Nie Wushuang didn't have time to think about how to make a move, so that when this sword move met the sword, it was chaotic.

That sword light directly destroyed the aura wall released by Yun Qianruo and Nie Wushuang, and it was about to be slashed in this group of mortals.

Nie Wushuang's Nine-Eared Flame Sword met that sword ray.

With a "bang" sound in mid-air, the nine-eared flame knife in Nie Wu's hands was instantly knocked away, and his body was directly slashed by the long sword light, and the huge spiritual power instantly impacted Nie Wushuang's body, just when Nie Wushuang felt the spiritual power all over his body, countless yellow lights suddenly appeared on his body, and in the blink of an eye, the sword aura that fell on his body was swallowed up.

Originally, a sword light half a zhang wide and two zhang long was blocked by Nie Wushuang's body in mid-air, and then split into two, and instantly fell into the pile of people under Nie Wushuang's body.

"Bang, bang" a few times, at the same time that Nie Wushuang was knocked to the ground, the two sword rays fell in the crowd, bringing up a blood mist, and finally cut out two deep ravines on the ground, which disappeared with the wind.

When Nie Wushuang came back to his senses, among the crowd that was originally scattered and fleeing, dozens of people were swept by the sword, some of them were swept into a blood mist by the sword, some were split in two, and the two halves of the corpse were lying on the ground with blood gushing out, and the sound of the crowd shouting and grabbing the ground came and went.

Nie Wushuang was even more angry, and shouted at the battle circle in mid-air: "Are you all blind? If you continue to fight like this, all mortals will die." He spoke with a lot of breath, and his voice came from afar, but where could the two sides in the battle circle care so much at this time?

Seeing that no one took care of him, Nie Wushuang had no choice but to shout loudly to the fleeing crowd: "Everyone support each other, don't mess up, come with me." ”

Maybe it was because Nie Wushuang had spoken for mortals many times, and after his voice fell, the crowd gradually moved closer to Nie Wushuang's direction.

Nie Wushuang watched Yun Qianruo in the crowd supporting Qin Yu and his party to run out, dodged, first took back the nine-eared flame knife that fell not far away, chased after it, and said to Yun Qianruo: "Yun girl, you have flying sword skills, take them to the outside of Tiger City." ”

Yun Qianruo hugged Qin Yu, supported the old man with one hand, and looked at Nie Wushuang who had just fallen beside him and said: "The war between the two clans, there are battlefields everywhere in the air, if the flying sword leads people to fly at this moment, it is too dangerous, and the flying sword technique can't bring a few people." ”

Nie Wushuang looked back and saw that the sword qi and sword qi were crisscrossing in the air, and there were human race monks and demon clan demon cultivators fighting everywhere, so he could only shake his head, and hugged Qin Yu over and said: "Find a way to lead the crowd to the gate of Tiger City, the outside of the city is wide, which is more conducive to the escape of these mortals." ”

At this moment, there are no black-clothed masked monks around Nie Wushuang to follow, they are all resisting the invasion of the demon clan, in addition to Yun Qianruo, there are some injured monks around Nie Wushuang, and the rest are all ordinary people, in this case, Nie Wushuang doesn't think about who is answering him in Tiger City, holding Qin Yu with tears on his face, he ran towards the gate of Tiger City, he could have poured spiritual power into his legs, but if he poured spiritual power, I am afraid that Xiong Yihu around him, The injured Lu Ke and the other mortals were afraid that none of them could keep up with him.

The whole scene became Nie Wushuang holding Qin Yu, Yun Qianruo taking Qin Yu's grandfather, and a large group of people followed behind the two of them, running in the direction of the Tiger City Gate.

With the running of Nie Wushuang and the others, the team behind them became stronger and stronger, when Nie Wushuang looked back, he saw that the dense crowd could not be seen at a glance; with the guidance of Nie Wushuang and Yun Qianruo, these mortals could avoid the battle circle on the ground in time when they fled, after all, Nie Wushuang was now building a ninth-order foundation, and Yun Qianruo was a Jiedan monk, and the ear and eyesight of the two of them were naturally stronger than a group of mortals who were running around with headless flies.

When Nie Wushuang and Yun Qianruo led the crowd around a street corner, suddenly several golden lights flashed in mid-air, and five golden armor guards fell from mid-air, Nie Wushuang and Yun Qianruo stopped in unison, and at the same time as they stopped, several blue lights flashed and fell from mid-air, and a colorful tiger landed next to a golden armor guard who was injured and fell to the ground, and bit off the head of the golden armor guard in one bite, blood gushed out from the neck of the golden armor guard, and then a shirtless man fell from mid-air next to the tiger, and several extremely charming women also fell in front of the crowd from mid-air with the same long whip in their hands。

At this time, the crowd behind Nie Wushuang obviously saw the demon clan demon cultivators on the long street in front of them, and they all stopped running.

Nie Wushuang handed Qin Yu into Yun Qianruo's hands, and after watching the few gold-armored guards not far away being bitten off by the fierce tiger in a few bites, he hurriedly turned around and shouted to the crowd: "From the left, change lanes, run quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, he only felt a huge spiritual power sweeping in behind him, and the wave of spiritual power was surging like a flood, and a huge killing intent roared in.

Nie Wushuang turned his back to the demon cultivator, and Yun Qianruo's whole body spiritual power gushed out at the same time, trying to protect the fleeing mortals, who knew that the spiritual power of the two was spreading, and it was not enough to protect such a dense crowd, except for the limited more than 1,000 people around them, tens of thousands of mortals were attacked by this wave of spiritual power of the demon clan, and half of them turned into flesh and blood in an instant, and the other half of the crowd cried and shouted to the side of the frenzy.

