The cold light was infinitely magnified in Yelu's thunderous eyes, and the chill of Sen Ran made him give birth to endless chills from his heart.

This moment.

Yelu thundered without the slightest intention to fight, and there was only one thought left - to escape.

As a veteran of a hundred battles, it was impossible for Zhou Wulong to give Yelu Thunder a chance to escape, and the cold light turned around and appeared on his back, exploding violently.

A seemingly slender and weak cold light actually contained terrifying power.

Jerew staggered in a thunderous footstep.

Zhou Wulong took the opportunity to stab out the sword in his hand.

Lightning-fast.

The remnant sword pierced Yeru's chest and pierced his heart.

The body swept forward a hundred steps. Crashed to the ground.

Zhou Wulong's expression showed a hint of a smile, his eyes seemed very calm, and with a slight movement of his footsteps, he swept into the distance.

There—the battle between Wen Guozhong and Yelu Toure was in full swing.

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Prince Longchen stood quietly, his eyes revealing endless anticipation - the balance of victory was constantly tilting towards Taiqian's side, making his heart more and more confident.

This war with the royal court, which had been stalemate for many years, seemed to be coming to an end.

This convenience of victory is too dry.

He Longchen is also a meritorious service for the establishment of eternity.

The warriors began to frantically chase and kill the soldiers who were scattered in the royal court, and the corpses kept falling, and the blood continued to flow out, staining the grass red and the grassland land, and the smell of blood became more and more intense.

Long Chen's pupils couldn't help shrinking.

He felt a feeling of suffocation, as if he was in the middle of an endless deep sea, and the continuous flooding of the sea in all directions made him a little breathless.

Long Chen clenched his fists, his eyes glared angrily, his mouth open, desperately trying to breathe.

An invisible mountain seemed to press down on Long Chen's back, causing his body to bend slightly and look down at the ground.

The clenched fists became more and more powerful, and the nails were deeply embedded in the palms, and blood continued to ooze.

Long Chen's eyes were covered with a thin layer of blood mist.

He seemed to see hell.

It was a dark world, there was no sun or moon, everything there was black, and the huge brazier burned with raging fire, illuminating the surrounding land, and Long Chen found himself standing on an avenue, neither wide nor narrow, the ground was still black, and on both sides was a terrible abyss, and the continuous wailing sound kept coming to his ears.

- Long Chen's body trembled slightly, and cold sweat had penetrated his back.

- Suddenly, in the abyss on both sides of the avenue, there were many hands stretched out, and these hands kept reaching out to him, trying to grab him and drag him into the abyss.

- Long Chen struggled sharply, his hands kept waving, trying to stop those who wanted to drag him into his hands, and as time passed, Long Chen's strength became smaller and smaller. He couldn't resist a little, but the arms stretched out from the abyss grew more and more, grabbed him, and dragged him into the abyss.

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"Ah......h

As if he was crazy, Long Chen let out a roar, and his voice rolled like thunder.

The feeling of suffocation is gone.

The blood mist in his eyes also disappeared.

The breeze is blowing.

Long Chen felt a chill down his spine.

All of a sudden.

Long Chen's gaze froze, and he saw the breeze blowing his hair.

- White hair as snow.

Long Chen's expression couldn't help but change in shock, he pulled out the sword he was carrying, and then the sword body looked at his hair—a head full of white hair.

Long Chen's eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of horror, and the whole person's expression became very weird.

The sword was casually discarded to the ground.

Long Chen was a little distracted.

A pain came from the palm of his hand.

Long Chen subconsciously looked down at his hands, and on the palms, the lifeline that went straight to his middle finger was like blood, becoming extremely red, but it was broken into several sections.

Clench your fists.

There was a hint of a smile in Long Chen's expression.

- There are so many things in the smile that it is difficult to decipher for a while.

Smiling and smiling, Long Chen began to wander.

Laugh heartily.

Tears are also utterly flowing.

Raising his head, looking at the blue sky, the white clouds are constantly changing shapes, looking lazy and scattered.

However, there were familiar faces in Long Chen's sight.

Iron and copper thunder, Lin Bodhisattva...... The disciples of the Jixia Academy who had followed him impassionedly to the battlefield in the Western Realm, and the disciples of the Jixia Academy who had died in the heroic battle were looking down on him, their cold eyes as if they were about to cut him into thousands of pieces.

Long Chen's gaze contracted, and a trace of guilt arose in his heart - some of these people could have been immortal, but because of his selfishness and his persistence, in order to consume the strength of the Sword Sect, they died in battle.

White clouds are fluttering.

More and more faces appeared in his sight.

All the faces were extremely hideous, exuding a terrifying gaze.

Long Chen's expression turned pale. Qi and blood surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out involuntarily.

Blood splattered three feet away.

Long Chen's expression revealed a trace of misery, and he said softly: "Who do you think this old man has spared?"

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The reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other - from the beginning of the Sword Sect to the present, Long Chen's hands can be said to be stained with blood, and he has a heavy blood debt on his body, and he naturally has to bear the consequences for the cause he planted, he has already prepared in his heart, but he didn't expect this karma to come so quickly.

Eyes moved.

Long Chen couldn't help but think of the scene when Lin Bodhisattva died.

- God has never spared anyone, this is also what Lin Bodhisattva told him with a smile.

Exhale slowly.

Long Chen's expression became a little hideous, he had already paid too much for the ninety-five supreme throne, and his heart became more and more determined, he must ascend to the supreme throne.

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The qi machine flowed for hundreds of miles, and Yelu Donglai and the white old ghost collided violently, and then opened the distance between them.

The expressions of both of them were extremely solemn.

Today's battle is not like a competition on the banks of the Crescent River back then, this is a real life-and-death struggle.

If a master makes a move, the victory or defeat is between one and a half moves, but if it is a life-and-death fight, it is difficult to predict the result...... The strength of the white old ghost is stronger than Yelu Donglai, but it is not overwhelming, coupled with Yelu Donglai's natural divine power, when he is in the prime of life, his body is strong and strong, and he has the blessing of the seven fortunes of the royal court.

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