In the far eastern battlefield, the strong and gloomy afterglow of the sunset smeared on the broken head of Xiushui City like blood, reflecting the stumps and broken flesh all over the ground, and the broken swords and halberds.

A huge long knife stuck in the snow outside the city gate, the light of the blade was still there, but the person holding the knife was gone.

It was still dusk, the sun had not yet completely sunk to the horizon, and there was still a thin and dim light overhead.

However, in the eyes of the monks of the Silk City garrison, the heavens and the earth have lost their light.

As far as the eye can see, it is snowy, and everywhere in sight, except for snow, is blood.

It was as if there was nothing complete in this land, and everything was destroyed and shattered under the terrifying demon tide attack.

Even the huge stone statue at the head of Xiushui City, which resembles a fierce tiger and has horns on its head, like an ancient fierce beast roaring in the sky, is also shattered at this moment, and the original shape is not distinguished.

What's more, the big array and city walls of Xiushui City are even more devastated and devastated.

At this moment, after Lan Xin wiped the bloodstains from her sword, she leaned against the city wall, looking indescribably haggard and tired.

She lowered her head and looked at the long sword with a dim spiritual light, and even the sword intent mist had dissipated most of it, and she was a little stunned.

This is already the fourth wave of demon tide attacks recently.

Unlike the previous attack of the demon clan, although there is no danger every time, Xiushui City relies on powerful formations and chisel array killing weapons, in addition to consuming a large number of spirit stones, there is no need to pay too much price, and the demon clan can be completely defeated.

However, these few times, the demon clan seems to have come prepared, and they are determined to do whatever it takes to completely destroy the defense line of Xiushui City.

Not only has the number of low-level demon beasts increased exponentially, but there are even some unheard of and unseen alien races.

In particular, it is a flying beast with green-haired wings on its back, bloodthirsty like a bat, but its size is better than that of an eagle, and every time it sweeps like a dark cloud, it spreads across the sky, making it difficult for the monk's magical powers to exert at all, and it is completely torn apart.

And the other giant elephant, which was huge in size and as majestic as a hill, could stand tall and resist the bombardment of countless spells and spiritual weapons, causing irreversible damage to the city protection array.

In addition, what makes people even more desperate is that there are more than a dozen fourth-order demon cultivators of the demon clan, not only are their physical bodies as strong as magic weapons, but even their natal supernatural powers are also unpredictable.

If it weren't for the monks of Xiushui City uniting as one and resisting desperately without fear of death, and the addition of several earth immortal commanders who were good at the Ming Formation after Zhao Shenbi left, they could urge the big array to echo each other.

I'm afraid that the city has already been ruined and people are dead, and all the creatures in the city have become blood food for the demon clan.

However, Lan Xin knew that if there were no reinforcements, even if she insisted on resisting one more wave of attacks, she would only delay waiting for death.

"Master, this is the spirit stone that Commander Yuan asked me to send, you quickly refine it and replenish the consumption of spiritual power......" Behind Lan Xin, Zhou Luan stepped forward slowly, picked up a few spirit stones with his hands full of dried blood, and said softly.

Lan Xin turned her head and looked at Zhou Luan's tattered battle armor, mottled bloodstains, and a shocking scar on her left shoulder, which cracked along her snow-white delicate body.

The eyes are foggy, and the heartache is even stronger.

She shook her head and said, "You don't need to be a teacher, Luan'er, now that your natal flying sword has been broken, you rely on spells to fight the enemy, and you need more spiritual power, so you should absorb and refine it yourself." ”

Zhou Luan's eyes were slightly red, and he said in a trembling voice, "But Master...... You just used up the spirit rhyme in the big battle, and the fourth-order demon who killed the opponent has already damaged the meridian qi mansion, if you don't ...... again"

Before she could finish speaking, Lan Xin waved her hand to interrupt her.

She gently brushed the hair on her lips and shook her head, "It's out of the way." The next wave of demon tide attacks, I'm afraid the horse is coming, you take out all the spirit stones, pills and spiritual weapons in the treasury, and distribute them to the monks who defend the city. ”

Lan Xin said bitterly, "This may be our last battle......

When Zhou Luan heard this, his face was even more bitter, and even his heart slowly cooled down, as cold as this fierce wind and snow.

"Master, there are no more spirit stones...... she sighed, "all the supplies have been consumed......

When Lan Xin heard this, her face froze slightly, and she hugged Zhou Luan and laughed.

It's just that this smile is bleak, mournful, as strong and gloomy as the sunset, and even Lan Xin can't tell whether she is crying or laughing.

Under the city gate, the monks guarding the city were exhausted, and everyone's faces were already as dead as ashes, and even the light in their eyes seemed to have been completely extinguished, and they all leaned weakly against the ground.

There was a terrible silence all around.

However, even when the ammunition was exhausted and on the verge of despair, none of the monks in Xiushui City escaped, and none of them proposed to retreat.

Even the new Earth Immortal Commanders gritted their teeth and persevered to the end, without raising any objections.

At this moment, what even Lan Xin herself is unwilling to admit is that there may still be a hope in everyone's hearts.

A hope that can break through a desperate situation and survive from a dead situation.

Although the person who gave them this hope at the beginning is now unknown.

