At the foot of Luojia Mountain, the battle of life and death, the night of blood, is the bright red mark of the demon slaughtering the world.

Thousands of innate armies continued to step forward, paved with blood and bones on the Huangquan Road, blocking the path of demons.

In the battle, the black-clothed and black-haired shadows, cold eyes and ruthless, even more ruthless on the sword, the besieged army, one figure after another fell, the sword passed, the soldiers were broken, and the soul died.

Thirty half-deprecats, more than half of them have been killed in battle unconsciously, and the eight supremes of the world have also been injured to varying degrees, and the power of the demon shocked everyone present.

"Drink"

The sword light is swinging, the blood light is splashed, the demon is invincible, the sword dance is spring and autumn, and the name is shocking the world.

Seeing the brave and unparalleled figure on the battlefield, one by one the supreme beings in the world were shocked, and the killing machine in their hearts was more than a few points at the same time.

At this moment, the Supreme of the Three Domains outside Zhongzhou finally understood why the churches of Zhongzhou were so willing to kill Zhizhi at any cost, when a wise man was about to have absolute force, who else in the world could check and balance.

The battle is white-hot, the corpses are a mountain of bones, knowing the fate, all the venerable are dyed vermilion, a sword is crossed, half of the venerable is dead, suddenly, behind the half of the venerable, a majestic palm force comes out of the body, reflected in the chest of the fate.

There was a violent shock, blood splashed, Ning Chen took half a step back, and the blade of the sword in his hand did not retreat but advanced, passing through Banzun's body and directly penetrating Luo Xiaozun's right shoulder.

"Ugh"

Luo Xiaozun snorted in his mouth, raised his hand and grabbed the blade of the sword, wanting to drag the former.

"The country changes hands"

A cold color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, the blade of the sword swirled sharply, swapping left and right, and a sword broke his arm.

With a stabbing sound, blood filled the sky, and seeing the strength of his palm, Ning Chen drew his sword to block the move, and with a sharp shock, he drew a few steps.

Vermilion dripped, dyed black, injuries were exchanged, and the battle situation became even more tragic.

"Luoxiao, how are you" Bihui Zun stepped forward and said with a solemn expression.

"Shang Neng can hold on, he can't last long, fight quickly, so as not to change" Luo Xiaozun pointed to seal the wound on his broken arm, and said with a pale expression.

"Understood," Bi Hui Zun nodded.

On the other side, in the army, the demons led Yin'er and fought and walked, and every step he took, blood fell everywhere, and corpses were everywhere.

Knowing one's fate without stopping, knowing that defeat is here, is the end, the last insistence of life, no one can obstruct it, before this, only live, only live, live!

The sword blade slashed, the blood flowers fell, reflecting the past scenes, the earthly ups and downs for twenty years, the wandering lonely boat, can no longer find the ferry, knowing the fate of the life does not know their own fate, only hold the sword in their hands and cut all obstacles.

Behind him, the figure who kept falling to the ground, the blood and water gathered into a small river, dyeing all the land under Luojia Mountain into a brown color, and the moonlight shone through the dark clouds, a bleak scene.

"Ahh

Suddenly, with a cry of pain, the blade slashed, Ning Chen couldn't stop it, and on Yin'er's left arm, blood gushed out, staining his shirt red.

Ning Chen turned his head, his eyes shrank, and then the cold light was great, and the blade of the sword swung over, and with a sword, he directly cut the half-statue that injured the little girl in two.

The gushing blood has blinded many innate eyes, fear, hatred, resentment, and extremely complex eyes, penetrating people's hearts.

At the same time, far away in the unfamiliar space on the Tianyin Pavilion in the northern plains, Twilight Chengxue, who was pushing the sound mill, suddenly felt a strong uneasiness, indescribable, and haunted the whole heart.

The white clothes are like snow, and now they have been dyed with brown and red, passing through the iron ropes of the pipa bone, restricting the freedom of the promiser.

Affected by the mood, the sound of the avenue changed, and at this moment, the void shook, and a powerful and abnormal figure walked out, looking at the woman in front of the sound mill, and said lightly, "Your heart is not quiet."

"Something happened to him, Pavilion Master, please let me go out of Tianyin Pavilion, when the matter is done, I will definitely return immediately" Du Chengxue said with a look of eager pleading on her face.

"If you want to get out of Tianyin Pavilion, it's difficult"

The Lord of Tianyin Pavilion said a word, and then his figure faded away and disappeared.

"Pavilion Master"

Twilight shouted urgently, however, there was no response.

"Don't think about leaving the pavilion, Du Chengxue, when you made a deal with Shizun and took on the task of promoting the sound mill, it will be impossible to go out again within a hundred years" In the words, Wu Qingying walked out and said calmly.

"Twilight is willing to pay any price, and I ask the Shadow Girl to intercede on her behalf," Twilight pleaded.

"It's impossible, and I'm powerless."

Wu Qingying shook his head lightly and refused, it is really difficult to understand, the person who cultivates the Taishang Forgetfulness will completely erase the most inseparable memories in his heart at the beginning, it stands to reason that Twilight Chengxue should not have recovered his memory, but he still can't let go of that person.

I hope that the hundred years of Tianyin Pavilion can cut off this entangled relationship.

At the same time, in the Eastern Regions Shenzhou, in the Barbarian Palace, a woman with a beautiful face and a girlish appearance knelt in the hall, bowing and bowing three times.

"Can't you let him go?" said in front of the girl, a touch of emotion flashed on the face of the former king of the barbarian dynasty.

"My daughter is not filial," Aman said softly.

"You go," the barbarian king waved his hand and sighed.

Ah Man kowtowed again, got up immediately, took the sword of the original heart on the side, and turned to leave.

