Paying such a price is to keep this terrifying formation master here.
He was sad, but more heroic.
As he thought, the meridians in his body seemed to become wider and more accessible than before. Strands of true energy whizzed out of his body. The air in front of him made a strange roaring and crashing sound, and there was the breaking of the air flow.
The sound that finally covered up all of this was a high-pitched sword sound like a string suddenly breaking.
The sound of the sword's cry stopped as soon as it started, because this tragic and inexplicable sword had reached its end from the beginning and reached the end of the sword's intention.
Chen Jinru has arrived in front of Xiao Donghuang.
The sword in his hand was shaking violently under the infusion of terrifying power, and seemed to be about to disintegrate. However, the waves of true energy washed away all the previous decay on the iron ruler-like sword.
The blade of the sword turned red, like a sword embryo that had just been taken out of a blazing furnace.
Xiao Donghuang gave a sharp shout and slapped his sleeves towards the sword and Chen Jinru's body at the same time.
The fingers of his hands flicked in the sleeves at an unimaginable speed, and the runes formed by the condensed true energy intertwined into a mysterious catalog in the cramped and dark space of the sleeves, followed by a roar.
Hundreds of lightning-like energy emerged from his sleeves, and together with his two sleeves that had turned into iron curtains, they slapped against the red iron sword.
Lightning-like energy gathered into a ball, but it still could not stop Chen Jinru's sword from moving forward.
The blunt tip of the sword emerged from the silvery white light, and then with a soft hiss, Xiao Donghuang's two sleeves burned and turned into ashes.
There was a faint hint of bright red in Chen Jinru's blue clothes, but his sword still moved forward steadily, with a more heroic momentum. The blunt tip of the sword passed through the ashes and smoke, and stabbed Xiao Donghuang's chest fiercely.
On the abdominal armor.
An even more shocking loud noise sounded in front of Xiao Donghuang.
The clothes on his chest flew away like burning butterflies, and the runes on the black-gold soft armor on his body stood out like reliefs. Countless golden flames formed the substance, cutting the blade of the sword.
There were some fiery red flying shavings flying from the tip of this sword.
Starting from the tip of the sword, the sword began to disintegrate.
However, Chen Jinru's hand holding the sword pressed down as steadily as a hill. As the two men shouted loudly at the same time, Chen Jinru's eyes flashed with unprecedented violence, and a terrible wave of fear surged out of his body again.
With his strength, he forcefully thrust the disintegrating sword into the soft armor and thrust it in!
The sword body, which had begun to disintegrate, and the fragments scattered on the sword body were all violently penetrated into Xiao Donghuang's body!
Xiao Donghuang roared wildly.
He just felt as if his body had been stuffed into a mountain, a scalding volcano!
He kicked out his feet, and with a roar, he kicked Chen Jinru backwards. His whole body flew backwards like a meteorite, flying over the city wall in an instant, and falling into a mess of porridge below.
moat.
Before Chen Jinru's feet even landed on the ground, Chen Jinru's body paused violently and unnaturally.
His green shirt was drained of blood, and there were faint cracks in several of the orifices in his body that accumulated the most true energy. It was destined to affect his future fighting and practice. His body was pierced by a sword like this.
In his opinion, it should be impossible for any cultivator to survive, but there are many methods in the world of cultivators. Many practitioners in the spiritual realm have suffered horrific injuries. Even without medicine, there are many ways to use true energy to extend life. In his opinion,
, even if a person like Xiao Donghuang survives for a few more days, he will eventually be in serious danger. The best way to confirm that a practitioner is bound to die is to directly cut off his head.
His right foot stepped down into the void.
Although he was still several feet away from the ground, the ground beneath his feet roared, and the hard mud sank. His body that had stopped in the air began to accelerate violently again!
On the other side of the city wall, Xiao Donghuang's burly body fell straight into the moat full of mud and blood. The turbid river water poured into his wound along the crack in the armor between his chest and abdomen, and the river water met the hot sword body.
When touched, it instantly turned into more filthy air waves, rushing into his body.
He howled in pain, subconsciously wanting to pull out the sword but didn't dare, because he knew that if he touched the sword, he might die immediately.
His body was floating in the river, and the energy he could not control was causing splashes around him.
A fishy smell filled his mouth and nose.
He felt like a piece of carrion being cooked in a camp for some hungry people fleeing famine.
He knew he was going to die.
"I don't want to die."
But he was extremely unwilling to do so. In order to get revenge, he had put so much effort into his practice and formations over the years. Seeing that the war situation was extremely favorable to the Northern Wei Dynasty and there was hope for revenge, he was about to die like this. How could he be willing to do so?
The dirty river water flooded his face and the world in front of him.
Even if Chen Jinru didn't chase him, he would die soon.
"That's not fair."
He knew that even the two blue-shirted practitioners who died heroically did not want to die, and no one who was about to die wanted to die, so he screamed in pain at this time in his heart.
He is full of resentment. If there is a real devil in this world, he will sacrifice his soul for this reason. Even if he cannot be reincarnated forever, he will turn into a ghost and kill his enemies.
At this moment, he heard a murmuring voice, and a hand fell down, grabbed his hair, and lifted him out of the water.
When the dirty blood flowed down his face, his consciousness was already blurry, but his brain seemed to have just gained the ability to judge and discern what the murmur just now was.
"Master Demon Sect may be able to save you."
A barefoot man stood in the bloody water. When he turned around with Xiao Donghuang, Chen Jinru had just appeared on the city wall.
Chen Jinru didn't see his face clearly, only the man's back.
This is a very strong man, wearing a thick shirt woven with some kind of animal hair. His hair style is also very strange. His messy hair is tied back with a band, like a pointed hair.
horn.
When he walked, he stood on his toes slightly without touching the ground, giving the impression that he was like an eagle always standing on the edge of a cliff.
When the man started to move, Chen Jinru saw him pull out the sword that had penetrated Xiao Donghuang's abdomen, and then roughly slapped some pills directly into the flesh and blood of Xiao Donghuang's wound.
Chen Jinru didn't think about this man's identity or cultivation. When he saw such a scene, he screamed angrily and jumped off the city wall without even thinking about it.
This falcon-like man didn't even look back at Chen Jinru, but he only took a few steps. As soon as Chen Jinru's feet came into contact with the churning river water, Chen Jinru's heart sank before the soles of his feet.
In the cold, filthy blood below.
The man carrying Xiao Donghuang turned into a gust of wind, a faint shadow. Although it may not be faster than him, it will not be slower than him.
At this time, he couldn't catch up with this person.
"Demon Sect!"
He didn't hear the barefoot man's murmur before, but he was almost certain in his heart that this barefoot man was one of the Demon Sect's followers.
He began to believe the previous rumor about the Demon Sect.
When Mo Zong decides to do something, he will always have some secret moves that cannot be used.