The two of them stood beside Ye Ling, with a strong fighting spirit and unyielding faith, and that demeanor shocked Ye Ling's heart for a while.

In essence, after solving Chai Lingqing's danger, there was no need for either Wen Ke or Murong Tianji to continue fighting, but they had a greater desire in their hearts to protect something.

Murong Tianji is a soldier with a glorious identity and a difficult mission, and the concept throughout his life is protection, which is the blood and pride in his bones, as long as he still has a breath, it is impossible to let the potential danger continue, so he is not afraid of death.

Wen Ke may not have such a great mission and sense of honor, she just wants to do what she wants to do, it's as simple as that.

No matter whether things are difficult or simple, easy or dangerous, what you want to do in your heart and think it is worth doing, then you should not be afraid of wind and rain, and gamble everything you have to fight, which is the motivation of Wenke's battle.

Ye Jue stood between the two, and seemed to be infected by this surging breath of blood, and his eyes became more and more determined.

This kind of change is invisible, and there is no need to explain too much in words, Zhang Fulin on the other side has already felt this fighting spirit, although he has expected it in his heart, but he still feels regretful, do you have to force yourself to do that kind of cruel behavior?

"Now that you've decided, it's useless for me to say anything, the last word...... I hope you don't die. ”

This sentence may be Zhang Fulin's inner struggle, but when he heard it in the ears of Ye Jue and the others, he felt extremely harsh, Wen Ke snorted heavily, and the holy sword shone brightly, and said: "The victory or defeat has not yet been decided, don't underestimate us too much, let me see if it is the holy sword that shines brightly...... Or the magic sword black clouds cover the sky. ”

Kill!

The air shook, the wind was fast, Wen Ke suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front, the fire light became more and more intense, and the sound of the sword was crisp and high, this was the power of the strongest brave, even Zhang Fulin could not ignore it.

The sword blades staggered, and the piercing friction sound splashed out a little firelight, and in it, the invisible sword qi was like a heavy rain, dense and turbulent, as if it was about to drown Wen Ke.

Wen Ke's eyes condensed slightly, and his body half-bowed while charging forward again, his speed skyrocketed, and he rushed towards the sharp sword qi with the holy sword, and the fire of the sword body continued to split and overflow, crashing into the surrounding air, successfully creating a safe passage for Wen Ke.

Circling behind Zhang Fulin, Wen Ke didn't waste the slightest strength, his arms went down, and a round arc of light swept out.

Boom!

Zhang Fulin twisted his backhand, the magic sword blocked the attack, both swords were trembling, and followed closely, only to see Zhang Fulin turn around, his left hand clenched into a fist, and smashed towards Wen Ke with great force.

Wen Ke didn't dodge or dodge, he also clenched his fists and swung forward, and the white and small fists burst out with fierce red flames, looking unstoppable.

The two fists collided, no one took half a step back, Zhang Fulin's body was filled with brilliance, and even if the holy flame spread, he couldn't hurt half a point, Wen Ke was obviously a little dissatisfied with this situation, and moved the holy sword dexterously, the sword body moved upward, avoiding the entanglement of the magic sword, and then stabbed Zhang Fulin in the chest at a very tricky angle.

This is the gap between the two in swordsmanship, Zhang Fulin has never figured out how to use the magic sword, nor does he have the intimacy of the heart, so he can't use it easily.

Just when Zhang Fulin wanted to parry, there was a howling wind behind him, and there was also a great lightning, Murong Tianji clenched the long sword and hit it straight, one person and one sword were like bright meteors, unable to stop, and about to destroy all the obstacles on the road.

Attacking back and forth, Zhang Fulin's situation suddenly became extremely dangerous, but his expression was still calm and calm.

"How much power do you have left to squander?"

Zhang Fulin opened his hand lightly, the magic sword flew upward, the crescent-shaped mark on the strange sword body became holy and pure, and a distant beam of light connected the bright moon in the night sky with this extremely fierce magic sword.

The next moment, this beam of light burst open, and a dazzling light filled all corners of this space, and when this light dissipated, countless magic swords were suspended in the sky.

1,000 handles, 2,000 handles...... No one knows exactly how many magic swords there are here.

The surface of all magic swords showed a silver-white moonlight light, covering the sky and the sun in an endless way, like a sky composed of moonlight and sharp swords, brilliant and unsightly, the sharp sword qi became a part of the air, and the piercing sharpness could be felt between breaths.

Such a scene forced Murong Tianji and Wen Ke's attack to stop, not that they wanted to stop, but at this time, Zhang Fulin's side was the most dangerous place, it seemed to be blank, in fact, the sword qi there had formed an impermeable protective cover, there was not the slightest loophole at all, and if they dared to approach, they would have to face the result of ten thousand swords piercing their hearts.

Looking up at the endless sword in the sky, the power made people feel terrifying, and even a little difficult to breathe.

Cha!

