On the border of southern Xinjiang, the desolate and bloody land, this originally dark and fertile soil has already become resentful and full of blood under the blood of countless Southern Xinjiang clans and disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect in the past three years.

Not to mention the cultivation of vegetables and plants in this land in the past hundred years, even on the frontline battle site with a width of about ten meters, the deereye trees that were originally thriving have already mutated at this time, turning into bloodthirsty hell trees covered with spikes and venom.

Some nameless flowers and plants that have finally adapted to this growing environment and grow sparsely are also bright red and black at this time, like demons and ghosts, full of strong aggression.

Zhou Luo, under the leadership of his most satisfying core disciple Gong Taxue, stood on this small city in southern Xinjiang built two and a half years ago, watching the sky-high blood and resentment outside the city, and his eyes were slightly sour.

"Wang Hao, Fang Hailing, Hu Yi, Yang Lei, Zhang Mang, Li Zheng, He Yang, Luo Yan and other eight core disciples died outside the city, under the sudden joint encirclement and attack of the Southern Xinjiang alien race and the Ghost King Sect and other evil masters."

"In addition to the eight of them, there are no less than 10,000 disciples of my Imperial Sword Sect who have died in this territory in the past three years, and the youngest of them is only sixteen, and they have not yet been crowned; The eldest is over fifty years old, but the final result is that he died in battle in this desolate southern land, and blood was sprinkled on it! ”

"And even if this is the case, even if it is the counterattack of countless alien races outside the arena and the five core disciples of my Imperial Sword Riding Wind Pavilion have been killed one after another, we still have not allowed these southern Xinjiang alien races to step into my Central Plains border!"

"Even though the blood of countless fellow disciples has stained southern Xinjiang, my Imperial Sword Chengfeng Pavilion still adheres to the original intention of respecting you, and smashes the demons and aliens in the world, making my Daning country the most stable and healthy era in thousands of years over the years."

Zhou Luo's eyes were slightly red, looking at Gong Taxue, who had lost an arm in the past three years of continuous battles, just a simple white coat, and his eyebrows were full of hard and iron-blooded expression, and he choked in his throat for a while, and he didn't know what to say? What else can be said?

Zhou Luo doesn't need to listen to her report on the achievements she has made in the past three years, just by looking at the progress bar of her task has reached 81%.

And the disciples who have never been carefully and seriously taught have paid a heavy price in the past three years because of the iron laws of the sect that they set up in order to complete the inheritance task.

This can be known even if you only look at the southern border line outside the "Imperial Sword City" that has been soaked in the blood of them and the alien races in southern Xinjiang.

The eight core disciples who died, all of them only got along with themselves for a short period of time, but they didn't expect that goodbye would be such a scene of heaven and earth.

Even Gong Taxue, who had been paying attention to her appearance before, had already given up all her soft and gorgeous dresses when she saw her again after three years, and was just a simple white coat, and her originally slender and beautiful jade arm was also cut off at this time, leaving only the wide sleeves that had been empty swaying gently in the breeze.

But in such a situation, even if Zhou Luo had already seen countless big scenes, at this moment, he still felt that his throat was heavy and he had nothing to say.

After a period of difficult hesitation, Zhou Luo finally simply patted the shoulder of his most satisfied disciple Gong Taxue with his hand, sighed and said nothing.

And Gong Taxue stood on this Imperial Sword City that had been stained with the blood of countless fellow sects at this time, and his heart was also a little gloomy, and he didn't speak for a while.

But the silence between them didn't last long, and soon a strange, cold, ethereal voice that seemed to come from the underworld suddenly came from far away from Edgeworth, and it was getting closer and closer.

Zhou Luo clenched the silver-black long sword in his hand, and a gloomy color suddenly appeared between his originally somewhat sad eyebrows, and the killing aura on his body began to become more and more intense.

Gong Taxue, who was standing upright beside Zhou Luo, looked at Zhou Luo's performance, and couldn't help but say solemnly, "Master, but what's wrong?" ”

Zhou Luo nodded, and did not hide it, and told her directly, "It was the beast god who was sealed by the witch Niang Linglong of that generation two hundred years ago was born, and this person's strength has stood at the top of the world, except for me, I am afraid that there is no opponent in the world." ”

After saying that, he gave Gong Taxue a look to stop and move, and then jumped down from the city, guarding alone in front of the Imperial Sword City with one person and one sword.

Seeing this, Gong Taxue did not hesitate, and immediately waved his hand to release a sword-shaped fireworks in the sky, and began to urgently summon more than 10,000 stationed disciples of assistants in the city.

