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At this time, the world where the wordless battle monument is located is blurred, and the blood is flying.

Countless cultivators frantically fought together, and all kinds of Yuan forces rushed to each other, hallucinating the sky.

"Boom..."

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Kill! Kill!"

Roars, clashing, killing shouts... The sound is deafening and breathtaking.

On this occasion, in a place of nothingness, the cool breeze and cold dew filled the sky.

On all sides, only the rest of the flat sand is reckless, and the distant shadow of Feihong is far away

In the wind and sand, two figures stood against each other.

These two people, one of them was shrouded in black fog all over his body, and the other old woman, with a pestle and a skull crutche, was Meng Po of Lechuan.

After a long silence, the black mist that lingered around the figure gradually dissipated, and then the figure of a man was condensed.

This man, wearing a black robe, has elegant eyes like mist, and long green snail eyebrows, as if he has abandoned beaded flower tassels.

The man's 3,000 green silk at the end is only curled up with a carved hairpin and lightly covered with lead.

Dai's eyebrows are delicate and far-reaching, and the green temples are thickly dyed with spring smoke, giving people a cloud-like visual sense.

Meng Po squinted, not much moved by the man's true appearance.

After a while, the man spoke, "You don't seem surprised at all?"

Meng Po smiled faintly and said, "Why should I be surprised?"

The man said, "Isn't my arrival enough to shock you?"

Meng Po said: "Even if you don't come, it won't be long before we will meet." Sooner or later, why would it make the old man unprepared?"

"We?"

The man was slightly stunned and said, "So, you have noticed it?"

Meng Po shook her head and said, "I didn't notice anything, I was just thinking, why do you dare to come here as a little demon lord?"

"Here?"

The man glanced at him.

Meng Po said with a smile: "Although the Fenglan Continent is a land of dust, in this land of dust, the Hidden Saint King Zang, how can you dare to come here alone?"

The man frowned, and said in a deep voice: "We are just the first generals, and when my demon lord leads a large army to kill, even if the Holy Hidden King is here, what about it?"

"The army is coming?"

Meng Po smiled coldly and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for that day." ”

The man frowned and said, "Really?"

Meng Po nodded.

After the words fell, the Meng Po people had disappeared from the same place.

"Whew!"

I heard the sound of a breaking wind, and I saw a huge skull rushing towards the man in the middle of the flying sand.

The skull, with its eyes glowing green and cold, its teeth cutting frequently, carrying the whistling yin wind in its hideousness, devouring thousands of living beings between its mouths.

"Whew..."

"Boom..."

Suddenly, the man seemed to be in the midst of a netherworld, trembling and cold.

He frowned tightly, and said coldly: "The people under the command of King Yan, this evil spirit is not small!"

With that, the man reached out a little, and a long spear suddenly appeared in his hand.

This gun seems to be condensed with purple mist, and the body of the gun is covered with wisps of ghostly light.

"Woo... Woo..."

When I heard it carefully, in the purple mist, there were bursts of ghostly weeping.

"Meng Po, I have heard that you are good at manipulating souls, I don't know if you can control the ghosts of the souls in my soul gun?"

As he spoke, the man swooped out, and the soul gun held by him stabbed out at the moment when the man volleyed into the air.

"Whew!"

Snatch it out, the wind is dignified, the endless ghost ghost, teeth and claws move.

"Ahhh

"Woo..."

In an instant, the man's spear struck the oncoming huge skull.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

I could only hear the deafening roar of the furious roar, and the sky was shaken.

As far as the eye could see, it could be seen that the countless ghosts of the souls derived from the dementor spear had covered the huge skull.

They gnawed and devoured frantically, grinding their teeth and gnashing their teeth, which was terrifying.

"Wow... Woo whoa..."

"Ahh

At this moment, the skull sucked violently, and a fierce suction force suddenly came out of its mouth.

"Whew..."

Then I saw that countless ghosts of the dead fell into the mouth of the skull.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A continuous burst of explosions emanated from the skull's mouth, accompanied by a series of mournful wails.

"Ahhh

At this moment, a purple light came to the ground.

"Whew!"

It was a shadow of a gun, a cold and sharp shadow of a gun.

The spear was swift and violent, and in an instant it stabbed into the skull's mouth.

"Bang!"

I heard a loud and earth-shattering noise.

"Boom..."

