On the north bank of the Yangtze River, there was blood flowing all over the ground, tens of thousands of people fought desperately, the murderous blood went straight into the sky, and there were natural changes, in the dark night, the thunder rolled, and the dark clouds covered the sky.

This wonderful change has made both good and evil feel bad, and it seems that tonight's war between the north and the south, the war between good and evil, something more dangerous is brewing.

When the battle was at its most intense, and the two sides had pressed everything and only sought victory, a lone army of 1,000 people bypassed the front and quietly came to the rear of the northern army camp.

"Rush!"

Lei Shiyin, who was the leader, waved his horsewhip, and the elite of the Heluo Gang, under the leadership of Li Yijian and others, rushed to the rear of the Northern Army camp.

Xiao Tie held the sword, and together with hundreds of elites, he was by Lei Shiyin's side.

The two ends of the northern army were attacked, and this would be the time when the chaos expanded, and this lone army arrived, unexpectedly, and when they entered the camp, the rear of the northern army could not react at all.

And this army is not here to kill.

"Huh"

Li Yijian grabbed the reins of the horse, galloped in the night, picked up a jar, raised his hand and threw it into the tent of the northern military camp, the jar fell to the ground and shattered, and a pungent breath rose from it.

The black liquid that flowed on the ground.

It's fire oil!

The sound of the jars breaking rang out behind the camp, and in a short time, the canisters of fire oil carried by more than a thousand people were thrown into the chaotic camp and the place where the supplies were stored.

Lei Shiyin held the torch and rode on the horse, she wore Bai Xiao on her head, and threw the torch in her hand forward with all her might.

After her, nearly a hundred torches were thrown.

The flames flew and fell to the ground, and the fire oil was ignited everywhere, just like two fire dragons rising into the air, circling the northern army camp tent, burning rapidly, these fire oil was not thrown around.

Lei Shiyin calculated when he set off, according to the current camp, after the camp burns out, the fire will expand rapidly, engulfing all the breakthrough routes of the Northern Army from the rear.

And being ignited in the rear will also make the northern army fighting with the southern army in front completely lose its fighting spirit.

She is here to avenge the monk Lei Ye Lang.

The Northern Dynasty and the Demon Sect killed their relatives and elders, how could they make them feel better!

The fire was raging, and it was the south wind tonight, and the wind helped the fire, but after the pillar incense, the rear of the northern army camp was already in flames.

The light shone on Lei Shiyin's face, and the face with charm was full of calm.

She knows.

You will usher in the biggest magic obstacle of your life.

She knows that.

That's what she's here for.

After the death of her father and uncle, she was no longer afraid.

She had thought through and filtered all the details through her mind, and she had to make some choices tonight, not just for herself, not just for hatred, not just for the battle between good and evil.

The people around her have paid too much for themselves.

Now, it's her turn to protect those in crisis.

"There are people there! There are people in the fire! ”

The sharp-eyed Yi Sheng shouted, and the people who had evacuated from the fire looked forward, and in the raging fire, there were indeed people, and a group of people were coming out of the swaying flames.

At the head is Yang Tao, who is wearing a white robe and holding the Falling Moon Qin.

Behind him, two Flame Protectors, holding the golden thousand-year-old flame, on the bronze lamp, there was no lamp oil, but the flame burned very steadily, and the flame was deflected.

It was as if there was some kind of force pulling it, and the direction in which the flame was deflected was the direction where Lei Shiyin was.

This group of people walked out of the raging fire, the thousand-year-old flame in front of them, and the bursting flames did not hurt them in the slightest, and the light of those fires even swirled and twisted.

It's like arches that make way for the pedestrian.

It's magical.

Some of the gang members couldn't help but wipe their eyes, feeling as if they were in a dream.

"The Holy Maiden has seen the flame, why don't you dismount to greet her?"

Yang Tao didn't pay attention to the thousands of people scattered in front of him, his fingers were on the Falling Moon Qin, and there seemed to be only Lei Shiyin in his eyes, and the Holy Flame Palm Sect's heart was full of joy.

He went through a lot of hardships to finally find the Flame Seed.

The millennial flame will not be extinguished.

