The west wind does not understand the apricot blossom rain, the loess knows the sadness of the fallen leaves, the dark clouds in the air are more abundant, and the rain still does not understand the style.

There was lightning and thunder in the air, and corpses were floating all over the ground, whether it was Nanmeng or the Ranhua Sect, no one was happy.

As a defensive side, the Ranhua Sect poured all its strength into the Ranflower Sect, and more than half of the deaths were killed, and for the attacking side of the Southern Alliance, it lost nearly two-thirds of the number, tens of thousands of people faced the Ranflower Sect of thousands of people, and did not take any advantage at all, in a sense, the Southern Alliance's action was a failure.

It's just that they don't realize it.

The air was filled with the smell of moist earth, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of blood, wafting in a sea of herbs, and everyone's consciousness seemed to be immersed in the boundless chaos.

If there was anything that could sober them up, it was the light of the constant intertwined collision of spiritual power, like the brilliant boundless fireworks, blooming in this amorous and merciless rain.

Everyone's heart is heavy, and the corpses everywhere linger in everyone's heart, like the lingering dream.

It turns out that life is so fragile and insignificant at this moment.

The disciples of the South Gate did not dare to take a step out of the jungle, the words of the ghost bone mother-in-law still echoed in their ears, the yellow spring was at the foot, the mysterious old woman left after saying this, and no one knew what happened to her.

Not to mention the disciples of the Southern League, even Qin Zhongshu, who invited her here, did not expect this situation.

The disciples of the Southern Alliance were frightened, looking at the corpses of their comrades who had stiffened in the distance, they had lost their fighting spirit, and some had even quietly retreated.

"Boom!" a loud noise, unknown to the crowd from the high ground battlefield, or thunder, or the battle in the depths of the jungle.

Immediately after that, there were several voices one after another, one after another, chaotic and disorderly, which shook everyone's hearts.

It had been a quarter of an hour since Qing Ming lured Jin Nanjiang into the jungle, and Cheng Hao and the others' faces gradually showed anxious expressions. Li Zong and Xiao Jie in the field have fought for hundreds of rounds, and it is difficult to tell the winner.

Xiao Jie wondered in his heart, wasn't the person in front of him seriously injured before, why was it still as good at the moment, the process of fighting did not show that he was an injured person, his moves were sharp, his moves were fatal, as long as he was careful, he would die here.

So Xiao Jie didn't dare to be careless, and still tried his best to deal with it.

In fact, what Xiao Jie didn't know was that Li Zong had also reached the end of his crossbow.

The reason why he seemed to be fine was only because he had taken a powerful Spiritual Cultivation and Heart Cultivation Pill, which was a second-grade pill, for the Random Flower Sect, which was famous for its medicines, although there were many ordinary pills, the second-grade pill was also an extremely precious existence.

Li Zong also swallowed this pill only as a last resort, after all, it was still very difficult to restore his normal cultivation in a short period of time, and with certain side effects, Li Zong at this moment was actually consuming his life force to fight.

As the great elder of the Ranflower Sect, the sect has reached a critical moment, the life and death of the third elder Huang Yanhuan is unknown, the second elder is seriously injured and cannot fight, the result of the battle between the sect leader Xia Ningyun and Qin Zhongshu is unknown, the disciples of the Ranflower Sect have suffered countless deaths and injuries, and now they can only rely on him to support the scene.

The white-haired young man didn't know what was wrong, he had nothing to do with the Chaotic Flower Sect, and he was willing to use his martial arts cultivation to lead away a martial king powerhouse, this courage, Li Zong was extremely admired in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired young man had achieved this level, and as a great elder, he was naturally a soldier, even if he did not hesitate to pay for his own life.

Of course, there is also a time limit for the medicinal power of this second-grade pill, and at the beginning stage, it can indeed make people return to their original level all at once, and once the time passes, it

It will rebound, drop to the real-time level of the cultivator itself, and then slowly heal.

The two of them made another move, Li Zong suddenly felt that his throat was spicy, he knew that the effect of the medicine had reached the end at this moment, and he couldn't let Xiao Jie know his situation, so he forcibly suppressed the blood in his mouth.

Xiao Jie frowned solemnly, and it seemed that he glanced at Li Zong on the other side, and saw that he was still outstanding, and he couldn't see the appearance of being injured before, although he was surprised in his heart, he couldn't think of why it was such a result. He was more worried about the situation of Jin Nanjiang in the jungle at the moment, that young man was definitely not a thing in the pool, seeing that so much time had passed, and there was no trace of Jin Nanjiang, Xiao Jie's heart gradually rose a trace of unease.

As if in response to Xiao Jie's mood, the dripping rain gradually stopped at this moment, everything seemed so quiet, the previous roar completely dissipated at this moment, and the whole world was only left with the ticking sound of rain hitting deep pits.

Li Zong stood there still, his posture was full of strength, and his eyebrows were sharp.

Xiao Jie didn't dare to take the lead, his face was uneasy, and his brows were worried.

"Stepping on the ......" A long and dull footstep broke the silence of each other.

