Within the secret land, the disciples of Falling Snow City, who had just arrived in the area where the three-story attic was located, naturally noticed the battle between Qingcheng and Guiyi City here.

Among the ten martial artists in Falling Snow City, the first woman in white with a light veil and a masked face heard Liu Yiyi's words, and couldn't help but glance at the battle between Ji Hao and Lei Ao.

Seeing the red glow on Ji Hao's arms, the woman in white understood that this was probably the disciple of Qingyang Palace, but to the surprise of the woman in white, Ji Hao actually suppressed the Reclamation Realm martial artist who had returned to the city by moving mountains and had no power to fight back.

"Yan Ruxue, don't look at it, Lei Ao handed it over to Ji Gongzi, you go and stop the disciple holding the half-spirit weapon in Guiyi City, my Qingcheng martial artist can't stop it." ”

Not far from the disciples of Falling Snow City, Liu Yiyi, who was fighting with Zhou Zheng, saw that the woman in white was still observing Ji Hao's battle, and the anxious look in Liu's eyes flashed, but she hurriedly shouted.

Hearing this, Yan Ruxue, who was masked with a light veil, was even more shocked in her heart, as the southernmost city of Qingyang Palace, the martial artists of Falling Snow City, who had been dealing with Zhenglei Gate all year round, naturally understood what the surname Lei meant to Zhenglei Gate.

Seeing that Ji Hao had actually crossed the realm and suppressed a disciple of the Zhenglei Sect, Yan Ruxue's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but gasp. Immediately afterwards, Ji Ruxue turned her head and smiled apologetically at Liu Yiyi, and a silver-white long sword in her hand was unsheathed, and she galloped towards the place where Qingcheng and the rest of the martial artists of Guiyi City were fighting.

Qingcheng and Luoxue City are both under the jurisdiction of Qingyang Palace, and they naturally intersect in the battle between the Eastern Regions and Zhenglei Gate, and as Yan Ruxue took out his sword, the rest of the disciples of Luoxue City behind him also made moves and rushed towards the Qingcheng warriors.

On the side of Guiyi City, the martial artist of the Guiyi City Reclamation Realm, who was holding a half-spirit weapon broadsword, saw this, and the look of chagrin in his eyes flashed, and he had no choice but to let go of the Qingcheng warrior who had been completely suppressed by him in front of him, and instead raised his sword to kill Yan Ruxue, and the juniors of Guiyi City, who had been fighting with Luoxue City for several years, naturally understood that the leader of the juniors in the first city like Yan Ruxue, his strength had far exceeded that of the ordinary reclamation realm.

Although the strength of Luoxue City is significantly inferior to that of Qingcheng and Guiyi City, and there are only five Reclamation Realm martial artists out of ten, for the battle between Qingcheng and Guiyi City, the addition of five Reclamation Realm and five Mountain Moving Realms is enough to determine the trend of the entire battle.

After Yan Ruxue faintly suppressed the strongest people in Guiyi City except for Zhou Zheng with her half-spirit weapon long sword, the remaining seven Guiyi City martial artists were surrounded by sixteen people in Qingcheng and Luoxue City, and the range of movement had been continuously encroached, and as the encirclement continued to shrink, everyone here understood that this battle of life and death was about to come to an end.

In front of the three-story attic, Zhou Zheng saw that the warriors of Guiyi City were completely surrounded, and he couldn't help but tear his eyes, and glanced at Lei Ao who was fighting with Ji Hao with resentment, as if he was annoyed that the disciples of the Lei Sect were so wasteful, and the cultivation of the reclamation realm could not defeat Ji Hao's mountain realm.

As far as Zhou Zheng could see, the Luan Sword in Ji Hao's hand was still slashing in the air, but as Lei Ao adjusted the flow of his breath, Ji Hao's slash wrapped in the blessing of burning blood could not achieve the initial results, and every time the blade and the body of the spear met, the trembling amplitude of Lei Ao's spear would be significantly smaller, and the retreat step had already stopped.

Ji Hao, who was holding the Liluan Sword in his hand, was flushed, and after several slashes in succession, the continuous explosion of blood and qi was close to the limit. Ji Hao also understood that he still underestimated the disciples of the Zhenglei Sect who were as famous as the Qingyang Palace, Lei Ao's physical background was very good, and the sword advantage of seizing the lead at the beginning was about to disappear, and at that time, Ji Hao could no longer suppress Lei Ao, and the battle between the two was probably Lei Ao's final victory.

