If Mo Yu was really in danger, she was ready to fight to the death.

Even if both she and Mo Yu died at the hands of the slave, she would rush in to save people.

Just when the magic sound was almost about to disperse, the magic sound Dafa was about to rush out, Mo Yu spoke, and as soon as he spoke, he drank the order.

The orders seemed to come from the mouth of Mogu Gongzi, and even Mo Yu himself did not notice the abnormality.

Those beautiful slaves were still roaring at first, and the next moment they stopped, their eyes seemed to be looking for focus, and finally they completely condensed in the direction of Mo Yu's fingers, and they all rushed down in the direction of their brushes.

When all the beautiful slaves rushed out of the hill, Mo Yu sat on the ground weakly, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hands, but he forgot the advice of the Demon Sound Fairy, that is, to close his mouth, he was still gasping for breath.

Just as he exhaled his third breath, a thunderous roar shook the entire hill, and then the wind and sand moved away from the rocks, the grass and trees rolled up, and Mo Yu seemed to enter the center of a tornado.

Outside the military city, the war was already raging at this time.

Countless alliances of the Seven Great Families galloped across the wasteland, battle flags flying, people instigated, hundreds of miles, almost everywhere was a scene of fighting.

This was the only large-scale battle after the old Xiao Toudu came to the battle array. Those iron-clad Jin Ge, as well as countless war horses, are shining together.

This time, both Nangong Ru and Lao Xiao Tou have already sent an elite war cavalry.

The black qi guards of the Quartet clan, as well as the iron cavalry of Nangong's retainers.

It was not the first time that these two teams had encountered each other on the battlefield, due to the last time the Nangong Iron Cavalry was defeated by the Black Cavalry.

This time, as soon as the two armies fought, they each set up their most powerful shuttle formations to hedge.

This is a formation of pure competition of force, and the purpose is to fight to the death with the enemy in terms of true cultivation and will to fight.

This is also the combat experience that Nangong Ru has summed up since his last defeat.

He knew very well that the combat power of the Black Cavalry that Lao Xiao Tou had personally created, and the only way he didn't want to be defeated by each of them was to use the Iron Cavalry's own bravery and specially trained willpower to resist the Black Horse Army, so that the losses on both sides would be extremely huge, but all this became less important to Nangong Ru.

Nangong Ru knew that whether he won or lost this battle, the final outcome was already doomed.

Even if he didn't take the initiative to resign as the patriarch, the Taiyi people behind him would not continue to support him. Moreover, the elders of several other family factions were also eyeing the position of Chief Grand Elder.

At this time, Nangong Ru was like Xiang Yu in the Warring States Period, except for going all out to win the current war, he no longer had any room for maneuver.

On that day, he personally ordered the kidnapping of his former loyal subordinates. When Nangong Ru made this decision, he had already expected such an ending.

However, for the long-term interests of the seven major families, he still defied the condemnation of the world and issued an order to advance eastward.

In this battle, he was already on his back, leaving no retreat for himself.

Nangong Ru raised his head slightly, his gaze was hundreds of zhang away, and he glanced at the young man standing on horseback outside the military city opposite. Although the two did not have much intersection, even during the war to encircle and suppress the Quartet, they only glanced at it in a hurry, however, in each other's eyes, they were very wary of each other. Whether it is Lao Xiaotou or Nangong Ru, they all seem to find a trace of their own shadow in each other. That's the strategy of being the hero of one party, and it's also the extremely arrogant existence in their hearts.

Although the two are separated by one dimension from each other and are in the camp of confrontation with each other, they still have a trace of respect for each other. This is what the ancients called sympathy.

Nangong Ru is the chief elder, but he is actually the great patriarch of Nangong and the entire foreign clan of the seven major families, which is why he can mobilize the disciples of the seven major families to form an alliance army on his own.

His influence in the Seven Great Families is no worse than that of Lao Xiao Tou in the Quartet Clan, so he is actually an invisible king.

In the past ten years, Nangong Confucianism was the most powerful period, and his dominance and prestige in the seven foreign clans were unprecedentedly strong.

It even made the inner clan, who had been firmly controlling the seven foreign clans for hundreds of years, feel nervous, especially the breakthrough in the cultivation of Nangong Ru and his subordinates, which made those inner clan disciples who had been pampered all day long feel deterrent. In fact, Nangong Ru also had the idea of unifying the inner and outer clans for a long time, if it weren't for the fact that each of the seven inner clans had one or two ancestors guarding it, he would have led his heartfelt subordinates to kill the inner clan.

