The Wudang faction is some distance from here, and Mount Emei and Zixiao Peak, as the base camp of this battle, can be described as the last line of defense of the alliance.

The people of the alliance were forced here, and the only explanation was that the Wudang Sect's Sanqing Hall had been completely captured.

Boom!

The cyan sword light suddenly lit up on the side, more dazzling than before, Shen Qiushui didn't say a word, his toes were a little, his body jumped down in the air, and quickly rushed into the battle group where the Emei faction was, and the senior sisters of the Emei faction were being besieged by the masters of the three veins of the sword flow, shadow flow, and clear stream of the Immortal Palace, and they were miserable.

The Emei faction is full of beautiful female disciples, which can be said to be the hardest hit area of the war at this time, after all, in front of beautiful women, not only everyone has coveted fantasies.

What's more, it is the scum of the island country who eats people and does not spit out bones, they have always been used to raping and plundering, even in the past few decades, their nature has not changed.

Inside, I saw Ximen Snow and Big and Small Frost, all of them were injured to varying degrees, there were about seven hundred people in the Alliance, but the people of the Dark Temple had already exceeded a thousand, and they had an overwhelming advantage in terms of numbers and arrogance.

"Amitabha, Ye Fan, you are responsible for protecting the three major tomb keepers, and the poor monk will return when he goes!" The hollow monk folded his hands and said a word to me, then pulled out the demon slaying stick on his waist, and the heavy figure swept down immediately, and his momentum was even better than Shen Qiushui.

"The Dark Temple Dog Thief is here, my fist can't wait to kill, Ye Fan, I'll leave it to you here." Leng Hurt sneered, two sharp short knives appeared in his hands, and they also flew down and rushed into the battle group, Ji Xiao followed closely behind, not slow at all.

Leave me and the three grave keepers here, they are the key targets of the Dark Temple's abduction, and they must protect me.

Before, using Xuanyuan Immortal to destroy my true qi consumed fifty percent, although entering the late innate stage, my abilities in all aspects have been enhanced unprecedentedly, but the speed of recovery cannot be achieved overnight, I sat cross-legged on the ground, breathing and breathing, while quietly observing the situation under the field.

Hesitating I was at the top of the waterfall, the location was very high, the people below were in a hurry to exchange fire, and few people found out about my presence.

"Senior Sister Shen, you're finally back!"

"Senior Brother Hollow, you are here, and with you, we will have the backbone. ”

"Senior Brother Leng, Senior Brother Ji Xiao, great, you all come back. ”

"Brothers, take a breath of relief, let the thieves in the dark temple have no return!" "The cold injury took the lead, after all, he was the leader of the younger generation of martial arts, his strength was resolute, he was rampant, and his momentum was unparalleled for a while.

Originally, the people in the alliance who were losing and retreating were supported by the four masters, which re-invigorated the momentum, and each sect had its own killer weapon, and the formation and joint stunts were used one after another at this moment.

The situation was one-sided, and there was a slight tilt.

My heart has always been very solemn, because I didn't see my father, Uncle Jing, and Brother Mang, where are they?

I believe that with my father's strength, he will not be defeated by the people of the Dark Temple so easily, not to mention, the heads of the seven major factions have not seen any of them, and they are expected to be delayed because of other things.

The sound of gold and iron, the shouting of the crowd, and the tragic battle of one war group after another turned the picturesque Zixiao Waterfall into a purgatory-like battlefield.

The world is supposed to be harmonious, but with the heinous beasts of the Dark Temple, the word harmony has been replaced by blood and killing.

This catastrophe, too many people have died, if the dark temple's plan to punish the sky is achieved, then not only the entire Huaxia martial arts, but the whole world may collapse in an instant, this is a battle of the rise and fall of mankind, the dark temple must die, and righteousness must last forever.

The war escalated again and again, some people from the Dark Temple fell, and some people from the alliance fell, I didn't leave an inch, stayed around the three of them, and it was my mission to protect them.

However, at this moment, more than a dozen people and horses from the dark hall suddenly poured into the distance, and the momentum was very majestic.

"The Dark Hall is ranked tenth, the Lord of the Sword Weapon Hall, Muto Ichiro?" The head of a small sect who was fighting saw someone coming, and his expression instantly turned into ashes.

