and the space was twisted and shaken, all of which were using the magical power of teleportation.
"Hiss? There are still experts on the Shenglong Mountain side? It's teleportation..."
"Six people, wow, there are actually six masters of the Qiankun realm. How can there be so many strong men in this Holy Dragon Mountain?"
"The death energy is so strong. Look, several of Xiaoyue Sect's top masters have been surrounded by each other."
"..."
Crowds of exclamations came from all directions. As the six masters of the Qiankun Realm appeared, and behind the scar-faced middle-aged man, many people with strong cultivation levels and whose strength was by no means inferior to those of the Chengdao Realm, appeared.
Behind the Yun Empire's army, like a meteor suddenly appearing, dozens of people rushed into the battlefield in an instant, rushing towards Shangguan Ruofan, Shangguan Ruomeng, Yi Bingyan, Feng Yixue and other elders of Xiaoyue Sect.
go.
"Brothers, look, our reinforcements are here, kill them all. Kill all of Wen Zhen's men, leaving no one behind."
The enemies of the inner and outer disciples of Tianluo Sword Sect were extremely jealous when they met. Gu Baize knew that he could not sit down with Xiaoyue Sect and Wen Zhen to solve the problem peacefully. He had been fighting hard under great pressure. His defeat was already obvious, but at this time,
The people from the Izumo Empire took action, which gave Gu Baize and Yao Ziqi infinite confidence.
"Qin Ming, take your life." Regardless of his age, Yao Ziqi was still strong and found the Zuo Protector Qin Ming.
"Yao Ziqi, between you and me, only one of us can leave alive today." Qin Ming also had red eyes and killed him with his iron sword.
"..."
the other side……
Fan Xianzhong, Taoist Priest Wu Yuan, Teng Baipo, and Zhao Shen, who were leading people to break out of the encirclement, were stunned for a moment when they saw the sudden reinforcements coming from behind.
"So many masters? Didn't Qingjing come alone?" Wu Yuan was shocked, because he had no idea that Qingjing was not the leader of the group of men in black, because judging from the situation at the scene, with Qingjing's strength, there was no way he could
He couldn't command so many powerful people who were in the same realm or even higher than him.
"These gangsters are hiding too deep. I thought the situation was over." Teng Baipo was as embarrassed as a bereaved dog under Huang Tianjue's pursuit. It was only at this time that he regained some fighting spirit.
"Then what should we do?"
"What else can we do? We and Xiaoyue Sect have completely broken up and cannot reconcile. I plan to go back to the mountain and sort out the treasures in the mountain to escape from Qixia. But now it seems that we still have the strength to fight."
"Yes, kill back and kill Xiaoyue Sect without leaving a single piece of armor behind. As long as Xiaoyue falls, we will be the masters of Qixia Realm in the future. By then we will have the support of two major backers like Shenglong Mountain and Shanhai Academy. How can we be afraid?
Can’t afford it?”
"You're right, kill him back..."
…
The Izumo Empire's action completely changed the situation on the scene. As the five thousand men in black rushed into the battlefield, the pressure on Xiaoyue Eighteen True Buildings and the six core halls increased greatly.
There were more than 20,000 red-clothed swordsmen who rushed to the front. With the assistance of the four legions of flying dragons, flying tigers, flying eagles, and flying phoenixes, they were like chopping melons and vegetables, and the troops of Xiaoyue Sect were driven out of the city.
They were forced to retreat from two streets, and because they were unprepared, the disciples in red clothes, ghost flags, and Iron Guards three halls suffered numerous casualties.
"There are still people, damn, my brother-in-law was right, these guys really don't have good cakes." Shangguan Ruofan was taking over the leader of the Flying Dragon Legion. This man is a master of the Great Perfection, and his strength is really not weak.
The two of them were fighting lively when they suddenly saw reinforcements coming from the enemy's formation, and they frowned fiercely.
"Hold on, hold on, disciple of Ghost Flag, start the formation..."
Xiaoyue's army kept retreating, and it was not something Shangguan Ruofan could control with a single word. However, at this moment, Tianci Palace Master Fang Weiyu and Deputy Palace Master Fu Lingxin suddenly changed formations from behind and rushed in with people.
The training of Tianci disciples is different from that of the other five halls. Since it is a place where all kinds of geniuses gather, everyone's training methods are arranged separately by Xiao Yuehe, Nie Renkuang, and Xiang Potian. They have the most resources from Xiaoyue Sect.
, and everyone learns very complex things and knows how to do it very well. They are like a strange soldier of Xiaoyue Sect. Put together, they can form an army, but if they work alone, they can also become a killer who is not weaker than the undercurrent.
The masters fight on their own.
"God-given disciple, formed the divine chain..."
Fang Weiyu, the master of Tianci Hall, gave an order. As many as five thousand Tianci disciples untied a dark chain from their waists and threw them forward. These iron chains were three feet long and as thick as forearms. Suddenly, they suddenly
More than five thousand appeared, like more than five thousand giant pythons flying in the air, quickly forming a huge network formation, emitting a strong black light, directly flying in the air in large numbers of Izumo Empire and Shenglong Mountain masters
intercept.
The monks from the two major forces who crashed into the black lock network formation made a crackling sound all over their bodies. As many as hundreds of them emitted bursts of white smoke, and then fell to the ground.