Fan Shanhe stood at the top of the mountain, looked at the huge palace floating in the magma, and muttered, "The 10,000-year-old foundation of the Flame Spirit Gate will be destroyed today. ”

The Snow Flower Palace Lord said, "Now is not the time to feel nostalgic. ”

Fan Shanhe shook his head and said, "It's not feelings, it's just a matter of facts, whether it's in the world or in the cultivation world, war brings destruction and death, so I don't like war." ”

The Snow Flower Palace Lord said: "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are used as dogs. ”

Fan Shanhe said: "I have been pursuing the purest sword path all my life, but I only figured it out when I was on the verge of life and death last time, it turns out that the most important thing is not the sword in my hand, but the sword in my heart. ”

The Snow Flower Palace Lord asked, "What is your true heart?"

Fan Shanhe was silent for a moment and said: "It is tranquility, it is peace, and it is great freedom. ”

The Snow Flower Palace Lord asked again, "How can we be peaceful, peaceful, and comfortable?"

Fan Shanhe said: "When I hear someone crying in despair, I can't be quiet, and when I see someone dying, I can't be peaceful. ”

The Snow Flower Palace Lord said, "So ......?"

"So I want to end the war as soon as possible. Fan Shanhe looked at the huge palace slowly rising from the magma and said.

The Snow Flower Palace Lord asked, "Then how do you end the war?"

Fan Shanhe was silent for a moment, slowly drew his sword out of its sheath, and said, "The only way to stop the war is to stop the war." ”

Every time the long sword is unsheathed, the sword intent it exudes is doubled.

Above the sky, there was a strong wind, and there were clouds rolling.

Before the sword was completely unsheathed, there was a vision of heaven and earth.

The huge palace, which had risen into the air, was blown by the strong winds, and buildings continued to collapse and fall into the magma below.

In the palace, under the command of the elders, the inner disciples of the Flame Spirit Sect began to repair the Suspended Great Array, while more disciples and elders chose to flee.

An elder surnamed Wang ran out of the main hall and shouted at Fan Shanhe, who was slowly drawing his sword, "Do you have to kill my Flame Spirit Gate?!"

Fan Shanhe looked at the Flame Spirit Sect Elder, silent, did not answer, and did not stop moving.

The field is still slowly unsheathed.

The wind was howling, thunder was loud among the clouds, and dozens of lightning bolts fell from the nine heavens, slashing towards the Flame Spirit Gate Palace in the sky.

There is heavenly power in the sword intent, and there is also heavenly power in the thunder, although the two are not the same, they can be connected.

If you pass it, you are a saint and a sword saint.

If Yun Mo was here, he would definitely be surprised by Fan Shanhe's manipulation of the power of Tianwei.

The long sword of Fanshan River is finally unsheathed.

Hundreds of thunderbolts fell from the sky.

The inner gate palace of the Flame Spirit Gate was about to be blown into powder by hundreds of thunderbolts.

"En......" Fan Shanhe frowned.

The Snowflake Palace Lord was also shocked in his heart, and that breath was ......

Fan Shanhe turned around suddenly, and the tip of his sword drew an arc, pointing south.

Hundreds of thunderbolts suddenly disappeared unexpectedly.

Elder Wang, who was covered in cold sweat, watched this scene neatly, and he didn't react at all, but completely lost the ability to think.

The rest of the elders and the inner disciples of the Flame Spirit Sect were no better.

Fifty miles away, the sky suddenly lit up with dazzling lights, and hundreds of lightning rays fell with a bang.

All the thunder and lightning landed in the same place.

Even if it is the power of the Spiritual Void Realm, it cannot see the situation fifty miles away, but fifty miles is within the scope of divine sense.

So in the sea of knowledge, people "saw" the person under the dense thunder.

Yes, it's a person, not something like a stone.

In fact, under such a dense lightning attack, not to mention a stone, even a lump of refined steel would turn into countless molten iron.

But the man did not fall in ashes, nor did he fall, nor was he even affected by the terrible thunder and lightning.

Who is this person? can make Fan Shanhe change the point of the sword at the last moment, and can ignore so many thunderbolts?

People's first reaction was to think of Yun Mo, but Yun Mo and the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox were still entangled in the Sword Dao Sect, and there was no reason why they would appear here.

Who is that person? Could it be the top powerhouse of the Three Evil Lands?

The person who can ignore the blow of Fan Shanhe is the master of the Gu Gate, the leader of the Avengers Alliance, or the supreme sword cultivator of the Demon King's Palace who crossed the gate of heaven and did not enter?

At the moment before the destruction of this Flame Spirit Gate, why did such a person suddenly run out?

Shock, doubt, anxiety, and a thousand thoughts appeared in everyone's hearts, and they could not be solved.

The thunder in the sky is finally gone.

Under the probing of the divine sense, the man was still slowly moving forward.

He walked very slowly, and every step seemed to take a lot of strength, hunched back, bent over, and head bowed, as if he were an old man.

Although it is not visible, everyone looks at it.

One person, attracted all the attention of the Four Holy Land coalition forces.

He walked slowly, and suddenly looked up, probably thinking that he was finally at his destination, so he sped up a little.

The black robe was tightly wrapped around him, the Flame Mountain was hot all year round, even if it was already cold and cold elsewhere, the heat here was still unbearable, but he still felt a little cold, so he tightened the robe on his body.

Fifty miles away, after all, it has come to an end.

He truly appeared in front of the eyes of the Four Holy Land Alliances and the Flame Spirit Gate.

Wearing a black robe, he couldn't see the material, but he could see that it was a little shabby, and when he looked up, there was a layer of black mist in front of him, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Although he appeared in everyone's sight, his body was still shrouded in a fog.

Among the four holy places, including Fan Shanhe, Xuehua Palace Master and others, they didn't know who he was.

But the elders of the Flame Spirit Gate knew that it was not that they knew him, but that the only person who could come to the Flame Spirit Gate at such a time was that person.

The one they had invited from the Ten Thousand Corpses Realm.

Or rather corpses.

Elder Wang sighed, "Finally, it's finally here!"

After saying this, he immediately knelt down towards the man.

All the elders of the Flame Spirit Gate fell to their knees.

Although the hundreds of inner disciples who were lucky enough to survive didn't know who that person was, they also fell to their knees.

The man looked up, then moved on.

Although he was separated by hundreds of feet, every time he took a step forward, the four holy land coalition forces at the front took a step back.

One person scared off tens of thousands of elites, and the scene seemed very funny and weird.

At this moment, Kunlun Nu drove forward and shouted: "It's a human being, not a god, I'm afraid of an egg!

With the blessing of spiritual power, his words reached everyone's ears like thunder on the ground.

Only then did everyone react, there was only one person on the other side, tens of thousands of elites on their side, and there were top powerhouses like Fan Shanhe, what reason was there to be afraid?

So fear turned to anger, and for a moment, the crowd was excited.

Kunlun Nu grinned, pulled the reins, and the war horse neighed, stood high, and then stepped down heavily with his front hooves.

Kunlun Nu shouted, "Archers obey!"

The Kingdom of the Wind has conquered all directions, with several elite troops, and this time it marched into the Flame Spirit Gate, and it was the Zhenbei Army that had the first combat power in the country.

Hearing Kunlunnu's order, the three thousand archers took out the bows and arrows they had brought with them.

"Wait!" Kunlun Nu shouted.

Three thousand men wound their arrows and drew their bows slowly.

There was a tingling sound of a stiff bowstring.

Three thousand strong bows, all aimed at that person, and their movements were uniform.

A bright light flashed in Kunlun Nu's eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, he shouted: "Release!"

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