Everyone looked at each other and their faces were shocked.

Qing Ming walked out from the other side of the jungle, only to see that his face was pale, his body was covered with blood, and the cyan saber in his hand had already been withdrawn from its scabbard, and several streaks of blood flowed down his forehead, soaking his silver and snow-white hair.

"Qing Ming!" Cheng Hao and the others were shocked, and hurriedly ran over to help.

"I'm fine!" Qing Ming smiled slightly.

Zhang Xu on the side seemed to have a premonition of something, revealing an unbelieving look.

"Where's Jin Nanjiang?"

Qing Ming still smiled, and only after a moment did he say: "From now on, there will be no Jin Nanjiang!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens, and everyone on the scene was completely messy, especially the disciples on the other side of the Southern Alliance, with a stunned, frightened and unbelievable face.

That young man was just a martial artist, and he actually killed a martial king.

Fear, endless fear filled the minds of the Nanmeng disciples, and in an instant, they seemed to have lost all their ability to think, and just stared blankly at the white-haired boy in the field.

Hongxia, Qinghui and the others were shocked in addition to shock.

Cheng Hao didn't show his feelings more, just nodded to him.

Ling Haochen on the opposite side showed an indescribable amazement on his face, was the young man in front of him so strong, he touched his incomplete fingers, and a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

In front of him, how many chances he still had to win, Ling Haochen asked himself.

Although Xiao Jie felt that Jin Nanjiang would suffer a little loss in the hands of Qing Ming, he should still be able to deal with it, after all, the gap in cultivation was there, no matter how the other party made up for it, this gap-like distance could not be made up or even crossed in a while, at least Xiao Jie thought so at the time.

But the final result turned out to be Jin Nanjiang's death, he couldn't believe this fact, after all, this was just one side of Qing Ming's words.

Xiao Jie glanced at Qing Ming, his brows were almost twisted into a line, and then he jumped backwards quickly, and observed Li Zong's movements from time to time, afraid that Li Zong would make a move at this moment.

But how did he know that Li Zong was just holding on hard at this time, watching Xiao Jie retreat, only then did he spit out a mouthful of blood, stumble, and almost fell to the ground, fortunately, Zhang Xu and the others were quick to see Li Zong's abnormality, and they helped him up to prevent him from falling.

"Great Elder!" The disciples of the Chaotic Flower Sect gathered around in unison, all of them with worried expressions on their faces.

Li Zong waved his hand to signal everyone not to panic, Zhang Xu and the others immediately understood Li Zong's intentions, and also signaled everyone to be quiet, so everyone did not make other eye-catching behaviors.

After Li Zong barely stood firm, he came to Qing Ming's side for the first time, checked his injuries, and couldn't help frowning again.

Although Qing Ming was not a big deal on the surface, he was actually seriously injured, and even though he had made a lot of preparations in advance to deal with a martial king powerhouse who was higher than himself, the difficulty in the implementation process was still much beyond his expectations.

If he wanted to confront or even kill a Martial King powerhouse head-on, Qing Ming thought that it was impossible for him to do it. The reason why he was able to kill Martial King Sheng Tianqi last time was because he barely did it with the help of Fang Tianbei and the Ivory Blade.

When Ling Haochen took a group of Southern League disciples to find Jin Nanjiang's body, he saw that his whole body was pitch black, and his face showed a stunned and incredible look, as if he had seen something incredible before he died, and there was a sword wound in his chest.

Jin Nanjiang's body was lying next to a big tree, and the ground was actually a black viscous liquid, presumably Jin Nanjiang's blood.

All the people in the Southern Alliance present were terrified, Jin Nanjiang's death was so terrifying that some disciples instantly sat down on the ground when they saw Jin Nanjiang's corpse, and they didn't care about the mud on the ground, they just trembled.

After hastily burying Jin Nanjiang's body, Ling Haochen and the others went back to inform Xiao Jie of the situation.

Xiao Jie felt even more incredible after understanding the situation, and glanced at the white-haired young man who was healing on the opposite side, and a chill appeared on his back for no reason.

The boy's methods are too strange and terrifying.

Xiao Jie naturally didn't know how Qing Ming lured Jin Nanjiang into the jungle, and how he set a trap to make him have a poisonous "One Flower Killing Grass" in his body, of course, he would not naturally Qing Ming entered the dark deep forest forbidden land that even the strong did not dare to enter at will, where he found this deadly medicinal material and left safely.

In that battle, Qing Ming could barely kill Jin Nanjiang by all means, and only Qing Ming could understand how terrifying it was for a martial king who fought back to death.

All of this is known only to Qing Ming.

Even if Qinghui and Hongxia and the others were curious, but Qing Ming didn't say anything, they naturally didn't ask too much,

The audience fell silent again, an eerie silence, both sides staring at each other, no one dared to step forward, no one could shout, as long as anyone spoke would destroy the balance between them.

As if to break the silence, at this moment, a roar sounded in the sky, like a landslide and the ground cracked, instantly attracting everyone's attention.