Hoarse shouts filled all the border passes in Lingzhou, and the continuous flames of war continued to spread across the land of Lingzhou. The bright moon and bright stars in the sky are like a group of witnesses, witnessing the endless offensive launched by the barbarians under the starry sky at the same time.

The blood flowed in the Qiantang Pass of Shengyun Country, the sparks were shining, the noisy and chaotic shouts whistled past the ears of the people, the original tall and mighty city gate was only half left at this time, the city wall was covered with stumps and debris, the sword light and sword shadow in the pass, the aura surged, countless resolute soldiers in the Qiantang Pass frantically resisted the continuous impact of the barbarians, guarding this last line of defense.

"Phew, why did so many masters suddenly appear in today's barbarians?" Qian Tangguan Zhenshou made Yun Shu spit out a mouthful of blood, and stared at the flow of people in front of him with a smile, "I'm afraid I won't be able to go back today, a person on Huangquan Road is lonely and tight, if you don't pull a group of people down together, I'm sorry for my identity" After that, he mentioned his halberd and fought with the barbarians.

A hurried voice containing spiritual power resounded through Yunshan.

"The Wasteland has been breached, the barbarian and demon clans have jointly attacked us, and all the people who Biyun sent to fight are dead!!"

After Du Yanxia and Xue Wuyu in Yanxia Peak heard the news, they ended their cultivation at the same time. A look of surprise flooded the faces of the two.

"All the people in the wilderness are dead?I remember that a few days ago, Uncle Shi went over to support, isn't it...???" Xue Wuyu's tender little hand suddenly covered his mouth, "Uncle Shi also prepared a table of spiritual food before leaving, let us wait for him to come back...... How...... Master!"

Crystal tears instantly filled her eyes, and Xue Wuyu looked at her master with extremely sad eyes, trying to think of some rebuttals.

At this time, Du Yanxia had countless words in her heart, but not a single word could come out of her throat. Standing in place and looking in a certain direction for a long time, he cleaned up his inexplicable mood, stroked the forehead of his apprentice with his hand, and said heavily: "Let's go to the head of the house first to understand the specific situation, I believe the master, your uncle is a grade higher than the master, there must be a way to survive." Then he flew towards the main peak with Xue Wuyu.

When the two of them arrived at the main peak, they found that it was already crowded at this time, and many of the elders and disciples of the Biyun Sect who were in retreat had gathered in this place, and the sound of conversation in the main peak hall at this time was endless, and a blood-colored figure knelt in the hall and trembled.

"Quiet" The majestic spiritual power instantly spread the sound throughout the main hall, and the head of the Biyun Sect, Feiyun Zhenren, with the cultivation of the Eight Grades of the Spirit Sect, immediately controlled the atmosphere on the field, "The disciple who listened back first finished speaking." Then he motioned to the figure kneeling on the ground to continue to report.

"Originally, there was the support of Uncle Cangye in the wilderness, and the situation was completely inclined to us, and the victory had basically been laid, but Uncle Cangye was suddenly attacked by the demon clan during the battle with a fourth-grade spirit sect and three second-grade spirit sects of the barbarians, and was seriously injured, and then a group of demon clans suddenly appeared on the plain, and the disciples of the Biyun sect were all besieged to death, and they never retreated for a moment! .

As he spoke, his voice suddenly became more and more choked, and he paused for a long time.

Cangye Jushi is Xue Wuyu's uncle, and his master Du Yanxia is a brother and sister of the same family, talented Yi Bing, seven years older than Du Yanxia, but his cultivation has also reached the realm of the five products of the Lingzong Sect, and he is a famous master in Lingzhou.

"What about my uncle, why didn't the others come back, those people definitely can't keep him, my uncle Lingzong's five-grade realm, who in Lingzhou dares to say that they can keep him steadily?" Xue Wuyu immediately asked, his eyes were red, and he stared at the kneeling person in front of him.

"Cangye Monk found out that the situation was wrong, and he stopped most of the demon clan by himself, and then sent me away with the remaining spiritual power......... I saw Uncle Cangye in the air...... The scene where he was pierced through the heart by the barbarian sword, the wilderness plain...... No, I, I, I'm useless!!" and began to cry.

There is no life on the Broken Burial Mountain, and it is a mess. The corpses of the disciples and elders of the Qianling Sect were all over the mountain, and the shattered stones and giant trees that were broken were everywhere. Gradually, the scattered flames of war loomed into flames.

Tuoshan is the highest and most majestic mountain in the Middle Netherworld, and it is also the habitat of the Tuoshan sect, and it is the only line of defense for the Tuoshan sect to resist the barbarians. At this moment, the mountain gate of the Tuoshan Sect was broken, and the corpses in the sect were flying sideways, and blood was covered with the ground, like a stream of blood gurgling. Countless scarred barbarian soldiers stood outside the main hall of the Tuoshan Sect, their fierce eyes staring at the figures in the hall. The crisis will be forced into the temple in an instant.

The painstaking real person held the double swords in his hands, dark red blood beads dripped from the sword's body, and countless blood clots condensed on the sword body, like a layer of blood sheath wrapped around the divine sword in the hands of the painstaking real person.