Luojia Mountain, the cold moon traveled westward, the sound of killing under the mountain still did not stop, and the tragic and abnormal battle filled the radius of a hundred miles with a bloody blood mist.

Kill the array, leave no way out, know your fate in the array, ask and kill with a sword, and slaughter the world.

The eight deities were all wounded, and there were less than ten people left in the thirty and a half deities, and no one expected the huge price, which made all the human supremes shocked and angry.

After preparing for a long time, he tried his best to get rid of this person, and if one day, he stepped into the Supreme Realm, and the sects would be completely doomed.

In the battle, the demon body sword was ruthless and ruthless, although he was injured, but the killing was getting heavier and heavier, and every move and style was all Huang Quan's life.

"Demonic Style, Heaven Weep"

Red practice wheel dance, resentment on the sword erupted, the wind and clouds changed, the rolling demon waves swept away, the sky and the earth changed color, bleak.

The Venerables only felt that the gong body was stagnant, and the operation of the true yuan was suddenly restricted.

The three-three offensive and defensive situation was immediately broken, and there was a violent shock, and the last two people were unable to gather strength and suffered heavy blows.

The bright red all over the ground is the shock of the devil's calamity, and the strongest demon has long surpassed the red practice of four thousand years ago.

Knowing her fate, Yin'er bit her lip, although the wound was painful and unbearable, she still forced herself not to shout out and not let the former worry.

The swords and swords are staggered, the black-clothed and black-haired knowers, the blood on their faces drips from time to time, the pace turns, the body is like a swimming dragon, the sword blade is slashed, and the power is incomparable.

"Knowing your fate, how long can you struggle?"

The situation changed, and the eight human supremes immediately changed their tactics, and the four and four joined forces to force their lives again.

The sword clashed, and the long-term exhaustion knew his fate, retreated a few steps, and a little bit of bright red came from the corner of his mouth, dyeing his red clothes over and over again.

The world is difficult to walk, and the demons are not allowed to survive, Ning Chen glanced at the Luojia Mountain behind him, and the power of the red practice in his hand to urge resentment, the blessing of the demon waves, and in the earth-shattering vibration, the magnificent sword light rose to the sky.

"Nirvana"

The ultimate sword, criss-crossed, magnificent, sword light, the void fell apart, and the earth was devastated.

The four statues bore the brunt of the attack and withdrew red, and the other four were also affected by the sword momentum and retreated a few steps in a row.

The killing situation revealed a flaw, Ning Chen stepped forward, and quickly swept towards Luojia Mountain in the rear.

The mountains are stacked, and the roads are rugged and difficult to navigate, however, the Huangquan Road, which is made of blood and bones, has never been easy to walk.

Blocking troops along the way, in the blood-colored sword light, one after another fell, the persistent will, driving the unyielding war spirit, in the face of the army's death, still did not know what to give up.

On the black hair, the blood is falling, and the blood on the sword is a hundred times better, a thousand times, and the inexhaustible alliance army was protected by Zhiming when Tianfu invaded, and now it is counterattacking and devouring Zhiming.

On the way forward, a drop of blood fell on Yin'er's face, slightly hot and hot.

The big hand that holds the small hand, never let go, never wants to let go, knows the fate of the three-body and one heart, although the personality is different, but it is the same persistence, once identified, death will not let go.

Mountains and mountains, surrounded by thousands of greenery, blood and water dyed thousands of red, the brilliance of life is always at the end of the bloom, will be so beautiful.

I don't know how many fallen figures, the blood and bones all over the mountains and fields stained the entire Luojia Mountain red, and the battle of the demons, all the words of the tragedy looked pale.

In order to get rid of the fate, the elite of the sects will do their best, and at any cost, it is bound to leave the fate of the mind completely.

On Luojia Mountain, the army pursuing in the rear surrounded again, and the eight human supremes forcibly pressed the injuries in their bodies, urging the last body to pass by.

The sword blade blocked the palm strength, the aftermath shook all directions, blood spilled out from Ning Chen's mouth, and the sword momentum turned, slamming back the four statues in front of him.

The four retired, Luoxiao, Bihui, Red Mansion, and Xuanzhen once again deceived themselves, and forcibly pressed down.

There was a sharp shock, the black clothes were dyed red again, Ning Chen took a few steps back, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and the demonic qi around his body shook violently again.

The inextricable demon calamity has plunged the demon into the biggest life and death crisis, and the sword on the ground, the magic power is still terrifying, but it has lost the previous palpitating sense of oppression.

"Knowing your fate, you have no way out"

Seeing that there was an unstable sign in the breath of knowing fate, the eight Venerables returned to the Yuan at the same time, and the extreme confluence was converging, and the wind and clouds on the mountain were violently rolling, shocking people's hearts.

The strongest move, roaring and galloping out, after one move, ends the battle of demons.

Extremely powerful, unshakable, Ning Chen was strong and injured his body, pulled Yin'er behind him, a touch of determination flashed in his eyes, and the demon yuan around his body rose to the fullest, and the sword flowed together, and a sword caught up, blocking the last move.

Just when life and death were about to be separated, in the distance, a shadow in Tsing Yi swept over, turned his back to the people, and slammed the fatal palm, the blood flowers were miserable, and the sky was dyed red in an instant.

The gaze of the other eye is so gentle, looking at the last concern of this life, like a moth to a fire, without hesitation, directly hitting the Chilian Jianfeng.

With a stabbing sound, a sword pierced the body, blood gushed like a spring, dyed the green clothes red, and even reddened the eyes of the fateful, lime raised his hand, caressing the face of the young man in front of him, and a faint reluctance flashed on his pale and beautiful face.

He's really grown up.

Actually, she doesn't want to die, in fact, she wants to live, live to see him go on forever.

It's a pity that she doesn't have a chance.

"Ning Chen, you are in the devil"

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