"Die like this?" A voice sounded in An Ruxue's ears, with a slight smile. But it was more moving than the sound of nature in her ears.
In an instant, a sword light flew over and merged into An Ruxue's sword light. Its power reached its peak in an instant and broke through the peak.
The power was as thick as a mountain, pressing down on it.
Puff puff....
Three ferocious heads suddenly flew out and fell into the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, disappearing without a trace.
An Ruxue looked at the shocking scene in front of her. She didn't know whether she was crying or laughing, and fell down heavily.
A figure appeared next to An Ruxue, slowly supported her, and then said softly, "Go to sleep, when you wake up, everything will be over!"
The person who came was none other than Mo Chu, who had rushed back from heaven. The first thing he did when he came back was to rush here to take a look at the woman. It was not too late, it was just right!
Mo Chu looked at the beautiful face lying in his arms, wiped the blood on his face, and then put it into the sword palace.
roar....
A loud roar of a dragon came from the distance, drowning out the sound of fighting, and exploded across the entire sky and earth, filled with rage.
Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a dragon rolling in the sea of people, killing people. Wherever it passed, people turned on their backs!
It's the little dragon.
Twelve strong men stood above the little dragon, standing tall in the sky, staring coldly at the dragon, not hiding the greed in their eyes.
This is a nine-star dragon, and looking at the majestic dragon energy, there should be a lot of true dragon blood in the body. If they can catch it back, use its skin and bones to make clothes and weapons, and refine its flesh and blood into elixirs, they old people
Those who are immortal should be able to make further progress!
But somehow, the nine-star dragon, which had been beaten by the twelve of them and was struggling to survive, suddenly became so powerful that it was difficult for even the twelve of them to take it down. Moreover, he took the opportunity to pounce on the ground, leading him
They took the lives of hundreds of people on their side.
"Work together to suppress it!" a middle-aged man said coldly, and was about to raise his hand to launch a killing move. Suddenly, the hair on his hair stood on end, and his body couldn't help but tremble. An extremely majestic pressure came from the horizon.
It was filled with overwhelming rage, destroying people and horses wherever it passed.
"It's time for you to die!" A voice resounded, like Shura walking out of hell, with an extremely strong murderous aura.
Everyone felt like they were struck by lightning, followed by screams one after another, and bright blood flowers bloomed.
Just this sound instantly took away the lives of thousands of people on the ground.
Those half-step Void-Breaking Realm experts who were lucky enough to survive looked in that direction and saw a figure walking slowly towards them.
His steps were extremely slow, but he took a step forward a hundred feet, and in a few steps he was in front of everyone.
"You're not dead!" Someone suddenly turned pale and almost sat paralyzed in the void.
"Humph, your master is dead, you... go down and accompany them!"
It was Mo Chu. Mo Chu was seen clasping his hands behind his back, looking at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood at his feet, sighing slightly, showing a rather noble demeanor.
"It's all...you Wenshu forced us to do it!" Someone said tremblingly.
"Forcing you, what a big joke!" Mo Chu suddenly laughed.
Look at the so-called strong men in the void who are motionless as if they have been cast a immobilization spell.
"It's so shameless!" Mo Chu suddenly cursed and punched out. Bloody flowers bloomed suddenly.
"You can't kill us!" those people yelled,
There was resentment and regret, but it was already too late!
Even if they run away at this moment, they can't run away. If they are asked to choose again, they will definitely not choose this road again, but will choose to die in peace. At least they can leave a good impression on future generations, instead of being like this.
There is no guarantee for late nights.
"Kill!" Mo Chu roared, and his voice reached everyone's ears.
The battle situation stagnated slightly. Looking towards the sky, the figure was so small and young, but so majestic. Moreover, the young man was holding a human head in his hand. It was You Wenshu, and his morale was greatly boosted.
"Kill all these idiots!" Someone roared loudly, with a huge smile on his face. He knocked one person down with one knife, and then killed several people with one knife in his hand, and then laughed loudly, "Happy!"
"Run!" When someone saw the head, there was no trace of blood on his face. Even if he resisted a heavy blow, he ran very fast.
"Kill them all!" Their morale had reached its peak, and they chased them madly, killing them all until they fell off their backs.
The remaining cavalrymen got on their horses one after another, and those without horses simply ran forward and killed them.
Looking from a distance, a magnificent scene of the waves in front of the river is unfolding before everyone's eyes.
Mo Chu looked around, and a smile finally appeared on his solemn face: "Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
As he said that, Mo Chu pointed his swords together and pierced the void with one sword. Once he stepped into it, he would be hard to find.
On the other side of the battlefield, Elder Jian and the head of the Tongtian Sect were both fighting hard.
"Brother, be careful!" Li Yuntian roared loudly. As he said that, he threw the long sword in his hand heavily, and he was also slashed in the body by the enemy in front of him. He fell straight into the sky. He tried his best to stop his falling body.
Clang...
