Far away, in the dark forest, in the candle-lit underground cavern, there was an old man sitting in the center of the cave, a black robe completely wrapped his rickety body, and the long brim of his hat covered his entire face. A group of young black-robed sorcerers formed a circle, several of them fell to the ground, apparently dead, and the rest knelt on the ground chanting ancient incantations, sometimes hurriedly, sometimes slowly. The dim candle flame shone on their young faces, and the runes on their foreheads shone with a strange light.

Suddenly, a young sorcerer spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, blood gurgling from behind his back, as if he had been pierced through his body by some sharp weapon. The other sorcerers didn't seem to see it, but the chanting in their mouths became sharper and more harsh.

On the ninth day of July in the seventeenth year of the Great Liang Taiyuan

The sun became hot, and the heavy rain overnight enlivened the green vegetation on Beth Mountain, which danced with the mountain wind, wave after wave, and all kinds of wildflowers dotted among the green waves, and in the reflection of the sun, like waves brought by the waves.

Deep in the forest, the battle continued, Eric was still struggling to support, the chanting seemed to come from the distant underground, he felt as if he was entangled in something invisible, unable to move, and his spiritual power seemed to be withdrawn little by little. The Honors were in a rout, and he could hear their cries of despair.

When Eric turned his head to look at Andrew, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, his face was pale, and the golden shield showed cracks, and he smiled at Andrew with difficulty, "If you still hold on to your horrible thoughts," he controlled his breathing. "So...... Do it!" he slammed out a hand and waved it in the air, giving up resistance, a bitter smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, lonely and desolate.

A golden teleportation door appeared in the dusty sky, as if something was sucking Andrew, and he was pulled in, and the teleportation door disappeared in an instant. Gia tries to catch Andrew in horror, but she misses it, and Andrew finally disappears in front of her. Jiya sobbed in fear, she wanted to jump off the horse to look for it, but was carried by the wind and dust.

The golden shield burst in an instant, and the powerful air flow threw Eric far away, and the war horse was also swept by the air current, staggering a few steps, and almost falling.

As the wind and dust rode over, Gia jumped down and shook Eric to the ground, and she looked around to see the corpses of the Invalids everywhere. She stood up trembling, tears streaming down her face. Babbling but not crying.

"He didn't die, he just passed out. Feng Chenyang didn't know how to comfort the sad little girl in front of him. Feng Chenyang stretched out his hand to pull the little girl, he thought, with such a person, he should be able to break through.

The little girl's thin body suddenly became unusually stubborn, she lifted her tear-filled face, smiled at the wind and dust, bowed deeply, and turned to walk towards the whistling swordsman.

"Fuck. Feng Chenyang scolded, smashed his clenched fist on the horse's back, turned around and jumped down, the pain made the war horse neigh and ran away for a moment, Fengchen Yang picked up a broken sword from the ground, and slowly followed behind the little girl. The Excalibur pulsed in the palm of his hand, as if trying to break free from his hand, but it was gripped tighter.

The swordsmen stopped in front of them, and the elders and the surviving Leggings were tied up and laid across their horses, apparently the battle was over, and the Invalids were completely defeated.

The little girl stood alone in front of the burly swordsman, she was trembling all over, she did not dare to look up, she looked lonely and desolate. A large hand suddenly rested on her shoulder, "Don't be afraid, I'm behind you!" The voice was full of tenderness but with an incomparably resolute force, penetrating people's hearts.

The little girl was pulled behind her, and a burly figure covered her behind her, and he raised the Excalibur in his hand. His deep gaze is like a sharp sword, which makes people dare not force their eyes.

Yin Li looked at him coldly, "You can pick up the Divine Sword, I can let you go, but she," he pointed behind him. "Must stay!" he said with a majesty in his tone that could not be denied.

Feng Chenyang didn't speak, he could feel that something was approaching quickly, and the Broken God Sword Sword in his hand glowed with red lightning from above, and roamed around wantonly on the Broken God Sword. A black-robed magician flickered, he floated in the air and looked down at everything underground, the wind and dust jumped violently, the Broken God Sword cut through the silent air, dragging a perfect arc, the Broken God Sword in his hand seemed to have been summoned by some kind, the red electric light on the blade of the sword whistled away, hitting the black robed magician, a terrible scream broke the silence in the forest, and drifted in the air, a black robe slowly floated down.

In the cave in the dark forest, another young sorcerer screamed and fell to the ground, the painful expression on his face clearly visible. The old sorcerer slowly stood up from his chair, "Bring that man back." The sound came and went, as if it was floating in the air.

Yin Li looked at Feng Chenyang curiously, his eyes were full of doubts and incomprehension, and his student Li Hanwen was just as puzzled as him.

"Teacher, why can he pick up the Excalibur?"

Yin Li didn't pay attention to him, he stretched out his hand, and the two swordsmen rode out, with the momentum of thunder, wielding the Broken God Sword, wrapped in pieces of sword shadows, and slashed towards the wind and dust.

Feng Chenyang couldn't move, and as soon as his body moved, the little girl behind him was exposed to the swordsman's merciless attack. He could only force all the power of the incoming person, and the three Divine Breaking Swords collided violently, making an earth-shattering sound, and the huge impact force made Feng Chenyang's body shake slightly, and his feet sank into the ground suddenly.

The two swordsmen were turning around, Feng Chenyang reached out to pick up the little girl, the figure shot up, the broken sword glowed with a light red brilliance, and launched a fatal sword against a swordsman, the swordsman hurriedly returned the sword to save himself, the moment of contact, the light red light suddenly became violent, and the blue light of the broken god sword was cut in two, bringing a piece of blood mist. Feng Chenyang's body rose again, and he had already stepped on the war horse and galloped into the distance.

The blue light on the body of the severed Divine Breaking Sword disappeared in a flash, and the entire sword body began to crack like a turtle, completely shattering.

Li Hanwen looked at the direction of his escape, his face was stunned, he looked at the teacher with his spare eyes, but found that the teacher looked up at the direction of Feng Chenyang's escape, as if he was thinking about something.

Another swordsman in the duel, looking at Yin Li for a while, and looking at the direction of Feng Chenyang's escape for a while, led the horse in a circle, not knowing what to do, with a blank face.