Xue Lin was injured, a bony wound on her leg had just been pierced, and blood was already dripping from her waist.

There was a deep dent on Dongfang Zhanping's chest, and several broken ribs were caused by the Sherin Staff.

Wang Rui'an's hands trembled, Zifu Zhongyuan Infant withered, and quietly retreated.

Xiahou Changqing folded one hand to his wrist, and with the other hand, he held the head of an elf, roared wildly, and took off the elf's head.

There are only nine elves who can fly in the air now, including Mei Yue and the Enchantress. Mei Yue lost her left hand forever, and the wound on her shoulder was deep and bone-piercing. The enchantress was protected by him, and there was only one leg left under her torn skirt.

Twenty-two primordial elves lay on the ground forever, and there were only more than a hundred Jindan monks left, and all of them were injured.

After the first wave of hand-to-hand combat, the elves' losses were several times that of the three factions and two sects. Each of them has to endure several times the attack. At this time, the balance of forces is even more disparity, and there is no longer any need for the war to continue, and if it continues, it will be a one-sided massacre.

The overall situation has been decided, and Dongfang said: "Surrender! We are not willing to drive you all out." Living on other continents may leave your legacy behind. ”

Xiahou Changqing snorted coldly: "It's too late to surrender now, and the divine order is to kill you all." Now that you have obediently handed over your spiritual revelations, you may consider leaving you a whole corpse. ”

Xue Lin looked around, in such a battle situation, only the ancestor had the ability to turn the tide. But the ancestor has not appeared yet, and this situation is far beyond expectations.

Suddenly, a thought popped up: "Maybe the ancestor was entangled by the divine envoy Tu Gang." If this is the case, then he will be born as an elf and give his last drop of blood for this hot land.

She swept her eyes over everyone and said tragically: "Compatriots, there are only elves who died in battle, and there are no elves who surrendered." Today, every one of us elves is proud and holy. We will never bow our heads in the face of evil. She gathered her mana and prepared for one last charge.

Abbot Yuanjue said a Buddha name and admonished: "Xue Lin, you have been an elven empress for more than eight hundred years, don't you plan to leave some fire for the elf clan?"

Xue Lin smiled miserably: "Without freedom and dignity, what do you want this tinder to do? That's not the life we elves want to live, I'm sorry." ”

A voice came from afar: "Yes, that kind of life, you humans are more accustomed to. I was late, and the sons were hurt. ”

A majestic figure slowly appeared in the air, an elderly elf. His clothes were disheveled, and a long streak of blood pulled from the top of his head and narrowly across his face to his chin.

His right arm was broken at the elbow, but miraculously, the short arm was growing rapidly. In a few breaths, a whole new arm grows. The scars on his face have disappeared completely.

He can actually be reborn with a broken limb, which is a sign of entering the divine realm, and only by reaching the realm of the god can he be reborn with a broken limb after spending a lot of essence and blood.

He sacrificed a superb flying sword and said sharply: "Come on, let me Xue Xuan see, how strong are the combat power of your Terran cultivators?"

He rushed into the battle array of the monks of the three sects and two sects like a violent wind, and wherever he passed, his limbs and arms flew sideways, and there was no enemy for him.

Xiahou Changqing was secretly instructed by Tu Gang, and he had already taken countermeasures. He shouted, "All the late-stage monks form a battle formation and trap him with a battle formation. Then the Divine Messenger arrived, and it was his time of death. ”

More than a dozen late-Yuan Infant monks quickly changed their positions and surrounded Xue Xuan in the middle. The early and middle Yuan Infant monks retreated to the periphery, occasionally casting a few attack spells to support.

The god man is the existence of the high-level world, just like the cultivation period of the cultivation world has reached the Red Moon Continent, it is basically a symbol of invincibility. But there is also a category of invincibility, which cannot be infinitely enlarged, and there have been examples of ants biting elephants since ancient times.

Xue Xuan and the Divine Envoy were too seriously injured in the battle, even if it was at the level of a mortal god, at this time, the combat power was already more than ten. Whenever he locked on one of them and wanted to kill him, several people would support him and interrupt his lock. He rushed left and right several times, but he didn't break out of the encirclement, and was entangled by more than a dozen Yuanying monks.

The ancestor was surrounded, Xue Linjiao snorted, and led the rest of the elves to rush over. Erhu roared, holding a flying sword in his hand, and rushed over without discipline.

Half an hour later, the world was quiet again. There are only more than forty people on the elven side, and they can barely stop in the air.

Xue Xuan was still entangled by the fourteen late Yuan Infant cultivators, and he had no time to take care of it. He could only watch as the elven monks were killed one by one, and then fell to the ground.

Xue Lin, Mei Yue, and the Enchantress were still in the air. The erhu no longer had two hands, a thick wound on his stomach cracked, and his bright red internal organs bulged out. He stopped next to Sherlyn, his eyes sweeping behind him from time to time. In the afterglow, after Gao Zhuoyang and Qianxi recovered from their injuries, they were flying towards him quickly.

He secretly scolded: "Fool", but he was very proud, and it was the wisest decision of his life to take them both as apprentices.

Xue Xuan's divine power was exhausted, and the power of divine thoughts was also dried up, and he was unable to use his divine thoughts to control the enemy. At this moment, however, all the elves' hopes were in him. Only if Xue Xuan wins, the hundreds of millions of compatriots in Central-earth can continue to live in this land.