Nie Wushuang's brows jumped, his eyes were blood-red, looking at the scene in front of him where he was scarlet and flesh flying, he roared like a tear: "Demon Clan!"

But what's the use of this? The demon clan kills people, and they don't care about immortals at all!

Nie Wushuang turned around suddenly, flipped the nine-eared flame knife in his right hand, the long knife was in his hand, and he looked at those demon cultivators with a hideous face, and his mouth let out a terrible scream.

Those demon clans also stopped attacking and looked at Nie Wushuang from afar.

At this time, Nie Wushuang didn't care about his cultivation, he raised his sword and flew up, his mind rushed into the nine-eared flame knife, and he slashed at several demon cultivators twenty steps away.

Thinking into the knife, Nie Wushuang immediately understood, why Yun Qianruo said that the master of the Yuanying Realm could exert ten percent of the power of this sword, it turned out that this nine-eared flame knife was actually attached to countless soul bodies full of evil energy, and these soul bodies were attached to the sword body like a dead thing when there was no guidance;

"Slash me!" Nie Wushuang moved with his sword.

There was a bang.

The long knife in Nie Wu's hands turned into a ball of flame in an instant, and in the flames, boundless battle intent and murderous aura rose up, and at the same time, nine flames of fire suddenly burst out from that flame, turning into nine yellow mangs of sword qi in an instant, wrapped in infinite evil qi and roaring towards those demon cultivators.

Maybe it was too far away, and after a few sounds, several demon cultivators in front of them didn't stop at all, and instantly rose from the ground, their bodies were like lightning, and they jumped in mid-air a few times, and disappeared in an instant.

The nine yellow mangs of sword qi slashed out by the long knife in Nie Wu's hands slashed into the air, and a shocking sound erupted, and the buildings on both sides of the long street were pushed flat by the nine sword qi, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into flying ashes.

Nie Wushuang didn't care to look at the effect of the nine-eared flame knife, turned around, and saw that the long street was full of blood mist, countless mortals were screaming miserably in the corpses of the blood river, and countless people hugged their dead relatives and wept bitterly.

Nie Wushuang suddenly fell to his knees, his face was hideous, he looked up to the sky and screamed, and his heart swelled with anger against the demon clan, higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea.

Yun Qianruo was protecting the thousands of people who had not been killed by this wave of attacks of the demon clan at this time, and many of them were scared stupidly, some kneeling on the spot, and some trembling on the ground...... Some people wept bitterly and rummaged through the pile of corpses to find their relatives and friends, while others were injured and undead screaming loudly and crawling in pools of blood...... Many people were so frightened that they couldn't move half a step on their legs.

Nie Wushuang's eyes were blood-red, the nine-eared flame knife was on the ground, and the killing intent in his chest was tumbling violently.

At this moment, the night has risen in the Tiger City, but the war everywhere illuminates the Tiger City like day, and in the ruins of the Tiger City, the smoke of gunpowder is rolling everywhere, the corpses are all over the field, and the blood is flowing like a river.

Nie Wushuang dragged the nine-eared flame knife with a hideous face, forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his chest, and Yun Qianruo and the two of them quickly gathered the crowd and quickly ran towards the gate of Tiger City with these thousands of people.

Suddenly, there was a terrible scream in mid-air, and then several fireballs shot down from mid-air, and before Nie Wushuang could react, several fireballs instantly smashed behind the crowd.

The crowd that had originally followed Nie Wushuang and Yun Qianruo suddenly let out a terrible scream, Nie Wushuang flew up, Yun Qianruo put down Qin Yu, and when the two swept to the back of the crowd from mid-air, they saw that the three Jiedan monks were surrounded by flames, and they kept rolling on the street.

In the crowd, dozens of ordinary people have been affected by the flames burning on the bodies of these three Yuedan monks, these flames only need two or three breaths on the mortal body, and they can instantly turn a mortal's body into ashes, and they don't know what kind of flames are on the bodies of these three Jiedan monks, when they roll around, those flames are contaminated on the street, and the stones on the street slowly turn into a huge pit under the burning of the demon fire.

"Nine turns natal demon fire. Yun Qianruo hugged Qin Yu, condensed in mid-air, and whispered: "This fire is the demon cultivator's self-detonation of the demon pill, and it is one of the means for the demon cultivator to die together when he is defeated by the opponent. ”

Nie Wushuang's chest was full of hatred, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Is there a way to save people?"

Yun Qianruo shook his head: "Cultivators of the same realm, if they touch it, they will die, let alone mortals." ”

Nie Wushuang looked at the crowd of people who were scattering and fleeing, and said hatefully: "Miss Yun, you are in front, I am behind, you can save as many people as you can, damn demon clan!"

After Yun Qianruo nodded, he floated in front of the crowd, picked up Qin Yu, didn't say much, and walked forward directly.

Nie Wushuang fell into the crowd and shouted loudly: "If you want to live and follow the people in front of you, hurry!"

After Nie Wushuang broke off, he kept picking up some lonely people from the crowd and telling everyone to support each other.

And the three black-clothed monks who were scorched by the demon fire had slowly lost their voices at this time, and then turned into a cloud of flying ashes.

After Nie Wushuang grabbed some of the lone people back to the group, he quickly followed the back of the group, taking care of the mortals who were unable to run or were crushed to the ground by the crowd around him.

The sky is already full of war, looking up, everywhere there are swords and swords, everywhere is flashing light, under this covering the sky, ordinary people are like ants, although they are trying to escape, but still can not escape from the battle circle in a short time.

This may be the sorrow of mortals, the monks fight against each other, and it is the mortals who die the most.