Immediately after, from the mouth of the skull, there was an even more violent tearing and biting force.

The man stabbed the skull in front of the mouth with a gun, and the whole person looked extremely small.

"Huh?"

He frowned, only to feel that the hand holding the gun was trembling.

Before the man could think about it more, the gun that extended into the skull's mouth suddenly came back with a ghostly glow.

"Boom!"

Looking at it again, the man's face was lost, and he saw that in the burst of gloom, there was an endless hideous and terrifying ghost spirit.

All of them were vicious, and they bared their teeth along the barrel of their guns and grinned at the man.

Seeing this, where did the man hesitate?

Holding the hand of the dementor gun, it shook violently.

"Boom..."

With the ripple of vibration, the ghost ghost with the body of the spear suddenly disappeared, but in an instant, they came back to the man.

Taking advantage of this interlude, the man suddenly withdrew his hand, and the soul gun took advantage of the situation.

At the same time, the man made a volley in the air, and the man quickly retreated towards the rear.

......

At this moment, the outside world, on the battlefield of the void, the killing was monstrous.

Thousands of fanatics and the cultivators of the Trifang Pavilion and the monks of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion were fighting with the enemy cultivators such as the Northern Hell Pavilion.

The Blazing Flame Legion under the command of Yan Yue also lost its formation at this time, and scattered in the sky and the earth.

"Boom..."

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Ahhh

"Kill, kill, kill..."

The whole world is shrouded in blood.

Here, the blood flowed like a river, corpses were everywhere, the bloody wind was strong and pungent, and even the rain was dyed red.

At this moment, Daqing has been transformed into an eternal green dragon, and the dragon's body ferries into the sky, arousing Mu Yuan's might.

Little Ben acted as a bear of the earth, roaring and roaring, and the four fields trembled.

Wu Wang and the others stood on the back of the dragon of Daqing, grabbing the Yuan Force, like wind and thunder, fast and fierce, and directly took the oncoming Dao light and shadow.

Wu Yi flew in front, holding the Buddha Emperor stick, flirting into waves, green sticks, and bright stars.

In the blink of an eye, all kinds of Yuan forces were already collapsing-"Bang! bang!"

The mighty roar, endlessly, breaking through the air, shaking the sky.

As soon as they struck, countless enemy cultivators spurted blood and flew back, and the blood mist rose, dyeing the wings of the sky and hanging red.

Nangong Xia was on Daqing's dragon's back, and her expression looked a little dignified.

Previously, under the influence of Tianxuanzi's icy spirit, he could no longer use his Yuan Force, so he could only take refuge here, looking at the mountains and rivers, surrounded by bloody rain and bloody winds.

Looking at the cultivator who was constantly dying, Nangong Xia slowly closed his eyes.

He is not a person who can't see blood, but at this moment, he has a feeling that he can't bear in his heart.

......

The blood clouds are deserted, and the wind is fierce.

In the realm of emptiness and reality, Tianxuanzi and Ximen Wanjian faced each other.

Tian Xuanzi's expression was calm, and his robe was leisurely in the wind.

Compared with Tianxuanzi, Ximen Wanjian is undoubtedly more "down-and-out".

His untied silk and his old robes seem to show the vicissitudes of time.

After being silent for a while, Ximen Wanjian spoke: "I heard that you used the Spirit of Ice on Nangong Xia's body?"

Tian Xuanzi nodded and said, "What's the matter? Brother Wanjian doesn't think there's anything wrong?"

Ximen Wanjian said: "I'm just thinking, without the spirit of ice, how can you stop me?"

Tianxuanzi said: "Brother Wanjian, don't worry, I may have other means." ”

"Really?"

Ximen Wanjian glanced at it and said, "Then let me see if your so-called means can stop me from chasing the rainbow!"

The words stopped, and Ximen Wanjian reached out with one hand.

At this time, in his hand, there were bursts of essence and light condensing.

In a few moments, a sword shadow appeared in the burst of light.

This sword is not as dazzling as those brilliance, but it reveals a kind of silence, a kind of loneliness buried in the wind and smoke of the years.

Seeing Ximen Wanjian showing his sword, Tianxuanzi sank his eyebrows and said, "Brother Wanjian, if I remember correctly, you back then, but you told the wind that you would never use the rainbow chasing sword again in this life." ”

Hearing this, Ximen Wanjian smiled coldly and said, "What's the matter, are you afraid?"