The Holy Fire Cult will continue to exist and continue until the light finally triumphs over evil, until the light world finally comes, and the Holy Fire Realm will finally open the door for their loyal believers.

"Don't think about coming!"

The arrival of the Tianbang in front of him was indeed beyond everyone's expectations, Xiao Tie jumped off the horse, lifted the heavy sword, and protected Shiyin, although it was the Demon Dao of the Tianbang in front of him, he was not afraid.

The Heluo gang also wanted to come forward to fight, but when the thousand people started, they suddenly heard the sound of gold and stone.

The voice was not sharp, even with a hint of tactfulness, and when it entered the human ear, it seemed to bring all kinds of illusions, and everything in front of them was no longer real.

The flames that burned around him, at this moment, seemed to turn into a monstrous sea of fire in the eyes of everyone, rushing down from the sky and wiping out everything and everything.

Not an illusion.

It's true.

Yang Tao's fingers hooked on the Falling Moon Qin, and the flames that were ignited around him seemed to be gathered by an invisible hand, held into the air, and sprinkled in the ocean, turning into a meteor full of flames, and rushing towards everyone in front of him.

Yang Tao was not worried about hurting the saint.

Whoever is a saint and controls the flames, although she does not touch the holy fire, there are no miracles, but all the fires do not hurt.

This sea of fire will burn all those who stand in its way.

But the saint will only be reborn in the fire.

"Wow"

The flames poured down from the sky, illuminating everyone's faces and eyes, and they looked at the sea of fire falling overhead, and how could they resist the tide of flames with their swords and guns in their hands?

"Bang"

Xiao Tie danced and slashed at the fire in front of him, just like when he was young, splitting the tide of the sea, tearing apart the sea of fire that smashed over.

"Zheng"

There was another sound of strings, and the scorching force slammed into Xiao Tie's body.

In Lei Shiyin's exclamation, he was swept up and thrown into the fire.

"Yes, at a young age, you have such martial arts."

Yang Tao let go of the strings and said to Lei Shiyin:

"He's the 'little iron'? The saint really has a good eye! Come with me, ten years later, the old man will allow you to marry this young man, okay? ”

Lei Shiyin didn't answer, but at the moment when Xiao Tie was knocked away, the situation in front of everyone's eyes changed.

The purple light rushed into the night, and a sword broke through the sky from a thousand people, and Tai'a sword qi extended on the blade, breaking through the air, like a heavy hammer sweeping, crushing all the firelight in the sky set off by Yang Tao.

With the next sword, it stabbed towards Yang Tao himself.

This wisp of Tai'a sword qi, compared with Suzhou, is a little less reckless, but it is more delicate and concentrated.

The light of the sword pierced the night, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Wearing the black coat of the Heluo Gang, his hair was scattered, and the hidden shadow was here, and Huang Wumiao, who had done the ambush, was like a swimming dragon, sweeping over the little fires falling from the sky, holding his sword upward, and moving forward.

His long black and white hair fluttered in the scorching wind, and all his mind and energy were focused on this sword.

Everywhere he went, the earth, the fire, the tent, and the night were cut by the sword qi that swept vertically and horizontally, and the dust on the ground flew everywhere, and the sharp sword marks, and the energy around the piercing yang peach flew away.

The Holy Flame Sect's eyes froze, and it was too late to pluck the Falling Moon Qin in his hand, he threw the Baoqin behind him, and his hand dodged the bronze lamp, and a wisp of golden holy fire burst open, wrapping around Yang Tao's body.

The golden flame above the lamp was immediately reduced by more than half.

It was as if the flame was about to go out, and only the last bit of fire remained.

"Open!"

The old man of Peach Blossom took a step forward, blessed by the holy fire, and slapped a palm at the Tai'a sword in front of him.

The Holy Flame is brilliant, and the golden giant palm carries endless high temperatures, and under the full operation of the Yang Yan Holy Fire Gong, such as the scene of the battle between the two in Suzhou, it is repeated again.

The Great Light Palm slammed in front of him, shattering the purple Tai'a sword qi, inexhaustible, and added all the remaining strength to Huang Wumiao's body, and the huge force surged, strangling the Ziwei Daoist who was assassinated with a sword in place, and could not advance an inch.