This time, it was those ancestors who came forward to mediate, and Nangong Rucai was forced to accept the strategy of uniting the inner clan to fight, no matter whether he won or lost this battle, his position as the great elder of the foreign clan would also be invaded by the inner clan, but for the sake of the interests of the entire family, he still chose to compromise. After all, those ancestors are the most important existence of the entire family. Their words, even Nangong Ru had to obey.

Nangong Ru carried endless suffering in his heart, and he also had the determination to make a desperate bet. He is now betting everything on this war, if he wins, he can give himself and his family an explanation, if he loses, then he Nangong Ru will be removed from the Nangong family from now on.

The world knows the world in a war, and this situation is just like Xiang Yu, facing a million Han troops, and behind him is the mood of the Taotao Wujiang River. It's just that Nangong Ru is confident that it will not be another Xiang Yu, and he is confident that he will win this battle. For this reason, he has done dozens of strategic formations, and almost all the accidents that may be encountered on the battlefield have been deduced and dealt with, so he doesn't believe that he will lose to Lao Xiao again this time.

The gentleman's sword in Nangong Ru's hand was slightly tilted, and the cyan sword shone with a dazzling luster.

The blade sliced through the void, with a whistling and harsh wind.

The bloodline sings like a wind chime.

If you move, the wind and thunder roar.

Jun Ruoyin, ink into the dragon abyss.

The king is out of the sheath, crisscrossing the ancient and modern, and does not dare to be an enemy.

Jun into the sheath, the scorched earth is thousands of miles, and the world is peaceful.

Nangong Ru's lips chanted softly, and the three inches of his forehead danced with the wind, like an immortal. In just a few months, his sword realm cultivation actually broke through to the realm of sword immortals.

For kendo, Lao Xiao Tou doesn't know much, although he also uses swords, but that is only as an auxiliary, he actually has no kendo in his heart. His cultivation is Nameless Spiral and Fire Condensation.

As for what level the sword immortal belongs to in the way of the sword, he can't figure it out, but his super-sensory heavenly dao clearly captures the kind of transcendent time and space artistic conception produced in the opponent's swordsmanship.

It took on a five-element form. It is neither an intelligent nor a super-spirit. For this new five-element form perception, Lao Xiao Tou encountered it for the first time.

Old Xiao Tou didn't know much about how many five-element forms there were, but he could perceive this form from his supersense.

It's like a two-dimensional person, who never knows how many kinds of three-dimensional entities there are, and in their eyes it's like a myriad of spherical planes superimposed on each other into a variety of strange flat patterns, although they can't be recognized, they can perceive that they are different.

Ever since Old Xiao Tou accepted an apprentice with a different talent, he had doubts about his cultivation speed. There were even times when he questioned whether he was really fit to continue cultivating.

This also became an excuse for Lao Xiao to urge himself to progress, so in the past few months, although he followed Di Shuai to fight in the south and the north, his cultivation did not let go. It's even a little bit more than before.

Although Lao Xiao Tou is still in the full stage of Dao Yuan, his fire condensation has condensed more than a dozen marrow crystals. With these marrow crystals, Old Xiao Tou can now easily pull some feather god spells at his fingertips, one of which is the Ten Thousand Feather Arrow. Originally, Old Xiao Tou only barely started it once, and he would be tired half to death. But now he can cast it a dozen times in a row. With a little pranayama trimming, you can regain your physical strength. Recovering speed in this way has already made Old Xiao Tou use the Feather God Ten Thousand Feather Arrow as a special move.

As for the Feather God's Spirit Feather Flying Technique, it is very easy to perform, and he can travel thousands of miles a day without even ventilating and resting. It's just that within the gradient, the speed shown by this spirit feather is only unsatisfactory, far less powerful than that of the Boundary Sky.

However, Lao Xiao Tou didn't ask too much, after all, it was already a miracle for an earthling like him to master the spells of these ancient gods, what else could he ask for.

After Lao Xiao Tou sensed the immortal qi released by Nangong Ru, he suddenly stepped into the air, and with a flick of the shuriken slave, the figure turned into a golden circle of light, and fell to the front of the battle like a golden armor general.

The two teams that were still fighting were stunned by the two gods of war who fell from the sky, and they were forced to retreat and dodge.

The two each hold a sword and attack each other.

When swordsmanship reaches the level of Nangong Confucianism, it is no longer the power of Dao Yuan.

As a result, his sword moves didn't have too much glare, and there were no striking gradient streams.