I didn't see Zhang Fulin make the slightest move, all the magic swords swung in unison, suspended straight in the sky, the black and sharp sword tips were aimed below, and a trace of cold light condensed and emerged, like stars, beautiful and dangerous.

If these magic swords all rush downward, no one can dodge, this is a downpour, and this is about to wash this place full of murderous intent.

Murong Tianji stared at the group of swords above, his eyes were already determined to die, just now he relied on Ye Jue's ability to barely recover a few strengths, and his injuries were alleviated, but after all, he couldn't compare with the heyday, in the face of the overwhelming sword qi, he even felt that he might turn into ashes.

However, this did not make him feel afraid, when a person is not even afraid of death, he can burst out with strength beyond the usual.

"I admit that your combined strength is enough to threaten me, but your current state has no possibility of defeating me, a dying body, a lack of energy, and I still retain eighty percent of my strength, knowing that I can't do anything to retreat in time, this is not cowardice, but reason."

Zhang Fulin looked at Wen Ke and said softly, he only wanted the heart of the demon king, and he didn't want to kill.

It's a pity that he ran into two stubborn people who didn't hit the south wall and didn't look back, Wen Ke stretched out his finger and pointed it at the center of his eyebrows, with a slight force, a small wound appeared, and a drop of blood that was different flowed from it.

Dazzling gold, this drop of blood showed a holy golden light, containing a strong spiritual aura, just such a drop of blood, Wen Ke's body was much weaker, and he looked extremely haggard.

Guiding the hand through this meaningful drop of golden blood, Wen Ke smeared it on the body of the sword, and this incomparably small drop of blood seemed to have spirituality, naturally spreading and moving, infecting the rose flower on the sword's body.

Soon, the rose flower was plated with a rich brilliance and bloomed with a divine aura.

Wen Ke gasped heavily, in order to stop Zhang Fulin's attack, she had completely let go, staring at the magic sword above, and then raised the holy sword in her hand high, and the rose flower containing divinity floated out, blooming with bright fire.

In an instant, about three feet above Wen Ke's head, the warm light of the fire spread and spread, becoming a clear dividing line, dividing the space in two.

Above the sky is the infinite sword array laid by Zhang Fulin, and below is the rolling fire clouds condensed by Wen Ke, and the auspicious and holy clouds are tumbling, galloping, crowding this place, and soon, among these fire clouds, roses emerge one after another.

The thorny rhizomes are hidden in a thick sea of clouds, and on the clouds there are only those beautiful, brightly colored round flowers.

Swords and flowers!

The sky made of swords, the earth made of clouds and flowers, this space has become a dream in a fairy tale, and under this dream, Wen Ke, Zhang Fulin, and Murong Tianji are standing there, watching the fire clouds roll, watching the flowers bloom, and watching the sword fight.

Zhang Fulin looked at Wen Ke and shook his head indifferently, he didn't think that the sea of clouds created by Wen Ke could block his sword rain, but it still needed to be verified.

Compared with the calmness of these two people, it is difficult for the people below to be calm, especially the two girls, Xiao Eri and Qi Shuyu.

I'm afraid no one has ever seen such a scene, even in the movie, and there is such a clear and obvious pressure, piercing sword qi, and warm flames, it is impossible not to make people's hearts sway.

The two little girls held hands excitedly, their little faces flushed, they didn't feel the danger at all, and they were very much looking forward to the next collision.

"Shuyu, look, there's a knife falling from the sky-"

With a shout from Xiao Eri, everyone looked up in unison, through the hazy sea of clouds, they could indeed see the majestic rain falling suddenly, and the straight sword qi rushed first, like a bead curtain shaking, crisp and pleasant.

The sea of clouds below did not react, quietly waiting for all the sword light to rush in front of him.

It was at this moment that the heavens and the earth collided.

The firelight enveloped the silvery moonlight, which pierced the clouds and shattered the beautiful flowers, and as the petals fell in the wind, the hard blade of the sword gradually disintegrated.

The murderous sword and the beauty flower dissipate together, and it is a terrifying but beautiful duel that makes people stop and watch and ignore the dangers.

I don't know how long it lasted, this rich sea of clouds finally became thinner, the clouds were faint, the flowers withered, and through the gaps in it, you could look upward, the dense sword rain no longer existed, and only a few magic swords full of cracks were still barely supported.

After another two minutes, the sea of clouds completely dissipated, and the dazzling red light was annihilated in the air, and there was no more violent sword qi here, and calm was restored.

In the vast night sky, a fiery red rose flower floats and rotates, the fragrance of flowers overflows, and on the opposite side of it, a sharp long sword lies quietly, this is the last sword and flower, and they do not continue to fight, perhaps because they cherish each other.

Wen Ke took back the holy sword with difficulty, although he paid a great price, but he finally stopped Zhang Fulin's attack.

And Zhang Fulin stretched out his hand to recall the magic sword, his expression was extremely complicated, but he quickly became firm again, and said: "You blocked it this time, but you can't next time, so the heart of the demon king-"

"The heart of the demon king, we have to decide!"