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Today's Sun Moon Divine Sect, if you want to talk about the disciple's Su zhì and strength, it has the absolute upper hand, but there is no shortage of masters, now Xiang Wentian, Shangguan Yun, Bao Dachu defected to let me go, Qin Weibang was killed by let me go, Sang Sanniang, Wang Cheng died in battle, Qu Yang was seriously injured, Jia Bu stayed behind in Heimu Cliff, to say that the master competition, except for Dongfang Undefeated and Tong Baixiong, there are really few who can control the scene. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

On the other hand, on the side of the Haoqi Alliance, there are many masters in Shaolin Wudang, not to mention, there are five Haoran team members in the alliance alone, Liu Zhengfeng, Tianmen Daoren, Mr. Mo Da and others, and the number of masters on both sides is not on the same level at all.

Dongfang Undefeated nodded, and said towards Baishi: "I refuse, the two sides are fighting, and each uses its strengths, how can it be reasonable to give up the long and use the short." ”

Bai Shimian did not change his color and said: "The leader of the Purple Void Alliance of the Alliance expected that the Eastern Sect Leader might refuse, so he asked Poor Dao to bring a brocade box, and said that if the sect leader took a look, the sect leader would agree." ”

"Master, this, this is ......"

Tong Baixiong carefully took the brocade box, opened it and looked at it, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he only heard a snort, this brocade box had reached the undefeated hands of Dongdong.

In the brocade box, it is a human head, with a beard and a face, just like when he was born, but who is not Yang Lianting?

"Lian, Brother Lian, no, it's impossible."

Dongfang Undefeated lowered his head, looking at the human head in the box, his eyes were as gentle as a lover, he stretched out his hand and touched it gently, as if he wanted to find out the proof that this human head was fake. His lips trembled, and his voice grew from low to sharp, until the last few words were like countless sharp needles that screeched throughout the tent.

His eyes were wide open, tears were streaming down his cheeks, his eyes were red all over, and his mouth was constantly muttering nervously.

"You dare to kill Brother Lian, my Brother Lian, they dare to kill you, they dare to kill you!" He trembled, and the resentment and hatred in his voice made everyone who heard it shudder.

"Revenge, yes, I want revenge, they want to die, they all have to die, I want to kill them, I want to kill them, Haoqi Alliance, Shaolin, Wudang, Wuyue Sword Sect, everyone, everyone!" He roared hysterically and gently placed the brocade box on the table.

Then, in the tone of a lover, he said, "Don't leave me, you watch here, and see that I avenge you, okay?" ”

"Brother Dongfang, you."

Dongfang Undefeated slowly raised his head, blood flowed down from the corners of his bitten mouth, his eyes were red like blood, but his gaze was as cold as ice, and there was no trace of human feelings.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the whole person seemed to flash suddenly.

Shiraishi fell, a bloody hole in his throat, spurting blood like a fountain, and he didn't even feel the sudden arrival of death.

"Boom"

The thick cowhide tent door suddenly turned into powder and flew away, and Dongfang Undefeated rushed directly towards the opponent's camp like a lightning speed.

Tong Baixiong woke up from his shock at this time, and hurriedly shouted, All the disciples of the Sun and Moon God Sect, rush me! ”

Jin Wuxi fell, and the head of Mount Tai, Tianmen Daoren, was commanding a group of disciples of the Wuyue Sword Sect and began to clean up the battlefield. These days, although the entanglement between the two sides has become increasingly white-hot, they have always maintained a tacit understanding, fighting at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Every day, after a day of fighting like a wheel, the disciples who were still alive supported each other, or carried the brothers and sisters who died in this battle of good and evil, with a look of exhaustion and numbness on their faces, and walked towards their camp.

There are still three days before the agreed day, or only three days, the words "only" and "yet" vividly illustrate the contradictory mentality of these martial arts heroes who once shouted that "good and evil are not separated".

That's right, it's the last word that good and evil are not separated, but it's better to die than to live, if there is still blood and impulse on the first day, then on this day, even a person like the head of the Tianmen Dao who hates the demon sect to the bone is already psychologically exhausted.

Among the six heads of the Wuyue Sword Sect, he was the only one who stood on the side of the Haoqi Alliance and walked all the way, and he also had the most confidence in the Haoqi Alliance and Shaolin Wudang. Unsurprisingly, his attitude was praised by the people of the Haoqi Alliance, and Tianji gave him some pointers, and successfully "inspired" him to explore the sword techniques that had been lost for many years in addition to the Taishan faction. And he and Liu Zhengfeng have also become the most active people in the Wuyue Sword Sect to resist the Demon Sect.