Several core disciples who were urgently summoned by Gong Taxue to come are seeing >>

After going to the palace on the city tower and stepping on the snow, and Zhou Luo, who was independent of one person and one sword outside the city, he suddenly understood the seriousness of the matter.

Several of them focused their eyes on Gong Taxue, and listened carefully to her narrating the problems discovered by Shizun.

When they knew that the leader of this attack was the beast god who swept the world two hundred years ago and swept the entire southern frontier, they couldn't help but be a little frightened, if it weren't for the posture of Zhou Luo, the master outside the city, who was too gripping with one person and one sword, I am afraid that at this time, they would have already been like a great enemy, ready for the final desperate fight.

Tu Ma Gu looked into the dark depths of the altar, and his voice became a little erratic, and said, "Please tell me that in the Qilitong altar in southern Xinjiang that day, an old man still remembered his request. ”

"It seems that we have dealt them too much in the past three years, so that as soon as the master came out, these alien races in southern Xinjiang would rather bear the consequences of being cleaned up by the beast god first, and directly unseal the seal on the beast god that has been sealed by the witch Niangniang for two hundred years."

A core disciple couldn't help but want to vomit a little about the extremely bold behavior of these foreign races in southern Xinjiang, but seeing this, Gong Taxue didn't speak, but silently clenched the Xueji Divine Sword in his hand, and made all the necessary pre-battle preparations.

At this time, the famous funeral song that was still in the extreme distance was already clearly audible, and even the roars of countless wild beasts mixed with this song could gradually be heard.

Along with this ghostly mourning song and the screaming sound of the wild beast, there is also an endless, Jinge Iron Horse's conquest and killing meaning, during which there is a faint endless ferocious aura brewing inside, which makes people feel frightened.

Soon, in the nearer and closer Netherworld Song and the screams of wild beasts, countless reckless beasts and deformed monsters rushed in, carrying countless billowing dust and smoke, like waves set off by the wind, as if they were about to slap the small southern border city of Edgeworth City into pieces at any time, which was terrifying.

Seeing this, Gong Taxue and the others on the city tower changed their faces slightly, and they all looked at Shizun Jun Wentian, who was independent of the city gate with one person and one sword, intending to get his command.

But Zhou Luo didn't say much, just waved his hand simply, signaling that everything could be arranged by Gong Taxue.

The piercing screams outside Edgeworth City were already roaring like rolling thunder, but the disciples of Edgeworth's Wind Riding Pavilion, who had already established firm confidence in the countless bloody battles in the past three years, were still unmoved.

They just made all the pre-battle preparations under the command of Gong Taxue, and calmly waited for a customary bloody battle with those alien and wild beasts in southern Xinjiang outside the city at any time.

The sky continued to set off a fierce wind, and the clouds in the sky gradually turned into dense thick dark clouds, and in the final rushing sound, the figures of twenty-eight white-bone giant beasts more than ten meters high gradually appeared in the eyes of Gong Taxue and others.

It is the twenty-eight beast god apostles, and the high-end combat power under the beast god seat is transformed from the twenty-eight leaders of the alien races in southern Xinjiang, each of them has a strength comparable to or even surpasses the strength of the three decent elders and the core disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, which is very difficult to deal with.

Among the twenty-eight white-bone giant beasts, the leading one was a huge flying one-horned tiger with a body length of more than sixty or seventy meters and a height of about ten zhang.

Compared with the ordinary southern horned tiger, it is not only ten times larger, but also has three pairs of white bone wings with a wingspan of 100 meters on its back, which looks like it has a unique dark beauty in addition to a hideous sense of horror.

Behind him, there was a white bone giant snake about 100 meters long, and its same owner had to deal with the huge white bone bone wings, and its mouth was densely covered with hundreds of sharp and hideous white bone serrations, and its strength was obviously extraordinary.

In addition to the two leading white bone beasts, the remaining twenty-six white bone beasts also have their own characteristics, and they all have a dark beauty that is suspected of being Gorot's style.

Behind them were hundreds of hideous wild beasts and nearly 50,000 alien races in southern Xinjiang, all of which rolled from afar like a tide in constant screams and shouts, and launched the final decisive battle towards Edgeworth City.

Under such circumstances, Zhou Luo finally moved, and in a thunderbolt that suddenly slashed straight down from the sky, he went up with his sword, and led this divine thunder that fell from the sky to the pile of white bone beasts below, bringing up countless sudden waves of wind and sword qi in midair

In the roaring Gangfeng sword qi, a clear angry shout could be faintly heard

"The sword thundered!"

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