A sonorous sound resounded, and a figure was pierced between the brows by a sudden long sword and fell into the sky.
Elder Jian, who was in front of someone, also got a precious chance to breathe.
"Die!" Although one person died, there were still six enemies in front of him.
Elder Jian retreated crazily, not daring to make a direct attack.
The six people were a little surprised when they missed in one blow, but they quickly adjusted their breath and attacked again.
"It's over!" A voice sounded, and when it fell in everyone's ears, it was like a huge mountain collapsing, creating huge waves.
"Good boy!" Elder Jian and Li Yuntian smiled at the same time, with hope in their eyes.
In the sky, just like before, blood flowers bloomed.
The falling Li Yuntian was also held up by a gentle force, making it difficult for him to fall even more.
"Kill!" Mo Chu's figure suddenly appeared, and he swung out a sword in his hand.
Thousands of people were cut with one sword, and a head flew up from his hand, unreservedly displayed in front of everyone.
That sword was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The morale of the army suddenly collapsed, the momentum collapsed, and it was difficult to raise the desire to kill again.
Elder Jian's side took advantage of the situation and launched a fierce attack. Everyone rushed into the crowd and started fighting. It shouldn't be a pursuit.
Afterwards, Mo Chu rescued Bai Shang, Mo Qianlinyin and Qian Feibai who were dying and seriously injured.
After that, they rushed to the battlefield where the Bai family was and the monks of Xuanchan Temple were on the battlefield. It was still as tragic as before.
Even those monks were all bloody, and they were killed until they were exhausted.
The abbot of Xuanchan Temple and the head of the Bai family took the lead. I don't know how many knives were chopped off and how much blood was shed.
If Mo Chu hadn't been one step later, the two of them would have been much more dangerous.
Ji Shao.
What followed was an even more bloody chase, with some people crying and some begging for mercy.
But the battle is inherently bloody. If Mo Chu and the others were defeated, would they let it go?
"Give back my parents' lives!" There was a young man with scarlet eyes. He raised his long sword high in the air and split the man in front of him into two halves with one sword stroke. His internal organs were scattered on the floor.
Then the young man slowly squatted down, hugged his head and cried.
Scenes like this have been staged on all battlefields. God's way is easy to reincarnate, but God will spare no one.
The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable, but you killed my whole family and injured my whole family. Even if you die a thousand times, it will not be enough to repay you!
Gradually, the shouts of killing became smaller and smaller, and the crying became louder and louder. Some people knelt in front of the corpse and burst into tears. Some people stood silently and with an almost dull face, and their eyes were already red.
Then, some people roared unwillingly, while others were heartbroken.
On that battlefield, a young man covered in blood held a corpse in his arms. She was a woman with a very beautiful face, but that face without any color made people couldn't help but cry.
The young man walked forward step by step, talking to himself, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes placing his head gently on the woman's forehead, with a gentle smile in his eyes.
He just walked step by step, not knowing where he would go or how long it would take.
Gradually, the young man's figure disappeared. Mo Chu's eyes became moist, and he said softly, "Maybe... he likes her very much!"
Mo Chu turned his head and took one last look in that direction. With all kinds of emotions in his eyes, he slowly turned around and left.
The fighting is still going on, and it must have become a one-sided massacre without any mercy.
Mo Chu saw with his own eyes a man kneeling in front of a corpse. There was a corpse lying in front of him, and he was stabbed in the heart with a sword.
The most important thing is that the corpse is wearing black clothes, and the man kneeling in front is wearing Linguo clothing.
This is his brother. He personally understood his brother who harmed all living beings. In order to let more people live, he had to kill his brother with his own hands. He knew that his brother could not survive, so since he could not survive, then he would do it with his own hands.
It's better to know him than to die in someone else's hands!
.....
Mo Chu continued to move forward and stepped very deep behind the opposite side. There were many poor mountains and rivers in Nanzhou, and there were also many mountains and forests. The green bamboo sword was clearly in his hand, and a sword light suddenly flew out and struck in the forest.
boom....
There was a loud noise, and the forest did not turn into powder as expected, but gradually became illusory, and a palace appeared in front of Mo Chu.
This is where You Wenshu is hiding.
"Destroy it!" Mo Chu's face grew colder as he stepped into it and pocketed all the treasures and techniques inside.
When Mo Chu took one step forward, the palace suddenly rose from the ground and turned into ashes in the void.
The remaining battle lasted for nearly three hours, and the remaining members of the party were killed.
Looking around, everything is devastated.
"You died too easily!" Mo Chu looked at the sky and said coldly.
Mo Chu looked at the ground beneath his feet, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Too many people died in this war!
As he spoke, Mo Chu sat cross-legged and clasped his hands together. A mighty Buddha's voice slowly resounded, and a majestic Buddha's power slowly spread and gradually enveloped the entire Nanzhou.
Rebirth mantra, I will wait for you to go to the afterlife!