With a thunderous explosion, a figure suddenly swept out of the broken barrier, the qi exploded, and the strong wind danced wildly, it was Qing Hongtai who was blasted into the barrier by the sword qi of the Holy Sword Gate.

I saw that the first male master of the Qing family in five hundred years was dancing wildly, with a hideous face, like an angry lion, and once again crashed into the surging sword qi tide led by Fan Shanhe.

At the same time, above the first layer of barriers, a black streamer jumped out, and instantly came to the top of Fanshan River.

It was none other than Hong Zhan, the palace master of the Demon King's Palace.

There is the Holy Sword Gate in the Shiwei Realm, and the Holy Sword Gate has all the mountains and rivers.

But on the other hand, without the Saint Sword Gate's Decline Realm, there would be much less of a threat. And without the Holy Sword Gate of all mountains and rivers, there is nothing to be afraid of!

As long as Fan Shanhe can be killed, this battle that is destined to determine the fate of life and death in the two realms will greatly increase the chances of victory in the Demon Domain.

For this reason, even if Qinghongtai and Hong Zhan, who are incompatible and even enemies of life and death, will not hesitate to choose to join forces.

The Three Holy Lands let the Holy Sword Sect fall into a crisis and ignored it, although they did not ward the Demon Domain in advance, but there was a tacit understanding between the two.

The thoughts of the Three Holy Lands, how could Hong Zhanqing Hongtai and these people not know that the Holy Sword Gate is a big family, and it is a huge threat to the other Three Holy Lands, and now the Holy Sword Gate is in a crisis.

For this reason, although these "allies" will not be stabbed in the back, they will inevitably die and will not be saved.

Without the support of many powerhouses in the Three Holy Lands, the mountains and rivers that have already comprehended a trace of the power of the origin will inevitably be difficult to support alone!

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The majestic magic power in Hong Zhan's body was unleashed wantonly, with his body as the center, a circle of energy fluctuation ripples appeared, and on the way to fly, a blood-red mark appeared at the center of the Demon King's Palace's eyebrows, from blood red to crimson, then to purple, and finally to a pitch-black color like ink.

The originally colorless and formless magic power instantly became visible to the naked eye, emanating from the pitch-black mark at the center of his eyebrows, and rotating around his body at an extremely fast speed.

When there was still a distance of ten zhang from Fanshan River, the palace master of the Demon King's Palace, Hong Zhan, slapped out a palm, and on the surface of his palm, black magic power swirled extremely quickly.

A majestic palm instantly enveloped Fan Shanhe and more than ten Holy Sword Sect Sword Cultivators, including Nie Qianrou.

If the energy contained in the magic rune array in the valley before was a rushing river, then at this moment, the magic power within the scope of this palm is the vast sea.

In an instant, there were six Holy Sword Sect Hakka Qing and three elders spurting blood reads();.

Nie Qianrou snorted, then raised her head, her eyes were full of determination, this recognized master of the Holy Sword Sect burst into a loud shout, and the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness erupted, just for a moment, the spiritual power circulated in the body along the meridians for a week, and for a moment, it was the second Zhoutian, the third, and the fourth...... The speed of spiritual power is getting faster and faster, and the impact on the meridians and organs in the body is increasing exponentially.

Even if he cultivated with a strong body refining at the same time, he would not dare to operate his spiritual power at such a speed.

Because it's all about looking for death.

Nie Qianrou is naturally not looking for death, the eye is in a predicament, Hong Zhan blows hard, Qinghongtai Jedi counterattacks, Nie Qianrou can only block Hong Zhan's attack, Fanshanhe, who is almost at the end of the crossbow, can block Qinghongtai wholeheartedly.

When the spiritual power was running to the eighty-ninth week, Nie Qianrou's seven orifices were bleeding, and when the spiritual power was running to the one hundred and eighty-third week, Nie Qianrou's whole body meridians were broken eight-nine out of ten, and at the moment, she gritted her teeth and burst into a loud cry again, and the two ancient swords behind her that were listed in the top ten of the famous swords of the Shiwei Realm were instantly unsheathed, and they turned far to the extreme spiritual power, and suddenly rushed out of the body and poured into the two famous swords.

The two swords came out, and the sword qi was agitated, like two dragons.

Among the demon cultivators, since ancient times, there have been short-term improvements in cultivation at the cost of burning essence blood and even divine souls, for example, in the Wuji Demon Palace, Ah Zhe used this secret method to ascend from the Enlightenment Realm to the Breaking Tribulation Realm, if it weren't for Yun Mo forcibly pressing the entire Five Elements Great Array into his body, Ah Zhe would have died long ago.

And at this moment, although Nie Qianrou did not burn her essence blood and divine soul, it was the same way to increase her combat power by accelerating spiritual power that exceeded the body's tolerance limit to improve her combat power, but her method would cause greater damage to her body and be more thorough.

The two famous swords surrounded by the rapid speed of the sword qi emitted a sword roar that resounded throughout the valley, crashing into the huge palm.