Only that symbolizes the immortal aura is slowly falling, and every time, it will bring people an invisible aura.

It was a very beautiful feeling, like a person who had been dry in the desert for several days, and suddenly encountered a clear spring.

It's just that this clear spring is deadly, and Old Xiao Tou doesn't dare to try it easily.

Just now, he was inadvertently swept by it, and his arms and heavy bones around his shoulders were still swollen.

The pain is by no means limited to the material cluster, but also erodes into the super sense of the old Xiao Tou, causing him a very painful experience.

Old Xiao Tou only now understands that the fairy world is not so easy to go to.

After he was eroded by a stream of immortal qi just now, he felt that his consciousness body flew into a fairyland.

Where it was like a dream scene, there was fairy mist everywhere, and there were countless fairy flowers and spirit grasses. It's really beautiful, but it doesn't belong to Old Xiaotou. Because he is the source of the entire fairyland, and the whole fairyland grows in his consciousness. Absorbing his consciousness to produce the so-called fairyland.

In the end, he passed that trace of immortal energy back and was accepted by Nangong Ru.

Old Xiao Tou naturally would not lose his consciousness in vain to support others, so he started meditation, and unfolded the nameless spiral from the five-element perspective, so as to obtain a higher supersensory power, and completely get out of the realm of immortals full of confusion.

When his consciousness returned to his body, he actually saw Nangong Ru's shocked eyes. He was standing in the realm of immortals he had just created.

His consciousness body would unexpectedly follow the immortal realm and rush into Lao Xiaotou's consciousness body.

This made Lao Xiao Tou extremely shocked, and he was even more vigilant and careful of those immortal qi.

With a wave of his hand, the sword slave burst out with dazzling golden light, and the next moment, a rain of swords fell from the sky.

Countless feathers the size of raindrops were mixed in the sword rain, forming silver-white feather lines.

Feather God Spell.

This is the first time in several days that Lao Xiao Tou has been forced to perform a nirvana on the battlefield.

With the feathers fluttering in the sky, Nangong Ru's whole person became uneasy. The Gentleman's Sword in his hand swung continuously, almost in a circle, forming an impenetrable barrier, and then the feather fell to block it out. However, he thought too simply, and he also underestimated the power of the Feather God Curse. I saw that those feathers actually reached the barrier, and suddenly turned, and actually bypassed directly from the outside of the defense field at a ghostly angle. It's just that the outside is no longer in the gradient, but travels through the extradimensional space-time.

At this moment, Nangong Ru realized that the other party had also comprehended the spell of the five-element form, and in this way, his defensive shield was lost, he could only dodge, and with a slight flip of his arms, he held up a sword path immortal realm, and others also stepped into it.

It's just that his speed is still a little slower, and a few spirit feathers have drilled into the immortal realm.

Through the five-yuan perspective, Lao Xiao Tou could see that he was exhausted in the immortal realm.

When he circled three times, he seemed to have found a gap, from the immortal realm, and at the moment when the spirit feather was about to fly out, he disappeared into another immortal realm.

This time, he directly closed the entrance to the Boundary Sky, which completely blocked the countless feathers outside.

Standing in the fairy realm, Nangong Ru's arms were raised high, and the Junzi Sword turned into tens of thousands of sword shadows at this moment, sliding a little bit with the swordsmanship, and finally opened up like a peacock opening the screen, with a series of immortal qi sizzling.

The immortal realm where it was located instantly expanded dozens of times, and then a bright immortal qi sword path light shot towards those feathers.

After a loud bang.

Old Xiao Tou saw the feathers falling all over the ground, as well as the obvious trace of the fairy sword.

Such a powerful fairy swordsmanship.

Old Xiao Tou was still making fun of Nangong Ru's embarrassed appearance of running away just now, but at this moment, he was full of fear of that sword mark.

What if that sword shot at him just now?

When Lao Xiao thought of this, not only did his sweat pores dilate, but he also sweated coldly.

However, soon, Old Xiao Tou's worries dissipated half, because he saw that Nangong Ru seemed to have no strength to send out the second Immortal Realm Sword Technique.

Otherwise, with such a domineering sword path, even he alone would be enough to wipe out all the clans here.

Thinking of such a terrifying possibility, Lao Xiaotou felt like a man on his back. He secretly decided in his heart that as long as he finished this big battle, he must refine a kind of super-dimensional defense equipment for the Sifang Clan, so as not to become defenseless when he encountered this kind of super-dimensional attack.

(End of chapter)