"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the endless chaotic fire devoured the flesh, just after I carried the fairy bone sword and retreated dozens of kilometers, my whole body was already full of flames, and the rules of the phoenix law in my body seemed to be about to be exploded by the valley, and the terrifying first-grade holy fire was simply like a curse similar to heaven's damnation, which was difficult to eliminate in a short period of time.

"Senior Brother Bu!"

An inner courtyard Tianjiao snatched out of the air, and the long sword turned into a ray of white light and rushed towards the Yang Si Chendu, which already had a bit of a clear artistic conception of the sword heart, he came very timely, this sword is not strong, it is not weak, but it is just enough to make the Yang Sichen Duel retract and slap my next palm, which is also a fatal palm.

"Disturbing flies, die!"

Yang Sichen stopped his body, swept away with a low shout of palm power, the chaotic fire erupted, the palm power was majestic, only a loud noise was heard in the air, and the body of the disciple of the inner courtyard directly turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded!

My heart tightened, as if I was pierced by a sharp sword, that inner court disciple I have some impressions, is a good seedling of sword cultivation, I and my senior sister Lin Muzhao can be said to be very admired, hoping to become the same kendo Tianjiao as us, but it has fallen here, which is suffocating.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

Yang Si Chen's decision was non-stop, swept through the air, his palm power was surging, and he was wrapped in an invincible immortal artistic conception, and they were stunned when they saw a group of corpse control clan Tianjiao, they had to admit that the strength of Yang Si Chen's decision was indeed far stronger than Tang Jiuyuan, and it was not at the same level at all.

The Buddha's light flowed, and suddenly a big handprint flew in the air, it was Zhao Hao who made a move!

The palm prints were wrapped in dozens of thunderbolts, peaceful and holy, and they decomposed into dozens of major karmic fire wheel seals at the moment when they were close to the Yang Si Chen, and the roar was endless, all of which hit the golden talisman Tiangang in front of the Yang Si Chen, and the talisman Tiangang was like a golden wall, and it didn't move at all after dozens of fierce blows, not even a single crack.

However, Yang Sichen sneered, his eyes glared at Zhao Hao in the distance, and said lightly: "Mole ants also dare to challenge Tianwei?"

The chaotic fire in his eyes flowed, as if a heartbeat attacked, and a wisp of distorted rules shook Zhao Hao back with a bang, causing him to vomit blood and be seriously injured.

……

The disciples of the academy such as Tai Yao, Tang Queran, Ling Yun, and Feng Qingyi came one after another with swords, and I suddenly raised my head to look at them, and shouted in a low voice: "All go back, come and die!?"

At this moment, a voice like thunder came from the air: "I'm here!"

It is Dongfang Qi, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, and the enemy of the younger generation of the Dongfang family!

"Phew!"

The sword intent sharply split the sky, and slashed straight towards the top of the head of the soil and dust, opening and closing vertically and horizontally, and there was a wisp of transcendent holy ruin fire flowing around the sword light, and the sword intent opened and closed, it was the vertical and horizontal twenty-four slashes that Dongfang Qi relied on to become famous, but Dongfang Qi had successfully crossed the catastrophe and ranked among the sword saints of the younger generation in the upper realm, and the sword intent became more and more intense, coupled with the fire of the holy ruins, I am afraid that the strength is not below me at all.

"Dongfang Qi!"

Yang Sichen also shouted violently: "Your subordinates are defeated, what qualifications do you have to commit murder in front of this seat?!"

The palm power collided with the sword, and after ten consecutive moves, Dongfang Qi's strength was still inferior, and it was gradually suppressed by the palm power of the Yang Si Chendu, and at this moment, there was a low roar in the air, and a wisp of flame rushed straight to the side of the Yang Si Chendu, and the "Peng" knocked it back dozens of feet, and it was none other than Dongfang Ping, another Dongfang family's ten thousand enemies.

"......Brothers teaming up?

Yang Sichen was calm, patted the fire of the holy ruins stained on his arm, and said: "In this case, I, Yang Sichen, will kill Dongfang Wan's two favorite nephews here today, and let no one in your Dongfang family dare to call them ten thousand enemies from now on!"

"Don't be ashamed!"

Dongfang Ping said coldly, then glanced at me, and said, "Bu Yixuan, take the academy disciples to retreat some one after another, you are already injured, this is a war between saints, you don't have to participate." ”

I didn't refute, just nodded, and Taiyao approached with a fragrant scent, wrapped my arms around my shoulders, helped me fly, and said, "Are you okay?"

"It's fine. ”

Although I said so, the chaotic fire in my body was still running around, like a curse, if I only relied on the Phoenix Law to reject, I am afraid it would take at least half an hour to completely reject it, this time I had a very strong sense of frustration, and the battle with Yang Sichen could be described as a complete defeat, and there was no chance of winning without using the forbidden power of Bai Shura.

……

In the air, the two brothers of Dongfang fought together, the holy fire continued to erupt, the sword intent vortex flowed, the vertical and horizontal twenty-four slashes complemented each other with the divine flame swordsmanship, and they began to gain the upper hand in less than fifty moves, under this strong sword intent, the soil and dust had to be injured, and sword marks appeared on both arms, of course, Dongfang Qi and Dongfang Ping were also uncomfortable, disturbed by the fire of chaos, and they couldn't last long regardless of victory or defeat.

The war is becoming more and more tragic, the vast fertile fields around Wushan are full of corpses, this battle can be called millions of corpses, blood flows thousands of miles, far away, every time it doesn't take long there is an earth-shattering explosion, the blue mushroom cloud produced by the explosion of the holy ruins rises into the sky, and many famous Upper Realm Righteous Path Sages are slaying demons with their lives, composing a tragic song.