Between the golden flames flying, the two looked at each other.

Yang Tao's eyes were solemn and disgusting.

Huang Wumiao's eyes were calm, and he was not disappointed at all because of his assassination failure.

Because...

He, like Lei Shiyin, is just a bait to attract attention.

He wasn't the one who really did the assassination!

"Buzz, buzz"

The sound of breaking the wind, the gold and silver double rings swept through the flames, and the northern army camp that burned behind itself shot fiercely, and the five or nine juzi galloped like the wind, swept over the flames, and manipulated the Qiankun with both hands, just like a floating cannon attack.

With a thousand great powers, Yang Huan swept past the Holy Fire Protector and hit Yang Tao's heart.

Breaking through the Yang Yan Holy Fire's domineering qi shield with one blow, the silver yin ring followed closely behind, just like an assassination punch from a juzi, slamming into Yang Tao's back heart.

"Poof"

The old man peach blossom overflowed with blood stains in his mouth, and the lamp in his hand also came out of his hand, and was pushed by the true qi and flew into the night, falling into the flames burning behind him.

The flame fell into the mortal fire, doubling the burning sea of fire in an instant.

In this life, he was hit by the full force of the Heavenly Bang, and there was a special magnetic field that interfered with the operation of the true qi, and it was impossible to say that he would not be injured.

But the peach can't be returned!

The Tai'a Sword in front of him was only less than five inches away from the door in front of him, and once he collected the holy fire to defend against the enemy, he was afraid that he would be stabbed through by this mighty long sword.

With a single blow from behind him, the double ring was retracted, and it circled around the body twice, forcing the forced Flame Protector to retreat.

"Huh"

The bladeless ink sword jumped into the palm of his hand, and the black long sleeves swayed, and as soon as the giant shot, it was a non-attacking ink sword.

The light and agile Mo family's true qi gathered on the blade of the sword and stabbed out towards Yang Tao's neck, and the two surrounded and killed, and the old man of Peach Blossom seemed to be about to fall on the spot in the next moment.

"Alas"

Yang Tao sighed.

With the holy fire all over his body, he let go of the restraint on Huang Wumiao, turned around and punched the Juzi ink sword, the temperature of the golden flame wrapped around the fist was so high that the ink sword melted at the moment of contact.

It's like the scene of fine iron being beaten and melted in a forge.

But he turned around to block the blow of Juzi, and the door opened wide behind him, a trace of doubt flashed in Huang Wumiao's eyes, but there was no flaw in the sword move in his hand, and in the sound of the sword, Tai'a Sword cut through the scorching air and pierced into the back of Yang Tao's heart.

The blade of the sword entered the body, and the flesh and blood were opened, without the slightest obstacle, and it pierced from the back of the heart and pierced from the front chest, just like a snow-white sword blade grew out of the chest of Yang Tao.

The old man's face was shocked, and pain appeared in his eyes.

But he still threw his fist forward, and unleashed a burst of fire punch to force Juzi back.

"Poof"

Tai'a sword was pulled out, bringing up the scorching blood flower, and Huang Wu's sword swing was swung up, wanting to behead the seriously injured Yang Tao with a sword.

It's just that as soon as the long sword was raised, Huang Wumiao's eyes widened.

The wound pierced by the Tai'a sword, pierced into the heart, the wound that cut the blood, is healing!

The holy flame burned on the wound, like molten iron melting and healing, and at the same time as the flesh and blood were scorched, this fatal penetrating wound was also healed, in Yang Tao's chest, in the heart.

Through the skin, Ziwei Dao people could see that a golden flame was burning in his heart.

"Bang"

The assassinated Tai'a Sword turned to the defensive in the next moment, and received a big light palm from Yang Tao head-on.

When the sparks burst out, Huang Wumiao was also beaten back a few steps like Juzi.

This instantaneous ambush attack made the surrounding people, as if watching the gods fight, and everyone clearly saw that Tai'a Sword pierced Yang Tao's heart.

But in the firelight, the old man looked like an immortal.

"This is a secret that only the previous generations of masters and Zhang Moxie know."

Yang Tao reached out and took the Falling Moon Qin back into his hand.

