At this moment, the plains are in the sky, the clear morning frost is dispersed, the sword light and sword shadow are flying, people are noisy, and they are fierce.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The blades clashed, and the explosions were scattered, dazzling and deafening, and the sky was shocked and miserable.

Wu Forget and the sword slave fought fiercely on the sky, the long knife against the giant sword, the knife is "flame", the sword is "giant edge", only see:

The flaming long knife flew under Wu Wang's wrists, a sea of silver light and fire, swaying endlessly, murderous and gloomy, and burning ghosts and gods.

The sword slave holds the "giant edge" to defend as the attack, his sword, like a mountain, fierce as thunder, sword qi like a wind, wide open and closed, strong and majestic.

Wu Wang's sword, blazing roar, sword slave's sword, fierce and sharp.

The swords clashed, and there was a sky-shattering roar - "Boom! bang!"

With a bang, both of them flew upside down a little, the sword slave trembled slightly, the pair of fierce pupils became more ferocious, the wildness was soaring, and the "giant edge" had flashed out again.

Wu Wang's eyebrows and eyes froze, the person was shaking, the knife was radiant, his body was like a streamer and lightning to meet the attack, the sword slave became more and more courageous, how could he not be like this?

Xuan Yan and Dongfang Wenyu fought, the long knife folded the fan, the knife was "broken soul", and the fan was "Jiangshan fan", only saw:

The Soul Breaking Long Knife turned into a wind under Xuan Yan's wielding, sharp like severe frost, heavy and soft, sparks filled the blade, and Xiao sassy and firm.

In the face of Xuan Yan's fierce knife momentum, Dongfang Wenyu struck with a fan, and the Jiangshan fan opened into an arc moon, with heavy shadows, the fan swished, and the dust did not enter.

Knives and fans clash, slashing and shaking, sonic booms continue - "Bang!"

The two have similar strength, and they are evenly matched under the moves.

At the same time, Huo Feng took the disciples of the Southern Courtyard and Qianyu and others to fight with the disciples of the North, West, and East Courtyards.

The fist drawn out by the fire phoenix, like a mini sun, was blazing and furious, and every time he punched, he brought down a large number of opponents, and the blood mist rose out of thin air.

Qianyu's Xuehong long sword, Nangong Yingying's sky-breaking seal, Mu Qingqing's water-cold long sword, Qianye's soul umbrella, Phantom Feather's purple thunder nine strikes, Abu's golden spear, sword, sword and halberd seal, just like flying rainbows through the sky, stirring up blood and rain.

Xiao Luo, Bu Yao and other disciples of Miyin and Phantom Night Academy, followed closely by Qian Yu and the others, they struggled to parry the incoming Yuan Force attacks, and many disciples were already injured.

They had no choice but to fight hard, and if they didn't kill, people would come and kill them.

"Kill!kill!!"

"Bang!bang!"

"Ahh

For a time, the sounds of fighting, shouting, exploding, and wailing trembled, and the sound waves swept through the sky and the earth, condensing a magnificent sad song.

The four fields in the sky, which had originally returned to the Qingming Dynasty, fell into the red mist again, and I don't know how many monks were killed or wounded? I don't know how many remnants of flesh and blood flew around? The tragic and bloody scene was only shocking.

Ximen Jianxin was motionless, beside her, a female disciple of the West Courtyard trembled and supported the ghost, she was trembling, trembling for the blood in her anticipation.

Not far away, Wuyi stood up, behind him, Huanyin hugged Tianyi tightly, she was very quiet, let the blood and rain flutter in all directions, she was unmoved, because she had embraced her "world" in her arms.

At this moment, there was a sound of killing and chaos around, but it was very silent here, silent and silent.

Ximen Jianxin and Wuyi looked at each other, the former had a complicated expression, with all kinds of emotions flashing in his eyes, and the latter looked indifferent, unable to tell whether he was angry or angry.

After being silent for a while, Ximen Jianxin suddenly spoke: "The man I Ximen Jianxin has a crush on is not the kind of person who is timid! Even if he wants to kill me, he should be upright!"

Wu Yi's face froze, and he said: "I won't kill you! The person I want to kill is her!"

He glanced at the girl coldly, his eyes moved, his voice fell, and the person flew up through the air, only to see:

The frightening wind is exhibiting, Tsing Yi hunting, the Buddha Emperor is a stick, covering the majesty, the sky is ethereal, the verdant is traversal, the wind and blood are foggy, and the color is gloomy.

This stick, the stick has no regrets, heroic and majestic with dripping killing intent, and goes straight to the ghost.

Seeing that Wuyi was so menacing, Ximen Jianxin frowned, his mind struggled, and after thinking for a moment, he only heard a sharp roar trembling in the sky, only to see a golden light rising from the sky.

The long sword "Wentian" quickly surpassed the lightning, and in an instant, it struck together with the Buddha Emperor Stick without memory - "Bang!"

Under the earth-shattering loud noise, the golden clouds cover the wood show, and the green mangs win the gold, only the golden sky is full of gold.

Attacked by this force, Wuyi and Ximen Jianxin both flew back, as soon as the former's figure settled, the long stick leaned towards the trend, and repeatedly resisted the wind to kill, brave and fearless, fierce and straight.

Ximen Jianxin's face was gloomy, she felt a kind of determination from Wuyi's body, a determination to kill the ghost, she didn't know how to stop Wuyi, even if there were still two "Wentian Sword Qi" in the Wentian Sword.

After three or two breaths, Wuyi had already attacked again, and Ximen Jianxin was suspended between Wuyi and the ghost.

She stared at it, and this look made her heart tremble, and she saw a disregard in the eyes of the Memoryless, as if she was not in the eyes of the Memoryless, just like the air.

Her heartstrings were plucked by an inexplicable force for no reason, but what was played was a song of love.

Ximen Jianxin took a deep breath, the shadow moved with the wind, and when she stopped, she was already standing in front of the ghost, she slowly closed her eyes, and used her own flesh and blood to "shelter the wind and rain" for the ghost.

At the moment when she closed her eyes, a strong wind came to her face, causing her hair to flutter unkemptly.

At this time, a long stick with emerald dripping dripping stayed in front of Ximen Jianxin, and there was a "gurgling" sound from the mouth of Wuyi.

Wuyi's stick came with the determination to kill, but after seeing Ximen Jianxin's behavior, his heart was in chaos.

The heart is in turmoil, how can you decide?

Wu Yi said: "Ximen Jianxin, do you really want to protect her to the end?"

Ximen Jianxin slowly opened his eyes, his heart throbbed, no matter what, the stick of no memory still stayed for her after all: "My relationship with Sister Yue'er is like the relationship between you and Sister Yue'er, you want to kill Sister Yue'er in order not to forget, why can't I?"

She knows very well that when such words are spoken, they hurt others and hurt themselves.

Wuyi tilted his head slightly, and could see that he was in pain, and there was a struggle in the pain.

When he looked at Ximen Jianxin head-on again, Wuyi's whole person was a lot of vicissitudes, he stared at Ximen Jianxin, and the coldness and indifference in his eyes were not carved in the slightest.

As soon as he put away his long stick, he turned around and left: "After today, if there is a goodbye, you and I will be friends and foes!"

Ximen Jianxin was stunned, she didn't remember that the sentence "friend or foe" was not simply comparable to a strange road, she suddenly felt a little stunned, her heart was empty, and she was filled with sourness.

At this moment, a piano suddenly sounded beside Ximen Jianxin.

As soon as the sound sounded, a bloody string of power flashed out, and in the blink of an eye, it was behind Wu Yi

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