Today he felt a little strange, after the Haoqi Alliance was formed, every faction in the Wuyue Sword Sect left some disciples here, even the three factions of Huashan and Songshan who were not in agreement with the Haoqi Alliance. But today, looking around, those disciples of Huashan and Songshan who were originally unable to work and did not contribute seemed to be exempted from coping, and simply disappeared one by one. The rest are some disciples of Mount Tai, Hengshan and Hengshan.

He turned his head and looked at the Demon Sect camp opposite, and heard that Dongfang Undefeated had come in person, but in the battle that had just ended, he didn't see this person he had hated all his life.

Then he was stunned for a moment, only to see that the door of the other party's central tent exploded at once, and a person dressed in fancy clothes rushed out of the door, and a person rushed towards them.

"Who is that person and what does he want to do?" Tianmen Daoist people muttered in their hearts, looking at them curiously, so he realized that something was wrong, that person's speed was too fast, with the eyesight of Tianmen Dao people, he couldn't see that person clearly, in his field of vision, that person was like a gust of wind, but even the wind couldn't describe that kind of demonic speed. In his eyes, that person left a shadow in place every moment, and when he rushed forward, the shadow did not disappear, but gradually joined together.

There was an incomparably sharp sound of breaking the sky in the air, just like the sound of a hidden weapon infused with internal force made by a hidden weapon master, but this sound was louder and sharper. It's like the sound of a swarm of wasps vibrating their wings at high speed.

"There is such a light work in the world." Tianmen Dao people suddenly felt a little cold, just like the feeling of an ordinary person being stripped naked and thrown into the snow, the pores of his whole body contracted, and the cold hairs stood up all of a sudden.

"Enemy, enemy attack! Disciple of Taishan, prepare to meet the enemy. ”

Tianmen Dao people have experienced a hundred battles, he reacted suddenly, what is this chill, this is a murderous aura, so strong that it almost condenses into a substantial killing intent, he suddenly used the qi of the dantian, and shouted with all his strength, and the old man's voice was like the hiss of a night owl, resounding on the spot.

The disciples put down the corpses in their hands one by one, turned around, drew their swords, and there were bursts of noisy voices in the large camp behind them. But Tianmen was horrified to find that everyone, all the voices, seemed to slow down.

It was just this instantaneous effort, the person who couldn't see the shape clearly had caught up with the crowd returning to the camp, one of his hands was raised flatly, and Tianmen saw that in that person's hand, he held a short sword more than a foot long in his backhand, which shimmered with pale golden light in the reflection of the setting sun.

He moves like a leopard, but the leopard's speed is like a turtle compared to him. He swept past one of the Taishan Sect disciples at the back, and the wind he brought up made the disciple's Dao robe rattle.

It was not only the disciple's robe that was blown by the wind, but also the disciple's body, like an ear of rice that had been swung by a sickle, falling lightly, and red blood spurting out of his neck, like a messy Luoying in the wind.

Second, third, fourth......

The man didn't even swing the dagger in his hand, just slightly adjusted the height of the dagger in his hand to the height of his next target, and then swept past his prey, taking his life with him, leaving only a frightened face, a distorted expression, and a splattery of blood.

When the Taishan disciple blocked, he had already passed by, when the Taishan disciple dodged, he had already passed by, and when the Taishan disciple asked for help, he had already passed by. The colorful shadow, the short sword raised flatly, the flying blood flowers, the golden remnant sun, and the passage of life constituted a cruel and poignant picture, a picture of killing.

"Who are you?"

The Tianmen Daoist raised his eyes and looked around, just a moment's effort, and the corpses of the disciples were already all over the field, and he was the only one left, and he suddenly shouted with disgust, and his eyes were split.

"Haha, hahahaha." The figure suddenly laughed sadly: "Dead, all dead, why aren't you dead?" ”

"Who the hell are you?"

The man suddenly wept and sighed, "Today I see the flowers fall, and tomorrow I see the flowers bloom." Flowers can bloom to the sun, and flowers fall to moss.

Since the extraordinary, look at the time of a few days back. ”

He took a step forward, obviously a few feet away from the Heavenly Gate Daoist, but somehow he had already reached the place where he could reach it.

He groaned in his mouth, and the short sword in his hand was already pointed at the throat of the Heavenly Gate Daoist.

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