Powerful, fierce, and an out-and-out congenital late stage master, he is definitely one of the few big names in the entire field.

He was wearing a gray island bushido dress, with a gauze belt wrapped around his head, one eye on his right side was covered by an eye patch, which seemed to have been injured, and two knives with a very clever arc were inserted in his waist, one blue and one purple, one long and one short, and he knew at a glance that it was not ordinary.

He rushed forward like a gust of wind, and everywhere he went, the two knives went out of his body in the blink of an eye, and then retracted in the blink of an eye, seeing the extreme, and his skill was like sleeping and eating.

Every time the sword fell, a man must have fallen under his sword, his body cut in half, bloodthirsty and merciless.

"Kill, kill, kill, don't stay, gossip!" his awkward Chinese is interspersed with the island bird language, and perhaps he can only say a few simple Chinese words, but the ruthlessness conveyed between the lines is enough to explain everything.

When a hall master-level master joined, the assistance and momentum it brought were even more arrogant than the excitement brought by Shen Qiushui and the four juniors.

But that's not all, behind him, there is an even more powerful figure, that man wears a pharaoh-like crown on his head, which is inlaid with pearls and precious stones, all made of gold, and on his body is a very long robe, which is densely covered with wrinkles, and in his hand he holds a man-high scepter, and the blood-red gems on the scepter shimmer slightly, as if it contains great power.

"It's not good, retreat quickly, the Dark Hall is ranked ninth, and the Hall Master of the Boiling Sand Palace, Tulu Shaka, under his command, has killed nearly a hundred alliance masters!" someone shouted angrily, and the momentum that was a little exhilarating just now was instantly suppressed, and the stone sank into the sea.

Turushaka's face was black, as if he was a black man from Egypt, his face seemed to be forever covered with a layer of black gas, and he had no mercy for the people who died tragically, and he opened his hands to chant words, and the scepter in his hand was scarlet.

In front of him, large and small stones and sand suddenly floated one after another, and those stones and sand seemed to be mixed with true qi.

"Worship!" he uttered a strange word, and with a sharp wave of his robe, the sand and stones flew away, like cannonballs, and roared forward with the sound of the wind breaking through the air.

Everywhere he went, several weak half-step innate masters fell in a pool of blood without resistance, and the range of attacks was simply a kind of crushing of human life, and he was like a god of death.

The situation in the alliance was already not good, but now seeing these masters appear, there was immediately a bit of a collapse.

"Don't panic, let's shrink the battle group!" Leng Qi immediately reminded.

"Senior Brother Leng, you and I will deal with Tulu Shaka!" said the hollow monk with a solemn expression.

"Ji Xiao and I are going to deal with Muto Ichiro!" Shen Qiushui said indefattently.

"Hehe, there is a saying in Huaxia that moths to the fire, self-destruction, the end of the strong crossbow, do you still have to resist! Deal with you juniors, let the hall master of our dark temple make a move, it is inevitably ungraceful, I am Baron Kate, who ranks fourth in the young area of the dark hall, I heard that the youngest place in Huaxia that you can fight is called Wuyan and Ye Fan, where is it, let's go together!"

A young man dressed in a duke's robe stepped forward, white with yellow hair, a pale face, but the corners of his mouth were very red, and when he smiled, he showed two sharp canine teeth, like those of a vampire.

"You are not qualified to fight against the young hero king of our martial arts, to beat you, I am enough to be a woman!" Shen Qiushui's face froze again, and his beautiful face had a resolute color, as if he was stimulated by the other party's words.

Perhaps, in her heart, she is also very sad about Wuyan's death, and her actions are the best consolation for Wuyan.

"You look good, you are Shen Qiushui, the number one beauty known as the Emei Jade Female Sword, your body must be very beautiful, and your blood must be fresh!" Baron Kate's slender fingers twitched his lips, brushing them, revealing four nails as sharp as silver swords.

The people in the alliance have narrowed the encirclement, with the elders and hollow in front of them, and the people and horses of the dark temple are also eager to surround them, and everyone's eyes have fallen on Baron Kate and Shen Qiushui.

For us it's a showdown to defend glory, and for them, it's just a game-like slaughter.

They treat our lives like mustards.