Tian Xuanzi smiled and said, "Afraid, do you think I'm a person who will be afraid?"

Ximen Wanjian said: "Since it's not, you still talk so much?"

Tian Xuanzi said: "I just kindly reminded that I don't want Brother Wan Jian to be a treacherous person." ”

"Treachery?"

Hearing this, Ximen Wanjian laughed and said, "Haha! Tianxuanzi, you said that you are right for a person who does not abide by morality, why should I keep those oaths?"

Hearing this, Tianxuanzi cut his teeth.

He knows very well the power of the rainbow chasing sword, coupled with the control of Ximen Wanjian, the combination of the two, the power that can be exerted, even if it is him, he is a little jealous.

Previously, in the battle with Nangong Xia, Tianxuanzi was also injured, although it was not as serious, but in the battle with a strong man like Ximen Wanjian, even the slightest carelessness would lead to an irreversible end.

The reason why Tian Xuanzi delayed making a move with Ximen Wanjian was to delay some time so that he could recover from his injuries.

Seeing that Tianxuanzi was silent, Ximen Wanjian squinted.

The next moment, he sat down abruptly, and the rainbow chasing sword in his hand was inserted into the detrist.

"Tianxuanzi, don't play tricks in front of me, don't you just want to recover from your injuries?

With that, Ximen Wanjian slowly closed his eyes.

Tian Xuanzi frowned, if it weren't for the injury, how could he be indifferent?

"Brother Wan Jian, didn't you say that in the face of people like me, you don't have to abide by any morality?"

Tian Xuanzi looked at Ximen Wan Jian Dao.

Ximen Wanjian narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "I let you recover from your injuries, just to respect Chasing Hong." ”

Saying that, Ximen Wanjian was silent again, and only waited quietly, waiting for a battle with Tianxuanzi.

Seeing Ximen Wanjian's posture, Tianxuanzi frowned coldly, and said secretly: "The people of Ximen Pavilion are always so proud of themselves, but they don't know that in this world, there is no need to be clear and high!"

......

At the same time, in another realm of void and reality, Nangong Li and Yan Yue were fighting fiercely.

"Bang!"

After the two of them fought each other, they both returned with shock.

In front of Yan Yue, the scorched tail piano was suspended, and above the body, the fire was boundless, and the flames were soaring.

Nangong had nothing to say, and from beginning to end, he only used his two hands as an attack.

"Away from the old man, you are a lot older, and you are still exchanging injuries with little women, if you go on like this, how can you bear your old body bones?"

After a pause, Yan Yue said with a smile.

Her smile is a little charming, and the charm is biased and reflects the chill that is breathtaking.

Nangong Li smiled faintly and said, "Venerable Yanyue, although the little old man is old, his body is still strong. ”

Yan Yue frowned and said, "Really?"

Nangong Li nodded.

Yan Yue said: "That is the case, you have to be careful next from the old gentleman, I still have a lot of moving tunes here that have not yet been touched!"

As he spoke, Yan Yue raised his hand lightly, and his ten fingers had fallen on the piano.

The next moment, Yan Yue smiled coldly, and the two hands that were resting on the Jiaowei Qin pointed to the first string of the nine strings.

The ten fingers moved in unison, and the sound of the piano paused.

For a while, there was a low voice of grievance, like crying and complaining, and Nangong Li's figure was instantly wrapped by this sound.

As soon as Huang heard the sound of the piano, Nangong Li's heart suddenly became sad and sad.

The pathos that resounded in the grievances was heartbreaking, and it was only insufficient.

At this time, Yanyue's ten fingers kept plucking the single string, and the wonderful fingers were repeated, and the sad sound sounded in unison.

Nangong Li's suspension was in the air, and the power of the fire element that swirled around his body seemed to become detached with the fluttering sound of the piano.

Before Yan Yue could smile and look at her, Nangong Li suddenly spoke: "My heart is unmoving, even if it is the sound of the Wangu Qin, how can it shake my heart?"

"Whew!"

I saw that a ray of fire swept out from Nangong Li's body, shooting straight towards the hot moon.

In that fire, it seemed to carry the power of burning the sky and destroying the earth, and the strength of the fire seemed to stir up a boiling sea of fire.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the violent explosion sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the place where Yanyue was, under that fire, was completely unbelievable, startling dust, fog, sand and stones, and flying debris.

