At this time.

The eyes of the disciples of the Nine Yang Sword Sect and the disciples of the Black Sword Demon Sect all converged on Fan Jian.

Demon Sect Deacon Chang Shan's face was cloudy, Fan Jian's attitude was so confident?

Could it be that he could really come up with any evidence?

That's impossible!

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of any means that Fan Jian, a disciple who was not even in the Burning Blood Realm, could have to kill the Commander Zuo.

After all, the ultimate sword intent is an existence beyond common sense.

A sword light flashed, and the "Black Magic Sword" appeared in Fan Jian's hand.

This black magic sword was exactly what Fan Jian had obtained by killing the Commander Zuo before.

As soon as this sword came out, the faces of the Demon Sect suddenly froze.

"This ...... Isn't this the saber of the left commander!"

"It won't be wrong, this is the black magic sword of the left commander! How could it fall into the hands of this kid, could it be that the left commander really encountered an accident!"

Demon Sect Deacon Chang Shan's eyes widened.

The appearance of this sword was like a thunderbolt from the sky that hit his heart.

It was difficult for him to accept such a reality: "No! It is absolutely fake! Even if the left commander has already been killed in battle, it is absolutely impossible for you to kill him!"

The left commander is dead.

This news appeared in the hearts of every Demon Sect disciple, and the army's heart was shaken in an instant.

The person with the highest status and the strongest strength in this operation has died inexplicably.

The strength of the Jiuyang Sword Sect is so mysterious?

Chang Shan secretly screamed in his heart, and said loudly: "Everyone must not believe the nonsense of this Sword Sect disciple! Even if Commander Zuo has already encountered an accident, it will definitely have nothing to do with him! The Sword Sect disciple is really insidious, and he actually enjoys this kind of indiscriminate method to disturb our military morale!"

Chang Shan provoked for a while, and the rest of the higher-ranking Demon Sect disciples also saw the wind and responded one after another.

"Deacon Changshan is right! The disciples of the Sword Sect are all hypocrites in their actions!"

"Brothers and sisters, for the sake of the glory of our Black Sword Demon Sect, kill them without leaving a single piece of armor!"

"Go on! Avenge the left commander! Take the east and leave the city!"

The Demon Sect and the disciples of the Sword Sect were already incompatible.

These young Demon Sect disciples have been brainwashed since they were children, how can they withstand such provocations.

They all shouted, and they all rushed towards the disciples of the Jiuyang Sword Sect.

The disciples of the Jiuyang Sword Sect were also ready for battle.

The two sides fought together in an instant.

In an instant, the swords were everywhere, the demonic aura was rampant, and a big battle was about to break out.

Fan Jian held the Black Devil Sword in his hand, and he fought with the Demon Sect Deacon Chang Shan in the end.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, and quickly solve Chang Shan with the ultimate sword intent, and there will be no suspense in this battle.

"Little junior brother!"

Second Senior Brother Long Wei grabbed Fan Jian: "Don't make any more moves! Brother Wei knows, every time you use that sword intent, it will consume a huge amount, and your body is still important! Destroy the Demon Sect disciples, leave it to me!"

As he spoke, Long Wei shouted loudly at the disciples in the chaotic battle: "Guarding the glory of the Sword Gate!

The surging aura like waves erupted from Long Wei's body.

The disciples cast respectful and fanatical glances at Long Wei one after another.

The second senior brother of the first peak of the inner gate, the strongest disciple of the first peak!

Long Wei seemed to be emitting golden light, and his scorching eyes looked at the Demon Sect Chang Shan: "Evil Demon!

As the words fell, Long Wei rushed down the city wall with his sword and rushed towards Changshan.

The morale of the disciples of the Jiuyang Sword Sect has soared.

While resisting the enemy, he echoed in a fanatical tone: "Punish the demon!"

At this moment, Longwei people's hearts are wanting.

All the disciples of the Sword Sect firmly believe that Long Wei will win!

However, they ignored that Long Wei was still too young after all.

There is always a gap between it and the Demon Sect Chang Shan that cannot be ignored.

Seeing Long Wei approaching quickly, a cruel smile appeared on Chang Shan's face: "Look for death!"

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, the two collided.

One person has a sword and is extremely sharp.

One person is demonic and majestic.

After a short collision, I saw Long Wei's body flying upside down like a kite with a broken string.

And the Demon Sect Chang Shan only took a few steps back before standing firm.

Wiping the blood that shook out of the corners of his mouth, Chang Shan's eyes were cold: "You are much stronger than the one named Qian Dakun, but unfortunately, you are not my opponent!"

Long Wei struggled to get up from the ground, and the brief collision just now had already covered him in blood.

But Long Wei didn't flinch at all!

Raised his sword again and roared towards Changshan! Wantonly blooming with all his strength!

Although just now the collision, he was defeated.

But it had no effect on the morale of the disciples of the Nine Yang Sword Sect.

The disciples looked at Long Wei's fearless figure, and their eyes showed emotion.

This is the integrity of the disciples of the Jiuyang Sword Sect!

No matter how powerful the enemy is, draw your sword to face it!

Disciples of the Sword Sect, you can fail, but you will definitely not back down!

"Bells and whistles!"

Chang Shan's eyes showed a strong sense of disdain, and in the face of Long Wei's attack, he seemed more calm.

One dodged the sharp sword and jerked out a kick that struck Long Wei's chest.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Long Wei's body flew out upside down again.

This time, the blood that spurted out of Long Wei's mouth splashed in mid-air, and was illuminated by the sun, and even a blood-colored rainbow was reflected.

With a pop, Long Wei's body slammed to the ground.

This time, Long Wei didn't get up, he had lost his ability to fight, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Chang Shan laughed loudly: "Fellow disciples, this strongest disciple of the Sword Sect present has been crushed by my strength!

I have to say that Chang Shan is a good person in terms of strength and talent.

First, the strength crushed Changshan, and then actively mobilized morale.

It is indeed possible for him to lead the disciples of the Demon Sect to win the first battle of the revival of the Demon Sect and take the East Departure City!

Since then, the Demon Cult has reappeared in the world!

The disciples of the Nine Yang Sword Sect also began to feel a little weak at this time.

They still respected Long Wei so much a moment ago, and they also had an incomparable fanaticism for Long Wei.

But seeing Long Wei being abused by Chang Shan's strength and half dead, naturally his strength was greatly reduced.

Casualties are increasing rapidly.

The disciples of the Jiuyang Sword Sect went from an initial offensive to a complete defensive.

Moreover, under the frantic attack of the Demon Sect disciples, the defensive line was rapidly retreating.

It won't be long before the defensive line will be breached!

When the time comes, the East Departure City will be tantamount to a bag for the Black Sword Demon Sect.

Seeing that the Demon Sect had gained such a big advantage, Chang Shan laughed.

Standing on the periphery of the chaotic battle, he said wildly: "Who else?! Who else is not convinced!"

Fan Jian had a calm face, carried the sword, and walked in front of Chang Shan.

Chang Shan sneered: "What? You, who brag and don't make drafts, also want to fight with me? With your strength, you dare to brag that you killed the left commander, are you worthy?"

Fan Jian's gaze swept over the body of the second senior brother Long Wei, and he was sure that the second senior brother was not dead.

Then he looked at Chang Shan with a calm face: "I'm sorry, I don't mean to fight you, because I can solve you with just one sword." ”