With a loud bang, the two famous swords blessed by sword qi were slashed by countless dense magical powers, shattering inch by inch from the tip of the sword.

But those two dragon-like sword intent pierced the terrifying palm intent after all.

Above Hong Zhan's palm, two blood holes the thickness of chopsticks appeared.

"Dead girl!"

The severe pain, instead of making Hong Zhan retreat, aroused a strong battle intent in his heart, and the Lord of the Demon King's Palace must dance wildly, clapping his left hand on his right palm, stacking his palms, and pressing hard again.

Within the scope of his palm, the three Sword Sect sword cultivators who were only alive instantly turned into three blood mist.

Nie Qianrou stomped on the ground with both feet, facing the terrifying magic pressure, and went up, holding the unknown broken sword left from the upper realm with both hands, and stabbed it violently.

At the same time, the Holy Sword Sect Master finally swung out his sword.

Above the blade of the sword, a cyan sword was generated, like a blue rainbow.

Qinghong sword out of Qinghong.

Cut through the scorching air, cut through the scorching heat of midsummer, cut through the sound of fighting on the battlefield, and cut through the space.

Qing Hongtai, who rushed suddenly, had a numb scalp, looking at the line of Qinghong that was getting bigger and bigger, as if looking at the sickle of death, his heart instantly gave birth to infinite fear, and he could no longer care about the precious opportunity to take the life of Fan Shanhe with one move, and his body quickly retreated.

His reaction is not decisive, his speed is not fast, but the speed of that green rainbow is even fasterreads();.

He came out of the big pit in the barrier, and wanted to join forces with Hong Zhan to kill Fan Shanhe, but he was unexpectedly cut back into the big pit by Fan Shanhe at the end of the strong crossbow.

Qing Hongtai roared violently, and slammed his backhand against the solid barrier behind him, and the rock-solid barrier exploded, and the mountains and rivers retreated again and again.

The first-line Qinghong, which was full of death, was like a knife cutting tofu, easily cutting through the barrier more than ten zhang thick, and came to Qinghongtai in an instant.

Qing Hongtai slammed into the second layer of barriers.

There is no way back.

The terrifying green rainbow crashed in front of him.

"If you want me to die, you deserve it!"

A look of determination flashed in Qing Hongtai's eyes, and his hands suddenly poked out, like a double dragon out of a hole, blasting towards the green rainbow.

His sleeves were shattered inch by inch, and then, the skin on his arms began to peel off piece by piece, and the blood and flesh of the meridians were also quickly shattered, and finally the white bones of his hands turned into countless powders.

With the help of this powerful anti-shock force, Qinghongtai finally broke away from the attack range of the Qinghong.

A strong man breaks his wrist.

However, to everyone's surprise, Qing Hongtai, who had lost his arms, did not flee the battlefield, but his figure flashed, stepping on the toppled third layer of barriers, and swept towards the Fanshan River at great speed.

He Qinghongtai broke his arms, but Fan Shanhe no longer has the power to make a sword!

"This is the time!"

Don't kill now, but when!

The broken sword in Nie Qianrou's hand suddenly broke through the layers of magical power, and strung Hong Zhan's hands like sugar gourds.

But in the end, it still couldn't stop the terrifying palm of the folded hands.

On the ground, a huge palm print with a width of 100 zhang suddenly appeared, and Nie Qianrou was lying in the palm print, bleeding from seven orifices.

Nie Qianrou, whose meridians were all broken, struggled to support her body like a rag doll, and watched Qing Hongtai kick the master in the chest, shouting as hard as he could, but he could only spurt out a mouthful of thick blood.

At the last moment, this female disciple who had been brought to the Holy Sword Sect by Fan Shanhe since she was a child could only close her eyes in pain and despair, and two lines of blood and tears fell from her eyes.

She couldn't bear to look at it, she didn't want to look at it, and she didn't dare to look at it.

Three years ago, she watched her brother Himeno, who loved her the most, die.

Three years later, she didn't want to see her most respected master die in front of her eyes.

She has been an orphan since she was a child, without a father, no mother, no relatives and friends, living alone in this world, how many days and nights, she huddled alone on the eaves of other people's houses, hungry, secretly watching the joys, sorrows and sorrows of strangers in the house, always thinking that in this life, she lived alone, and then died alone.

She is not afraid of death, but when she dies, there is no one by her side.

But all of this, after Fan Shanhe took her to the Holy Sword Gate, disappeared reads();.

She has the love of her master, the pampering of her uncles and uncles, the protection of her senior brother Himeno, and the admiration of the male disciples of the Holy Sword Gate, everything she wants has been obtained in the Holy Sword Gate, and even more.

And now, the eldest brother Himeno who is a childhood sweetheart and has no guesses is dead, the uncles and uncles who doted on her are also dead, and the brothers who like her and love her but dare not show their affection are also dead, and even the master who took her to the Holy Sword Gate, just like her father, and gave her everything is also dead.

She only felt that the whole world had collapsed.