"Peng......

With a loud bang, Wu Shan couldn't help but tremble, and in the air, wisps of the remnants of the true solution of the battle spell swept by, and at the same time, there was also the scene of the fire phoenix law shattering half of the mountain, it was cousin, she was defeated.

My heart couldn't help but tremble, pushed away Tai Yao, and urged the holy power to fly over.

In the dust, Wushan also crashed through a large hole for several miles, the hard mountain rock was burned and melted by the power of the fire phoenix, and a terrifying ravine led to the jungle in the distance, and the figure of the cousin could not be seen, but there was an old man in a robe in the air, an old man with fairy wind bones, full of Confucian and Taoist sincerity, holding a golden ancient scroll, the scroll looked antique and powerful.

"The Holy Body of the Fire Phoenix and the Flesh are sanctified, it seems that the inheritor of the Divine Flame Empress is nothing more than that......"

With a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, he squinted his eyes and said, "Enough, enough people have died, Dongfang Wan, do you want to die more people to defend your throne?"

In the air, Dongfang Wanjiao's body descended, covered in bloodstains, and her breath was far less intense than before, but there was a strong hatred in her beautiful eyes, and she said: "Confucianism, you are originally a great sage of Confucianism and Taoism in the upper realm, why do you want to kill the righteous monks of the upper realm so indiscriminately?"

"I don't want to kill, but people want to kill me, how can it?" he said lightly, but the murderous intent surging in his words was enough to chill the heart of any strong person.

Is this Confucianism?

The real strongest person in the Land of Exile, the real taboo, that powerful aura is even more than twice as terrifying as the taboos of peerless Shura and Blood Venerable, no wonder the Empress of Tianxin has been defeated!

"How about making a deal?"

Ruzun looked at Dongfang Wan, his voice was penetrating, almost all the survivors of the Battle of Wushan could hear it, and the banishes, blood demon clans, and corpse control clans in those exiled places all looked at the air in awe, and even Yang Sichen Jue, Tang Jiuyuan and others stopped their hands and looked at Ruzun with god-like eyes.

"Deal?"

Dongfang Wanxiu frowned lightly and said, "The hundreds of millions of rivers and mountains of the righteous path of the upper realm can tolerate my trade?" Confucian Zun, you are a senior in the upper realm, why are you so aggressive?"

"You rejected me and you will be punished. ”

Confucian Zun frowned, and suddenly the sleeves of his robe swung slightly, turning into a breeze sweeping across the plain, and suddenly a terrifying scene appeared, wisps of Confucian and Taoist rules swept through the breeze, and at least thousands of Terran soldiers on that plain suddenly looked dull one by one, and turned into powder in the breeze, just in an instant, a medium army disappeared!

"You!"

Dongfang Wan's pretty face was full of distress, almost distorted: "Confucianism, you beast, you are not worthy of cultivating Confucianism at all, you are no different from a beast at all!"

"Let me ask again, would you like to trade with me?!"

Ruzun still said indifferently.

"No!"

Dongfang Wan swung his sword, and a wisp of sword qi swept away.

Ruzun still flicked his sleeves lightly, and the true intent of Confucianism and Taoism surged, as if the wind dissolved Dongfang Wan's fierce sword intent, and the strength of the two people did not seem to be at the same level.

"Hum—"

Ruzun raised his left arm, his posture was slender and majestic, a distant hand, and suddenly a wounded old woman of the Oriental family in the air involuntarily rose into the air, her face was full of horror, she was a powerful titled saint, but at this time under the palm of Ruzun, she had no power to resist, just like a chicken under the claws of an eagle.

"Ask again, are you willing to trade with me?" said Ruzun indifferently.

Dongfang Wan's eyes were red: "You...... You ......"

"It was too late to say yes. ”

Confucian Zun groaned softly, and there was a loud bang in the distance, and a titled saint directly exploded his body, turning into a cloud of blood mist, and countless spiritual essences fed back to the earth.

"Your Majesty......"

On the mountain range, Shang Zhuyue, Zhong Chaoyu and other Sword Saint-level female histories were already injured, and their faces were stained with blood, Shang Zhuyue said: "Don't ...... No......"

Ruzun sneered: "Dongfang Wan, are you willing to trade?"

"Say it......"

The cloak tattooed with the emperor's pattern flew in the wind, and the Empress of Tianxin finally lowered her proud head.

……

Ruzun smiled: "The conditions are very simple, the troops of the Tianxin Empire's court will immediately withdraw from Zhongzhou and give Zhongzhou to me, in addition, I will take action against the two major academies of Tianfeng Bailu, you are not allowed to interfere, otherwise, ...... If you say yes, withdraw now, I don't want more people to die, enough is enough. ”

"Your Majesty......"

Shang Zhuyue knelt directly on the ground, tears streaming down her face: "The two academies are the two pillars of the Tianxin Empire, how can we let the evil spirits slaughter us? If we agree, what is the difference between it and the evil way, Your Majesty...... Don't......"

Dongfang Wan's clear eyes were full of determination, looked at Ruzun, and said, "Yes, I promised you." Everyone, withdraw the troops and return to Tianzhou. ”

Fan Qingyan's eyes were blood-red, and the sword in her hand involuntarily fell into the rubble, with a crisp sound.

"It's over......"

"Zhongzhou is finished ......"

Everyone's faces were blank.

……

The Battle of Wushan, which lasted for two days and two nights, no one expected that it would end with such a result.

My silent spiritual calling.

"Divine vine tree, are you there?"

"In. The old tree responded.

"Please tell Shizun and Shizu everything here, the two academies should not disappear from the upper realm like this......"

"No, it won't. ”

Shenfugi's voice was very distant: "This time...... I will also fight hard for Bailu Academy. ”