Cautiously guarding the disciples behind him, the painstaking real person suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted: "I didn't expect that the Tuoshan faction would be broken by your group of barbarians after I took over the helm, I have the trust of my predecessor, but the people of Tuoshan are dead, annihilated, and when the years turn, they will not retreat half a minute, but today there is only one person, and none of us can advance half an inch." Then he rushed into the crowd with his sword. The Tuoshan disciples behind him also immediately followed, without any slackness.

When the last Tuoshan disciple fell to the ground, all that came into view between the dying was the unstrained back of the same door, feeling the terrible wound on his chest, he suddenly opened his mouth and laughed happily, knowing death, the smiling face still remained on his face.

The Tuoshan faction perished.

The Jingtian River is the largest and longest river in Lingzhou, spanning Lingzhou and branching out across all countries. Cut off most of the barbarian tribes stepping into the territory of Lingzhou. The waves rise above the surface of the river, the long river rolls, and the water flow is turbulent. It is also the mother river that has nurtured the people of Lingzhou.

On the surface of the river that is full of vitality on weekdays, today there is a corpse of a disciple of the River Sect floating, and the smell of countless blood constantly stimulates the spirituality of the fish in the river, as if pushing them to transform into piranhas.

"Senior brother, no, the barbarian attack is too fierce, although we have the geographical advantage of the Pure Heaven River, but we can't hold on for long, we have to call for reinforcements" The elder of the River Sect, who was fighting fiercely with a barbarian Spirit Sect, thought anxiously in his heart.

With the help of the counter-thrust of the battle, the elders of the Jianghe faction hurriedly went ashore and said to the disciples behind him, "Go back to the sect and let the elders of the sect go to other sects for help, a large number of masters have suddenly emerged in the barbarian clan, there is definitely a huge conspiracy, let them be careful against it." After speaking, he rushed to the sky and exchanged fire with the Barbarian Spirit Sect again.

When the scorching sun in the sky gradually dissipated the scorching brilliance, and the surrounding mountains were about to cover the afterglow of the scorching sun, the tired elders of the Jianghe Sect seemed to have made up their minds, took out the long sword in his hand and poured all the spiritual power into the Jingtian River, and slashed out a shocking sword towards the Pure Heaven River, and suddenly a huge wave rose up to the waves, casting a wall of water that soared into the sky.

"Withdraw, this wall of water won't be in the way for long, we will retreat to the rear and wait for reinforcements. After doing everything, the elders of the Jianghe Sect hurriedly issued an order to quickly stay away from the Jingtian River with the remaining disciples.

When the first brute's feet stepped on the riverbank, all the defense lines in Lingzhou were announced, and the bloodthirsty brute soldiers began to pour into the territory of Lingzhou from different directions, and scarlet blood was suddenly sprinkled all over the bright starry sky.

............

At Shixia Pass, a group of powerful troops slowly marched on the weedy pipeline, and were heading towards Shengjing, the imperial capital of the Snow Country.

Mo Wen, who was half-lying on horseback, was constantly flowing with spiritual power in his body at this time, and the injuries under his clothes were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cultivation of the second grade of the Spirit Sect is also constantly consolidating, and the pure spiritual power is faintly forming a trend of advancing to the third grade of the Spirit Sect on the twenty-first day. Mo Wen's closed eyes moved, as if they were about to wake up.

Mo Li looked at the girl who was serving Mo Wen in front of him, "Who are you, what is your relationship with the eldest prince, what have you been through, why is the eldest prince so seriously injured?"

Flowers heard the familiar nagging sound, and remained silent as always, which was something that Mo Li had repeated many times along the way, but never received a reply from Flowers. Even Mo Li occasionally felt a trace of fear and resentment in the eyes of the flowers.

Seeing the imperial capital getting closer and closer, Mo Li's heart suddenly shuddered, and he felt a deep sense of ice when the scorching sun shone on his body. An ominous premonition suddenly appeared in Mo Li's heart, and he shook his head to throw this unrealistic idea out of his mind, and Mo Li hurriedly urged the soldiers to speed up

"It's all already in the imperial capital, what else can happen?"

At this time, Shengjing was a prosperous scene, and the countless fierce duels in the Qianling Sect competition set off a wave of excitement for everyone in the city, and they appreciated each game in their spare time. Countless arguments filled the streets.

There was a voice from the teahouse that I didn't know where it came from: "Tomorrow is the last day of Dabi, and twenty Tianzong wizards are going to compete for the first place, if you can't go to watch it, it's a big misfortune in your life." ”

"If you want me to say that there are only three people who can really compete for the first place, Mo Idiot from the Zhenguo Mansion, Wei Chuan from the Weiguo Mansion, plus our three princesses, the others are still almost hot. ”

"It's a pity that Wei Yang of the Weiguo Mansion has cultivated to be the second grade of the day after tomorrow, and he is the lowest in it, and it is estimated that he will stop at the top twenty, but it's a pity. ”

Wei Yang has recently become more and more fond of coming to the Jiujing Teahouse to drink tea, and he can hear countless praises for himself from time to time every day, which makes Wei Yang's heart extremely happy. Wei Yang, who was sitting on the second floor and was drinking tea, suddenly heard this voice and immediately became angry, and threw the teacup in his hand.

"You fools, what do you know, I will definitely be in the top ten tomorrow, who is still my opponent except for those three people? The foundation of the Weiguo Mansion is what you can imagine? Hmph!" Ignoring the bleeding old man on the ground, Wei Yang stepped over with his legs and kicked a few clay bottles before leaving.