It's just that Lei Ao's background is not bad, and it will take some time to get rid of Ji Hao's suppression. Ji Hao's eyes swept over the battle of the remaining three city warriors, with the addition of Falling Snow City, the defeat of Guiyi City was inevitable, as long as he could hold out until the Qingcheng warriors won first, no matter how strong Lei Ao was, could he still deal with the people of the entire two cities?

Thinking of this, Ji Hao didn't care about calming down his qi and blood, in the last time of the Ji family's secret technique, the sword roared from Qingyue again in the air from Luan's sword, and Ji Hao made it clear that he would do his best to suppress Lei Ao for the last period of time, and not give him a chance to help the martial artists of Guiyi City.

In front of Ji Hao, Lei Ao felt that the already declining energy on the spear was strong again, and a trace of coldness flashed unnaturally in his eyes. What Ji Hao could think of, how could Lei Ao, who had already reclaimed the sea realm, not think that seeing that the warriors of Guiyi City were almost defeated, Lei Ao gritted his teeth unwillingly, but suddenly raised his head and said to Ji Hao.

"Ji Hao, Falling Snow City rushed to the aid so quickly, I did lose the battle today, but you and I are fighting hard, even if you can eat all the martial artists in Guiyi City, under the desperate counterattack of Guiyi City, Qingcheng and Falling Snow City will inevitably lose their strength, are you willing to see the martial artists of the two cities suffer heavy casualties when they first enter the secret place?"

Lei Ao's words fell, although Ji Hao did not stop shooting, his eyes unconsciously swept the battlefield of the Qingcheng warriors and the Guiyi City warriors. The battle of the secret land, indeed, is as Lei Ao said, even if the victory of Qingcheng and Falling Snow City is decided, but under the counterattack of ten Reclamation Realm warriors in Guiyi City, Qingcheng and Falling Snow City will inevitably not be intact.

In the final analysis, although Ji Hao is a member of the Ji family, he is not from the mountain master clan, but he does not have the hatred and hatred that Qingyang Hall has for Zhengleimen, thinking of the tragic result of the death battle between the two sides, Ji Hao really hesitated a little in his heart.

"Ji Hao, as long as you order to stop, I, Lei Ao, promise that the martial artists of Guiyi City within the secret land will never attack any of the martial artists of Qingcheng and Luoxue City again, and you and I will stop fighting and make every effort to find an opportunity. But if you are willing to continue fighting, the martial artists of Guiyi City will naturally accompany you, but could it be that the Qingyang Palace really ordered the disciples under its jurisdiction not to die, and let them die in the battle between you and me?"

Sensing the change in Ji Hao's complexion, Lei Ao was overjoyed, but he held the spear horizontally to block Ji Hao's slash again, and roared loudly.

When Lei Ao's words fell, Ji Hao's complexion changed even more, and Lei Ao deliberately shouted these words, obviously to shake the hearts of the Qingcheng warriors and the Luoxue City warriors to the death. But at this moment, Ji Hao had nothing to say, after all, his true identity was not from Qingyang Palace, and he was not qualified to let the disciples under the Qingyang Palace die for him.

As Lei Ao's voice came out, everyone in Qingcheng and Luoxue City who were moving towards Guiyi City were stunned. Martial artists embark on the road of cultivating martial arts, and they have indeed seen life and death far more thoroughly than ordinary people, but when life and death are on the line, everyone chooses to hesitate, after all, once the warriors of Guiyi City are dying and counterattacking, the warriors of the reclamation realm still have room for maneuver, but those who move the mountain realm are really likely to die with them.

No one wants to die, especially for Ji Hao, a disciple of Qingyang Hall who everyone didn't know at first. Although Qingcheng and Luoxue City are both under the jurisdiction of the Qingyang Palace, the name of just one Qingyang Palace is not enough to make the pride of the heavens of the two major cities die generously. Because of this, for a while, the speed of the martial artists of the two cities to encircle and suppress Guiyi City inevitably slowed down a lot.

Seeing that the pace of the attack of the Qingcheng warriors and the Falling Snow City warriors slowed down, Lei Ao, who had been suppressed by Ji Hao, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and noticed that Ji Hao's sword was already a little weak, Lei Ao smiled, but he was not in a hurry to counterattack, but his eyes swept over the wide stone path behind Ji Hao from time to time, and his face was gloomy.

