Qiwu Mountain, which is surrounded by clouds and fog all the year round, the wonderful formation is broken layer by layer, the smoke is scattered, and what is exposed is the head of the black press, the battle in the sky, the bloody battle again, the flesh and blood flying, the figure is heavy, the spell and the sword bow and gun, the fist and the legs, every shout to kill, there is a person or a demon falls. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In an instant, the battle situation was stalemate, and at the first time, Min Yun and Yan Huai fought against each other.

The high priest of the demon clan then flew up, dancing the dead branches, and at the same time attacked Yan Huai's back.

There are many things that go wrong, and sometimes there is no so-called morality.

"Despicable!"

Yan Huai scolded, his whole body was shocked, he held a double knife, danced into a full moon, and with a spin of his body, the double knife turned into a hurricane, into a whirlpool storm, in the storm, countless sharp blades swept out quickly, and suddenly went towards Min Yun and the high priest.

Min Yun and the high priest moved at the same time, one swung his sword, and the other pushed his palm, instantly forming a sword net palm wind.

The boundless sword net, the sharp palm wind, the storm blade, the three attacks were intertwined in an instant, and the dense whirlwind and energy burst violently.

The three figures retreated sharply, and in the blink of an eye, they flew and collided, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became.

Near, wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and in the distance, swords and swords.

Either you die or I die.

The entire Qiwu Mountain has been surrounded and shrouded by shouting and killing and bloody battles.

Lu Zheng and Lu Qingzhuo, father and daughter partners, back to back, one wields a sword, one holds a whip, and the sword spirit is affected by the qi bag from time to time to emerge from the sweeping formation, the two of them have a sword spirit, killing all directions, invincible.

However, the shrimp soldiers and crabs will be killed, and they will usher in more and more powerful main combat forces, all of which are one enemy and one hundred, and the worst is actually a king-level cultivator, and the emperor-level powerhouse is even more grasped.

Lu Zheng's special team of three people gradually became a little dangerous.

A few swords were pierced in the diagonal, a few knives were attacked in the back, and a few palms came on the head.

Lu Zheng attacked, Lu Qing attacked the side in all directions, and was protected by the back, and the deadly heavy attacks had just disappeared, but he didn't want to, and further behind, there were still more than a dozen spell attacks eyeing him.

Seeing that one of the three Lu Zheng must be injured.

"Broken!"

Suddenly, a clear drink, a beam of frost overwhelmingly rushed in.

There was a field of ice and snow, frost filled the sky, and dozens of spell attacks disappeared in an instant.

Behind the smoke rising, dozens of screams rang out.

And a graceful shadow looms.

The fog cleared slightly, revealing the peerless cold face of Dugu Ant.

Lu Zheng pulled his lips and smiled, his eyes widened in an instant, but he saw that behind Dugu Antsheng, Lan Buregret, Qiu Chi and Mo Zifeng, the three of them took their subordinates in the door, each with one expression, suddenly appeared, and fought with Dugu Antsheng.

Immediately, several people suddenly looked in his direction, and then rushed over together, fighting all the way, and they did not hesitate to merge with him.

Several people crossed the wartime alliance of the three forces in the middle of the Dao Demon, and formed a tacit understanding again.

The team of three people instantly expanded into a huge camp with seven people as the main force and several major forces on the side.

A wave of ambition slammed into Lu Zheng's heart, Lu Zheng swept his comrades one by one, shouted, the talisman array in his left hand, and the fire sword in his right hand, suddenly rushed to the front, opened and closed, opened and closed left and right, like the god of war possessed, relying on momentum alone, he threw off the opponent half a street.

"I think this kid has taken a strong pill, right?"

Mo Zifeng, who was the most proficient in things, laughed twice, and the first one rushed forward after him.

Dugu Ant and others followed suit.

No need for any words, you attack and I defend, I defend and you attack, the formation changes, the spell follows, the sword is dominant, the exquisite fist, the sharp leg attack, come and go, overwhelmed.

In the blood foam flying, smiling and watching the wind and clouds pass, the most high-spirited and immortal.

Fu array, sword spirit, sword intent, spiritual techniques, virtual and real play, and amazing destructive combos, Lu Zheng is extraordinarily windy, and in the shortest time, it attracts the enemy's greatest firepower.

With the flames of war, Rao is an alliance of one camp, and it cannot help but be broken up by successive opponents.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Zheng had entered the encirclement situation, and he fought against dozens of opponents on the Cangli Continent, most of whom were emperors.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, not to mention that the difference in strength is like a chasm.

After a while, Lu Zheng's body was covered in blood, and when he turned around again, several sharp blades in front of him suddenly enlarged.

At the critical moment, a sharp knife light was inserted from outside the sky, and with just one blow, the wind and clouds changed color, and several sharp blades attacking Lu Zheng instantly shattered into slag.

"Bang dang!"

Suddenly, the knife plunged into the ground, and the force was so great that the ground showed signs of cracking in an instant.