After a while, the turmoil subsided.

Nangong stood in the air, his eyes were not variegated, his mind was not delusional, he raised his eyes and looked at the sky.

There, I don't know when there was an extra figure in fluttering clothes.

She stroked the piano in the sky, and the cold in her eyes was as if she could freeze everything.

"Old man, compared to your powerful fire power, the little woman now appreciates your state of mind more!"

The corners of Yan Yue's mouth lifted slightly, and her ten fingers fell to the second string of the Jiaowei Qin.

She didn't rush to pluck the strings, but looked at Nangong Li with a smile.

Nangong Li paused and said, "How can I have any state of mind? It's just that I've lived for a long time, and I just feel a little bit of it." ”

Yan Yue smiled and said, "Mr. Li, my Jiaowei Qin has a total of nine strings, and you have inherited the power of the first string, I don't know the power of the second string, can you still break it with your state of mind?"

After that, Yanyue moved his fingers.

In an instant, from Yan Yue's body, a majestic Fire Yuan Force began to frantically pour into the Jiaowei Qin.

With Yan Yue's actions, the entire Jiaowei Qin seemed to be on fire.

Finger movement, sound up.

One tone and one string, the sound moves out of the string.

"Whoa!"

Then I saw that one after another Yuanli strings burst through the air, and under the interweaving, a sharp and scorching string network was formed, and Nangong quickly left.

Seeing this, Nangong Li squinted slightly, but the person didn't move, still standing in the air.

"Boom!"

"Woooo

In a short time, the string power net attached to the monstrous fire was already close to Nangong Li.

Seeing that the fire net was about to bind Nangong Li, at this moment, Nangong Li moved.

I saw that his hands were quickly pinching, and under the stack of hand shadows, a complicated law suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Li suddenly gave a push palm.

Palm out, decide.

The law that was covered with fire, and in just one breath, it was transformed into the appearance of a bird spirit.

"Huh..."

I could only hear a crisp long sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

At the same time, the speed of the string force net did not slow down in the slightest, and the surging power of the fire element burned straight to the point that the space collapsed.

At this moment, there is a harp net beam in front of it, carrying the nine-day scale into the mortal dust, welcoming the bird spirit to take off, turning into a rolling fire wave to break the firmament.

In the blink of an eye, the string net collided with the oncoming fire-colored bird spirit.

I only heard a loud "bang", and the world shook violently.

Immediately after, a series of explosions came and went, and there was no end - bang, bang, bang!

The mighty sound and majesty instantly annihilated the entire heaven and earth, and under the eyes, only the fire-colored yuan force could be seen like a cloud, flying in the sky, and the space was burned apart, becoming messy and broken.

Receiving this blow, the soaring bird spirit suddenly disappeared, and the string fire net attacked Nangong Li after covering the sharp and scorching heat.

"Poof!"

Nangong was caught off guard, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the person also took advantage of the situation to retreat a little distance towards the back space.

Seeing this, Yan Yue smiled, smiling a little proudly, but there was a touch of yin owl in her pride.

"Old man, this is only the second string, don't you just can't bear it? Don't you be strong, the little girl has always respected her elders!"

At this time, Yan Yue sat suspended in the air, and the ten fingers of the piano also moved in front of him while speaking.

This time, instead of landing on the third string of the scorched tail, her fingers rested on the fourth.

Nangong Li looked at Yan Yue lightly, and for a moment, he sighed softly and said, "I thought that I would not use what the teacher left, but now it seems that it is impossible!"

When the words fell, Nangong Li waved his hand casually.

Then, in his hand, a wooden stick appeared.

This stick looks inconspicuous, but at first glance, it seems to be unusual.

But Nangong Li knew that this was the only thing his teacher left him.

Seeing Nangong Li's actions, Yan Yue's expression sank, she looked at the wooden stick, and her eyebrows couldn't help but be even more condensed.

"Since the old gentleman has a fairy treasure with him, why don't you take it out early?"

After a moment of silence, Yan Yue spoke, she couldn't see anything strange about the wooden stick, but she still said the same thing.

Nangong Li smiled and said, "This wooden stick is not an immortal treasure, since you told me Jiaowei, then I will also tell you that this stick is called Luochen!"

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