There is a great terror between life and death, what is this terror, is it the remembrance of life, the fear of death, or the fear of the unknown?

No one can give an answer, because this is the exclusive right of each person, and can only be enjoyed by oneself and not passed on.

The expressions on the faces of the four apprentices of the Yin Yang Archmage seemed to have glimpsed a trace of great horror at the moment of life and death, but they didn't have a chance to tell people that the four great congenitals fell behind the Yin Yang Archmage, the supreme master, under Zhang Wuji's dragon chant attack, and the biggest contributor among them was their master, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

The ordinary monks and Tartar soldiers behind the four of them didn't feel anything, they only felt that their brains were "buzzing" and their brains were immediately shattered, and the seven orifices bled and fell to the ground, and for a while, the weapons touched the ground and made a thunderclap sound.

Under the blessing of the Yin Yang Archmage's blood-colored true qi, this sound attack lasted for thirty breaths, and Zhang Wuji held the Yin Yang Archmage and flew forward for a full three feet before falling to the ground.

Forward, a fellow road more than six zhang away and two zhang wide was opened, and there were more than two hundred floating corpses, and the monks and Tartar soldiers who were far away were also buzzing with their heads unconscious, stupid, and they were stupid, and they were smirking, and their saliva flowed out and soaked a large piece of clothing, and they didn't know it.

The people and horses brought by the Yin Yang Archmage were basically destroyed with the full cooperation of the two. The Yin Yang Archmage fell the hard bluestone ground like a hemp bag with a heavy object, and Zhang Wuji was still clasping his shoulders like a bloody person, maintaining the posture just now.

The two of them were silent and motionless, as if they had died, motionless, only the blood stains under their bodies were slowly increasing.

It seems like a long time to say, but in fact, from the time the Yin Yang Archmage came in, the two sides started to move, and it was only a few snaps of the fingers, and this earth-shattering battle of ghosts and gods was completed between three moves and two styles.

Fan Yao, Wei Yixiao and other people in the Ming Sect have not yet reacted to the battle, and they have become like this.

"Master. Everyone shouted and rushed forward.

"No, you can't. Wei Yixiao's ghostly body suddenly floated forward, stretched out his arms and stopped him.

Everyone braked suddenly, "King Fu, why are you stopping?"

"Fu Wang?"

......

"Everyone, although the current situation of the Sect Master is dangerous, we must not rush forward, in case the two of them are engaged in a higher-level Divine Sense battle, we must not disrupt the rhythm of the Sect Master's battle because of our hastiness. Wei smiled and said solemnly.

Zhang Wuji's divine sense, Hou Cheng and Zhuang Zheng already knew, and they understood it in an instant. Fan Yao has been in the innate for many years, and naturally understands the meaning of Wei Yi's joke, as for the ordinary sect members, although they don't understand, but when they saw that everyone in front of them stopped, they didn't step forward anymore, but the anxiety in their eyes was even worse.

"Hou Cheng, you lead the guards to step forward and set up a defensive ring two feet away from the sect leader to guard against the remnants of the Tartars. Brother Fan, you and Zhuang Zheng led the brothers of Ruijin Banner to hurry up and clear the Tartars in the temple. I went up to see how the two of them were doing, and I was close to the Dharma protector. Wei Yixiao made a decision in an instant.

"Obey. Hou Cheng waved his hand and rushed forward with his men.

"Obey. Zhuang Zheng led his men and rushed towards the Tartar soldiers who had been hiding aside.

Fan Yao didn't speak, just looked at Wei Yixiao's eyes with some surprise.

Wei Yi was stunned for a moment, and said seriously: "Brother Fan, at a very moment, the younger brother has trespassed." ”

"Bat King Wei, you think too much, it's important to kill the enemy. Fan Yao came first with a long sword in his hand and pounced on the Tartar soldiers.

The Ming Sect is no longer the Ming Sect he is familiar with, and the Bat King Wei Yixiao is no longer the Wei Yixiao he was once familiar with, and as for today's battle between the Sect Master and the Yin Yang Archmage, it has broken through his perception of battle. Fortunately, although everything was unfamiliar, he didn't feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, he was full of fighting spirit, and he liked the current Mingjiao.

Fan Yao was in good spirits, holding a long sword and rushing into the Tartar soldiers who had already broken their courage like a tiger entering a flock, chopping melons and vegetables for a while, his sword moves were no longer elegant or chic, some were just stabbing and slashing, just to kill quickly.

Zhuang Zheng led Ruijin Qi to follow, and the Tartar soldiers and monks in the courtyard were already frightened by the people of the Ming Sect, looking forward to the stars and the moon to come to the Yin and Yang Archmage, but they didn't expect the Yin and Yang Archmage to be embarrassed like this after it didn't take long for the Yin Yang Archmage to appear, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

At this time, the people in the Ming Sect were even more broken, their legs were weak, and the clever man had already turned around and ran out.

Fan Yao and Zhuang Zheng led Rui Jinqi to kill some and escape. It didn't take long for only his family to be left in the yard. Zhuang Zheng ordered his subordinates to put up sentry posts, arrange defenses to arrange defenses, everything was carried out in an orderly manner, which made Fan Yao's eyes light up, as if he had returned to the big tent of Chahan Temur, the king of Ruyang.

Hou Cheng led his subordinates to quickly form a circle around Zhang Wuji, and Zhang Gong was on guard with arrows.

Wei Yixiao was 120,000 points cautious, and the light exercise method floated to the two of them to observe carefully.

"Ah......" I secretly screamed in my heart, only to see Zhang Wuji's eyes staring at the tiger's face hideous, his mouth almost open to the limit, staring at the Yin Yang Archmage motionlessly. The neck has returned to its usual size, but a layer of skin has obviously fallen off on the neck, and the broken blood vessels are still bubbling with blood, and the broken tendons have shrunk into a ball, and the torn muscles are exposed.

If it weren't for that imperceptible breathing, Wei Yixiao would have almost given Zhang Wuji a death notice. Such an injury would be ten lives lost for ordinary people.

Wei Yixiao forced himself to suppress his excitement, did not alarm others, and observed carefully. Only then did he find that although Zhang Wuji's breathing was so weak that it was imperceptible, his breathing was still rhythmic, and the interval between one breath and one breath was long and the time was the same, which made his hanging heart let go of it a little.

Looking at the Yin Yang Archmage again, I saw that his face was pale and stained with a layer of blood, not much different from a fierce ghost, his mouth was closed, but the slightest trace of blood overflowed uncontrollably. The only thing that has changed on the whole face is the eyes, surprise, helplessness, remorse, and so on.

The golden body of the Yin Yang Archmage was finally broken by Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji's two hands were deeply buckled into his collarbone, and ten wisps of blood slowly overflowed outward along the ten holes.

His sternum had obviously collapsed somewhat, and Zhang Wuji's knee hit had caused him great damage. With this injury, if it were someone else, he would have gone to see Lord Hades a long time ago. Wei Yi smiled and subconsciously pursed his lips, thinking so.