He looked at Huang Wumiao, who was silent, and said:

"The flame will not be extinguished, and the master will not die! The number of lives is gratuitous, but in addition to the number of lives, the old man who used a wisp of holy fire will not die under the sword you are waiting for tonight. ”

His eyes became brighter and brighter, bypassing Huang Wumiao, and landed on Lei Shiyin, who was retreating behind him and had a pale face.

Yang Tao's old face also showed a strange smile.

He said:

"The flame is the most precious thing in the world, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! As long as the Holy Maiden returns to the Holy Volcano, everything will be fine.

If you want to welcome back the saint, you have to pass the two of you? ”

Yang Tao pursed her lips, and her fingers that were burning with fire light were gently placed on the Falling Moon Qin, and the golden flames spread out like water, wrapping around each string, as if the Falling Moon Guqin was also ignited.

"Come on!"

The peach ripples the strings, and the flame is haunted, illuminating the night, and he says:

"Come on, stop the old man, and...

Die at the hands of the old man! ”

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"You three! Desperately want to protect the big dragon head! Take her away! ”

The three heavenly rankings are fighting to the death in the rear, the sea of fire is monstrous, and the movement is so devastating, as long as you are not crazy, you know that this will be as far away from this place as possible.

Lang Mutou took the Heluo elite, looking at the Holy Fire Sect and the Northern Dynasty Army chasing behind him, he said a word to Li Yijian and the three of them, and threw Lei Shiyin in his arms to them.

After speaking, he reflexively led the gang to cover up and kill the past.

Li Yijian's three people, with a hundred people, escorted Lei Shiyin to evacuate, Lei Shiyin's bait mission has been completed, Yang Tao has been lured away, it will not interfere with the frontal battle, and it is time to withdraw.

It's just, how can it be so easy?

"Where is the Holy Maiden going?"

In the dark night in front of him, Zhang Chu was sitting on a corpse with a knife, and behind him, the Seven Absolute Elites had already dispersed, blocking all the roads that Lei Shiyin had left.

"Last time I let Miss Yaoqin go, it made Uncle Yang angry, I can't let you go this time."

Zhang Chu stood up.

In the heterochromatic pupils, there was a chill reflected, he raised the knife casually, and there was a knife intent blade quietly born, and then swung the knife forward, rolled upside down, swept ten zhang in front of him, and chopped more than a dozen gangs and horses into minced meat.

"Please return to the Holy Volcano."

Zhang Chu pointed to the people who were protecting Lei Shiyin and said:

"If you promise, I will not kill them!"

"Zhang Chu! Don't kill anyone tonight! ”

The ghost shadow is forested, the illusion is invisible, and Zhang Lan, who is holding a folding fan, swept into this confrontation from the other side in the chic footwork of the leisurely tour, and his white clothes were stained with a little blood, like plum blossoms.

The folding fan in his hand was closed, flying between his fingers, and he was holding a few heads in his hands, which were the heads of the Seven Absolute Elders who commanded the Demon Soldiers of the Seven Peerless Sect to fight with decency in the chaotic army.

"Uncle Beihan isn't here tonight."

Zhang Lan threw those heads at Zhang Chu's feet, he waved his hand at the people behind him, touched the emerald ring on his finger, and said to Zhang Chu:

"No one can stop me from beating you!"

"Brother, you are really promising, it is like being reborn, if my father can see it, how happy he should be!"

When Zhang Chu saw Zhang Lan appear, a touch of appreciation appeared in his eyes.

He also waved his finger, and the elite of the Seven Peerless Sects behind him chased after the Holy Maiden Lei Shiyin, raised the knife, and said to Zhang Lan:

"Come back, brother, now you are qualified to conspire with me! You've never been like decent people, and you don't want to fit in.

Come back, brothers, what is not clear.

After all, the Seven Peerless Gates are your home! ”

"Wrong!"

Zhang Lan held a folding fan in one hand, twisted his fingers in the other, the sharp sound of the wind wrapped around his fingers, and a ghost appeared behind him.

He was serious and said to Zhang Chu:

"After my father left, I didn't have a home.

Now I've found myself a new home, 10,000 times better than yours! ”