She suddenly remembered the days when she wandered in that small town of only 6,000 people, and often thought that she would live alone and die alone, and now, the nightmare that had awakened her for countless nights had finally come.

She's going to die.

It all felt like a dream.

After all, it's still a dream.

In the dream, there was boundless darkness, and in the lonely and cold darkness, she was alone, waiting for death to come.

Nie Qianrou curled up, like the poor homeless child hiding under the eaves of the house in that small city, shivering in the cold winter of heavy snow, and muttered vaguely, "Don't leave me alone, I'm afraid." ”

And yet at this moment.

Someone touched her head.

That hand is strong, it's warm, it's warm, it's warmer.

Just like the days when she was first brought to the Holy Sword Gate by her master Fan Shanhe, she always got into trouble, and when she got into trouble, she ran to the senior brother to cry, and at that time, the senior brother Himeno would always be very patient and gentle to help her wipe away the tears and snot on her face.

Then gently rubbed her head and said dotingly, "Good, don't cry." ”

At that time, no matter how scared she was, no matter how aggrieved she was, she would really burst into laughter.

"Big brother." Nie Qianrou's voice was hoarse, her body couldn't stop trembling, she tried to open her eyes, and in a blood-colored haze, she saw a white dress.

Dressed in white and green cloth shoes, he carries a long sword.

Just like Himeno back then.

Nie Qianrou's pale face flushed sickly.

Before the broken barrier, dust and smoke were everywhere, and above the ground, there were severed arms and stumps of the Sword Cultivators of the Holy Sword Sect everywhere, and the entire valley was stained red with blood.

The man walked in the valley, his white clothes were not stained with dust, and his green shoes were not stained with blood.

Floating like an immortal.

When Hong Zhan, the palace master of the Demon King Palace, saw this person, his eyes flashed with a touch of tyranny, and the hands pierced by the broken sword slammed into force, and the broken sword exploded inch by inch, and the hands that had already collapsed and saw the muscles and bones were white, and he clapped hundreds of palms in an instant.

Although it did not have the huge power of the palm just now, the combined power of hundreds of palms was more than several times more than before.

And every palm slap, there is a black magic mixed in it, and there is also luck from the ancient temple of the Heavenly Demon Peak.

If it is said that when he joins forces with Qinghongtai, he Hongzhan still has the careful thought that you will spend less strength if you have more strength, then at this moment, this Lord of the Demon King's Palace is completely going all out and even breaking through the realm of his own strength.

The sudden changes all arose because of this man in white.

Where mountains and rivers are already lambs to be slaughtered at the end of the crossbow, and the Three Holy Lands are still standing still, who else is worthy of him to fight like a great enemy?

Hundreds of terrifying palms smashed into the ground.

The sky above his head was all obscured by this palm, and it was pitch black.

In the face of Hong Zhan's strongest attack in his life, the man in white only put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, and said softly, "Disease." ”

The long sword behind his back broke out of the sheath.

The long sword, which was as black as ink, instantly stabbed into the black palm that covered the sky and the sun.

Like a dense palm print hanging low from a black cloud, it suddenly stopped, and it was a sword that held up a piece of the sky.

The blood in Nie Qianrou's eyes gradually faded, her vision regained a little clarity, looking at the sword that stood on the top of the sky, looking at the white clothes, she should have been happy because she was rescued, and she couldn't hide her disappointment.

Nie Qianrou used her last strength to pinch the sachet containing Himeno's ashes that fell on her chest, and muttered in her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, what she said, and what she didn't read.

The man in white made a circle with his fingers in mid-air.

The black longsword spins at great speed.

A cyclone full of sword gangs suddenly formed, suddenly exploded, and the sky was full of fist intent, and all of them were strangled.

The man in white flicked his fingers and said softly, "Go." ”

The black long sword suddenly stopped spinning and swept towards the Demon King's Palace Master.

Hong Zhan was shocked, and his body exploded.

The black sword flew in front of him in an instant.

Hong Zhan's face was pale, no longer caring about the man in white and the battlefield, he paused away, and kept changing direction in the air.

Among the white clouds in the sky, one person flashed by one by one, so the clouds shattered.

Rushing on the river, a man and a sword swept by, and the river was broken.

On the majestic mountain, a man swung with a sword, and the mountain collapsed.

No matter where Hong Zhan fled, the black long sword was kept within three zhang of him.

Like a dragon playing with pearls, like a maggot with bones.

The man in white came to Fan Shanhe's side.

Along the way, he rubbed Nie Qianrou's head, ruined Hong Zhan's monstrous intent, and Hong Zhan, who was chasing with a flying sword, fled in all directions like a defeated dog.

From the other side of the valley, to the side of Fan Shanhe at the other end of the valley, he walked very slowly, and did so many things, and used a lot of time.

He did spend a lot of time.

But his time was not the same as the time of the hundreds of thousands of Demon Cultivators and Minor Realm cultivators present.

There was a hole in the center of his eyebrows, like an eye.