Thinking of this, Lan Xin closed her eyes, and her mind seemed to recall the white-haired, green-clothed figure like ink, one person and one knife, daring to stand in front of the boundless demon tide.

One husband is closed, and ten thousand demons are not open.

Lan Xin laughed miserably, "Zhao Shenbi, where are you now......

Zhou Luan gently hugged Lan Xin and said in a trembling voice, "Master, don't think about him anymore, he won't come back." ”

She hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to say, "I heard people say...... He is now the guest of honor of Tianyuan Mountain, and he has won the favor of Elder Sect Master Wang, and has become the director of the Coalition Elders' Council......"

Zhou Luan didn't continue, but Lan Xin already knew it.

The hidden dragon is in the abyss, and Tengbi is nine days.

In fact, she already knew that a wild dragon like Zhao Shenbi, who would eventually roam the sky and shatter the heavens, was already destined to drift away from her, so that she could no longer chase her, let alone return to her side.

But she still can't help but think of Zhao Shenbi again and again, think of his somewhat cold and scarlet eyes, and think of his demeanor of leading everyone to a decisive battle.

And that night, Zhao Shenbi was drunk and gently held her hand.

It's just that she knows very well that there is always an insurmountable gap between her and Zhao Shenbi, the birds that break through the sky, and the swimming fish that look up under the ice.

Even if the bird stops once in a while, it will definitely not stay for long.

And she couldn't break the ice from beginning to end.

Therefore, the original encounter was already the only time for the two.

Lan Xin opened her eyes and sighed faintly, as if she wanted to spit out all the strong feelings, bitterness, attachment and unwillingness.

Because there is no time left, let her dwell on the past anymore.

On the horizon in the distance, under the blood-thick sunset, a gloomy dark spot suddenly appeared.

The dark spot was a tiny speck at first, but in an instant it obscured the sky and the earth, surging like a black tide.

The demonic aura was pervasive, the earthquake trembled, the wind and snow fell apart, and even the heavy snow on the ground was completely melted by the high temperature, fused with the blood, and churned like a sea of blood.

Even from such a distance, you can smell the overwhelming demonic and bloody aura.

"It's coming!" Lan Xin's eyes froze, and she flicked the sword with her hand, and the sword made a dragon chant, and the clouds and mist stirred.

With the light under her feet, Edgeworth rose into the air, and shouted loudly, "All the monks in Silk City, this is our last battle, and it is my honor that my Lan Xin can die with you today!"

As soon as these words came out, a tidal wave of shouts suddenly erupted under Xiushui City, and everyone's faces swelled with a firm heart of death, which was almost terrifying.

At this point, there is no need for any excessive language, nor any sensational action.

Because that man had told them that in such a time, there was only a fight to the death.

The boundless demon tide is coming in an instant, making people feel desperate and trembling.

In the face of any previous terrifying offensive, Xiushui Castle's crumbling formation collapsed at the touch of a button, and all the monks were completely exposed to the attack of the demon clan.

And after losing the protection of the formation, the monks of the two clans immediately launched a tragic and bloody battle.

Close to each other, hedge against each other.

Constantly a corpse of a human or demon clan fell into the air, spewing out no bewitching blood in the setting sun.

In just one stick of incense, thousands of monks fell and died, and a large area of red fell on the walls of Xiushui City.

The magnificent and brilliant spiritual light exploded, tens of thousands of spiritual weapons collapsed, and after the monk let out a roar, he chose to explode his body and die with the demon clan.

Even a Jiedan Earth Immortal, who was also from the Sword Viewing Waterfall, was besieged by three fourth-order demons, and Jin Dan collapsed on the spot and died.

Between heaven and earth, there is a tragic and pathetic atmosphere.

After Lan Xin unfolded the Cloud Mist Sword Domain and handed out seventy-six sword lights that overdrew her physique one after another, she finally couldn't continue.

She blocked her chest with a horizontal sword, but was hit in the abdomen by a demon cultivator whose body was like a giant bat, and fell weakly on the city wall.

Her robe was torn in many places, revealing large areas of snow-white skin, but it was stained red by the blood coughed up from her mouth, like a gorgeous flower that had bloomed to the extreme, and she was about to die of complete exhaustion.

Her eyes were dark, and even her consciousness was slightly distracted.

However, in this desperate and lonely time, about to be swallowed up by the boundless darkness, there was still a smile on her face.

Faintly, she seemed to see the white-haired figure again.

"Zhao Shenbi, I hope that after I die, one day you will be in the realm, and when you come back here, you can still remember that there was a fleeting woman in your life who fought side by side with you. She chuckled lowly, her beautiful face no longer bloodless.

"The golden pill of sword cultivation should be very delicious, this seat wants it!"

A shadow with a majestic aura like the sea fell from the sky, carrying the terrifying power of cracking stones and piercing gold, and it was going to completely penetrate Lan Xin's heart.

She didn't put up any resistance, but turned her head slightly, her eyes staring at the western sky, as if she wanted to see some longing figure.

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, in a trance, there seems to be a light in the sky, which is rapidly breaking through the sky.

With a violent murderous intent, with a violent anger, he even did not hesitate to lose the spiritual rhyme, tearing the sky and galloping.

It was like he was afraid that she would die.

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