In the blink of an eye, the demon clan's attack on Aquarius has been going on for a hundred years.

The Old Dragon City fell, the Divine Decree Sect fell, the Zhenwu Mountain fell, and the Shujian Lake fell.

On this day, outside the Luoluo Mountain, the demon clan made a desperate bet, and an army of 400,000 pressed the border.

Chen Ping'an, dressed in white, came to the outside of the mountain gate formation alone, wearing a sword immortal at his waist.

Above the head of the mountain gate, Li Baohua and Cao Qinglang stood silently. The treasure vase was dressed in red, ascended to the center of the city, and gently placed the jade plaque with the words "There is poetry and calligraphy in the belly" under the demon drum in the eye of the array. After taking a deep breath, she picked up the drumsticks with both hands and started beating!

When the first drums of war sounded between heaven and earth.

Chen Ping'an, who was standing alone in front of the demon army outside the mountain, had flying sideburns and fluttering sleeves, floating like a fairy.

A figure like a meteor fell on the battlefield, just standing on Chen Ping'an's left side, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, and a standard fang sword was hanging from his waist, and he said freely: "Ning Yao is here!" ”

In the sound of drums, another figure fell sharply and stood on Chen Ping'an's right hand, she just said her name loudly, "Luoluo Mountain Pei Qian!" ”

A man with a sword fell from the sky and smashed heavily on the battlefield, and said loudly: "Longquan Sword Sect Ruan Qiong!" ”

A woman riding a flame dragon slowly fell: "Longquan Sword Sect Ruan Xiu." ”

A water dragon turned into a heavy water curtain, and walked out of a person, "Li Liu!" ”

A war drum.

Meteors are falling.

On the left and right sides of Chen Ping'an, they are lined up in turn.

"Luoluo Mountain Zhu Yong!"

"Da Li Beiyue Wei Barberry!"

"Luoluo Mountain Zheng Dafeng!"

"Sui's right!"

"Lu Baixiang."

"Wei Xian."

"Plant autumn!"

"Cui Wei!"

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On the horizontal line between the demon clan army and Luoluo Mountain, all the peak combat power of Luoluo Mountain gathered outside the mountain gate array.

Aquarius has not existed in a thousand years, and it will not be in the next thousand years.

What is the real fight to the death without retreating.

Here it is.

The sound of swords and war drums in the mountains is so magnificent.

Outside the Luoluo Mountain, in front of the army, how can the sound of self-registration show the mighty and graceful?

The woman in red beat the drum like thunder and shouted angrily: "Kill! ”

Chen Ping'an clenched the sword immortal and said silently: "Kill!" ”

Almost at the same time, everyone above the line read a killing word.

They want to use fourteen people to resist the enemy of 400,000 demon cultivators!

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At the same time, the central part of Aquarius. There was an army of tens of thousands of porcelain monks composed of sword cultivators and qi cultivators who were rushing towards Luoluo Mountain. The leader is a young man in white, and behind him are two thin but outwardly exposed young men, each with the words "Cui" and "Gao" behind them.

The young man in white swayed his sleeves and murmured, "Sir, wait for me!" ......