"Falling Snow City Warrior, take action! Falling Snow City and Guiyi City have been at war for so many years, and there has never been a person who is afraid of battle, today you are afraid to shrink, are you not afraid of disgrace to your ancestors!"

In the secret place, Yan Ruxue, who was masked with a light veil, sensed the cowardice of the warriors of Falling Snow City and Qingcheng, and glanced at Ji Hao with a complicated expression, but shouted at the warriors of Falling Snow City with an angry face.

As the southernmost city of Qingyang Palace, there was naturally friction between Falling Snow City and Guiyi City in the early years, but these young cities were powerful, which attracted the sight of Guiyi City, which made Falling Snow City recuperate, but it was only a few years of stability, and the warriors of Falling Snow City lost the heart to fight to the death, which undoubtedly made Yan Ruxue quite dissatisfied.

In the Eastern Regions, the rivalry between the Qingyang Hall and the Zhenglei Gate has lasted for hundreds of years, and the two major forces have been fighting to the death for hundreds of years, and the land south of Falling Snow City does not know how many dead souls of the two major forces have withered bones. But today, the warriors of Falling Snow City have lost their fighting spirit because of several years of stability, and the warriors of Qingcheng have no intention of fighting to the death because of the battle with Guiyi City for a short time, and the battle between the two sides has gradually stabilized because of Lei Ao's words, which is undoubtedly a silent blow to the Qingyang Palace.

As Yan Ruxue's words fell, the eyes of the warriors in Falling Snow City flashed, and they were a little ashamed when they looked at each other. Since the establishment of Falling Snow City, it has been fighting endlessly with Zhenglei Gate, and the grudge between the two sides has long been incompatible since the ancestors, but because of the stability of these years, the younger generation of Falling Snow City has put the blood of their ancestors behind them, and they are all cowering when they meet the enemy.

On the other side, Ji Hao saw that the warriors of Falling Snow City had rekindled their fighting spirit, and even the warriors of Qingcheng began to kill the enemy with all their might, and he was also relieved in his heart. Feeling the continuous decline of blood and qi in his body, Ji Hao's eyes flashed, and he just wanted to buy the last bit of time for the martial artists of the two cities, but suddenly saw Lei Ao looking behind him.

Sensing the indifference on Lei Ao's face, it seemed that he didn't care about the life and death of the martial artists of Guiyi City, Ji Hao's heart sank, but he pretended to glance behind him unintentionally when he took out the sword. The six-foot stone road was reflected in his eyes, and Ji Hao frowned, but he suddenly remembered something. Adding the time of the third fluctuation of the canopy and the time when the martial artists of Falling Snow City arrived at this time, Ji Hao was shocked in his heart, but he hurriedly drew his sword and retreated, shouting at the martial artists of Falling Snow City and Qingcheng.

"Qingcheng and Falling Snow City warriors retreat, all come here!"

The three-story attic area was far away from the side of the stone road, and as soon as Ji Hao's words fell, the martial artists of Falling Snow City and Qingcheng who had just ignited their will to die frowned when they heard this, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Ji Hao, who had already stopped fighting. Yan Ruxue, who was masked with a light veil, also changed her complexion, but seeing the solemnity on Ji Hao's complexion, Yan Ruxue still took a deep breath and ordered the martial artist of Falling Snow City.

"The warriors of Falling Snow City listen to Ji Gongzi's order and retreat!"

"Qingcheng warriors listen to the order and retreat!"

Yan Ruxue's voice just fell, and Liu Yiyi also shouted. Immediately afterwards, Liu Yiyi and Yan Ruxue also forcibly repelled Zhou Zheng and the others and rushed towards Ji Hao's side.

As everyone from the two forces gathered, Yan Ruxue and Liu Yiyi couldn't help but glance at the injured warriors of Guiyi City, and then cast an inquiring glance at Ji Hao, as if wondering why Ji Hao didn't delay for a while and completely killed the people in Guiyi City.

At this time, Ji Hao was holding the Xuantie long sword in his hand, and his eyes were staring at the six-foot stone path next to the attic area, until a series of small footsteps came, Ji Hao exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and his face was solemn.