If Xue Xuan is defeated, the elves will either be reduced to human slavery or slaughtered. With the personality of the god Tu Gang, the elven clan should not be left behind.

The future of the elves is all tied to Xue Xuan. Xue Xuan suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and his whole body's divine power soared. At the cost of burning essence blood, he increased his combat power sharply in a short period of time. After this battle, he either regressed in his cultivation, or left his body with eternal scabies.

The battle formation was finally broken, and the flying sword was like lightning, cutting a Yuanying monk in half from head to crotch, and even Yuanying did not escape. How can a person resist the power of the gods? All the Yuanying monks were frightened and retreated one after another.

The method of burning essence and blood could not last, and Xue Xuan was so powerful that he injured three more people in a row. The remaining ten Yuanying monks dispersed in an uproar, and they no longer dared to approach within five hundred zhang of Xue Xuan.

After a few breaths, Xue Xuan suddenly paused, his figure slowed down, and his breath quickly fell back to the trough. The method of burning essence and blood is too costly, and the sequelae appear quickly. At this time, his strength plummeted, and even the shields around his body were hidden from time to time, to the edge of shattering.

The abbot of Yuanjue said happily: "Amitabha, he is now powerless, and it is a good time to get rid of demons." ”

Everyone rushed up, and more than a dozen flying swords greeted Xue Xuan in unison. Xue Xuan turned around suddenly, ignoring the flying sword approaching, and slashed Yuanjue's head with a sword.

Yuan Jue hurriedly retreated, and suddenly felt a chill in his ears. It's a blessing that the head was saved, but the ears were not.

Xue Xuan's body was covered with wounds, and blood was gurgling. He took a deep breath, and in the blink of an eye, the wound healed as before, stopping the bleeding. The self-healing power of a god-man is rare in the world, so it's no wonder that he dares to let a flying sword attack him.

Originally, his refining body was strong and had reached the peak of his magic body, and the best magic weapon could not break through his body's defenses. Because his divine power was exhausted, his refining body plummeted, and now he could no longer defend against the slashing of the flying sword.

At this time, his last reliance was to exchange injuries for injuries, and to exchange his powerful self-healing power for the lives of the monks of the three sects and two sects. Because he could be reborn with a broken limb, he even killed a Yuan Infant Monk at the cost of a broken foot.

In the fierce battle, a figure quietly appeared in the air. A dark cyan flying sword mixed in the Yuanying Monk and quietly stabbed at Xue Xuan's body.

The danger was close, Xue Xuan swung his sword to block it, and there was a "bang". There was a big gap in the flying sword in his hand, which did not block the dark cyan flying sword. The sword pierced through Xue Xuan's body and returned to the figure's hand.

The figure in the green robe was elegant, and his gloomy eyes looked at Xue Xuan fiercely, it was the divine envoy Tu Gang.

"It's not easy for you to cultivate to the divine realm, give me the 'spiritual revelation', and I will spare you from dying." ”

Xue Xuan clutched his chest and staggered back to Xue Lin and the others. At this time, the sequelae of his method of burning essence and blood attacked, and his serious injuries were difficult to heal, his body shook a few times, and it was difficult to keep suspended, and he suddenly fell to the ground. Xue Lin's eyes were quick and she held Xue Xuan.

Xue Xuan said angrily: "Despicable villain, just relying on the advantage of the flying sword. Without that artifact, what can you do with me?"

Tu Gang sneered: "This is the difference between a noble god and a lowly man. If you have a medium-grade spiritual weapon, I guess it will be difficult for me to hurt you today. It's better to recognize the reality than to complain about heaven and fate, and finally give you a chance to hand over the spiritual revelation. ”

Xue Lin took a sip and sneered: "With your conduct, this is how you have achieved in this life." Even if the 'Spiritual Revelation' is given to you, you will not be able to reach the Earth God Realm, and you will be wasted. ”

Tu Gang's eyes lit up: "I haven't come to the Kingdom of Freedom for thousands of years, and I don't want to have another stunning beauty." I've changed my conditions, and if I send her a spiritual revelation to me, I can consider you continuing to live here. ”

Erhu's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Are you worthy?"

"Hehe" Tu Gang sneered a few times, his eyes swept to the land of Zhongzhou, and he stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance.

"It doesn't matter if I'm worthy or not, the important thing is that the elves will perish. As long as you send a spiritual revelation to her, I will immediately order the three factions and two sects to retreat. And it can be guaranteed that it will not set foot in Middle-earth for half a step in a hundred years. ”

A hundred years later, Tu Gang's term of office expired, and he returned to Zixiao, so naturally he had no chance to set foot in Zhongzhou again. As for what the next oracle will be and how he will deal with the elves, that is not his concern.

He is a man of God, and under the use of divine power, the sound of rolling thunder spreads throughout the land of Middle-earth. His voice was heard by almost every elf, monk or mortal.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the monks of the three factions and two sects fought for life and death, and all the credit was wasted because of Tu Gang's words. Although he was unwilling, the situation was weaker than others, and everyone could only look at Xue Lin together.

With spiritual revelation and Xue Lin, you can exchange for a hundred years of survival of the entire elf race. Xue Lin's face turned pale instantly, and she gritted her teeth and stepped forward, "What do you say?"