Lu Zheng looked at it, and it was the murderous knife Wuji who broke through to save the emergency!

In the next moment, the cold-faced and cruel young man, Dugu's love fell from the sky, and he picked up the fierce knife Wuji inserted in the ground with one foot, held it with his hand, and waved it.

In an instant, the fierce and incomparable bloody resentment soared to the sky, and the powerful impact instantly shook back the dozens of cultivators who had surrounded and killed again.

Dugu Liqing handed Lu Zheng a gesture of raising his hand to wipe his neck, and when he turned around, his eyebrows and eyes were excited, and he jumped into a bloody battle.

Lu Zheng laughed dumbly, his paralyzed palm regained his strength, held the hilt of the Flowing Fire Sword, shouted, and rushed forward.

From the battle between Japan and China to the twilight, from the twilight battle to the sunrise, the fierce battle that lasted for a day and a night, the sword light and sword shadow, and the magic attacks of the fierce and glamorous, endlessly, some people fell, some people jumped, and the sky changed color when they killed, and the sun and the moon were also dyed red.

Behind Lu Zheng, thousands of sword intents appeared again, and with his arm fingers, they were devastated, and they slammed into the dozens of emperor steps that jumped up at the same time in front of him.

Dozens of emperors joined forces, such as chopping melons and vegetables, and in an instant, all the dense sword intent in the sky was solved, but then, they met that the foreground changed suddenly, the wind blew and the sand flew, and unconsciously, they came to a boundless desert with a scorching sun.

Someone exclaimed, "Oh no! It's a fantasy!"

Tongtian sycamore emitted a sharp fluttering sound of "lalala", and in the falling leaves, people also flew, and blood flew.

The people of the two continents killed the red eyes and killed the sword, but the more they killed, the more brave they became, and they had to fight to the death.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Yan Huai let out a terrible scream.

A blood-stained severed arm was thrown into the sky, half with a bang, and fell to the ground with a muffled "bang".

Min Yun and the high priest went up together, and the continuous attack in an instant made Yan Huai retreat step by step, and the blood on his body erupted, and his life was in danger.

The cultivators who had left the continent were stunned for a moment, and then shouted in the blink of an eye.

"Lord Yan!"

It was another half-day of blood and flesh fighting, Yan Huai, who lost his left arm, lost his strength and was attacked by the joint efforts of Min Yun and the high priest, and was seriously injured and flew out upside down.

If it weren't for the fact that a few diehard cultivators from the Cangli Continent rushed out to resist at the critical moment, one of Yan Huai's lives would have to be confessed under the Sycamore Tree in the Exotic Land.

Cangli Continent has lost the leader, and the Lingwu Continent has also suffered heavy casualties, for a while, both sides are sad and angry, but the gap in strength is still a reality.

The people from the Cangli Continent from the high-level plane, whether it is a single person's lethality or overall strength, are much higher.

Although the Lingwu Continent had the advantage of being outnumbered at home, it was also gradually showing defeat, supported by ambition and indignation alone.

Yan Huai pushed away the guards beside him and fought with Min Yun and the high priest again.

The three of them moved at the same time, fought for 200 rounds, and their flesh and blood flew up, and both were defeated.

"Poof. ”

The one who vomited the most blood was naturally Yan Huai.

The two holy orders fought against the other holy order, and this other holy level was still a disabled person who had just lost an arm, although he could not win, but in the end, it was still Min Yun and the high priest who were skilled.

When Min Yun's sword and the high priest's dead branch pressed against Yan Huai's neck, the bloody battle came to an abrupt end.

The cultivators of the Lingwu Continent, who had barely supported it until now, had a feeling of dreaming in the blink of an eye.

Yan Huai laughed cruelly, and yelled evilly: "The Yan family is insignificant if I am one Yan Huai. As long as you continue to take down these low-level pigs in the Lingwu Continent, then you will win and the task will be completed!"

In Yan Huai's words, he actually told his companions not to care about his life and death and continue to fight.

If this is the case, the alliance between the human race and the demon race in Qiwu Mountain will suffer heavy casualties, and the outcome of the final bloody battle is still unknown.

The people who have left the mainland are restless again.

Min Yun's eyebrows and eyes suddenly became angry, and as soon as he raised his hand, he was about to kill Yan Huai, who did not know whether he was alive or dead, with a sharp sword.

The high priest stopped and appeased him in time, and said in a loud voice: "Sect Master Min, please be cautious! It's not a pity to die this thing, but the overall situation is important, so it's better to leave him with a remnant life." ”

The high priest grabbed Min Yun's arm, leaned over and suppressed the voice, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Sect Master Min has killed with a wave of his sword this time, but in this way, the people of the Aoyun Sect are afraid that they will lose more lives in the next fierce battle." As their ancestor, how can you bear it?"

In the end, Min Yun's fingers moved several times, but he still didn't swing the sword down.

And not everyone who has left the mainland is like Yan Huai who forgets to die.

Yan Huai thinks he is insignificant, but obviously, others don't see it that way.

The high priest invited him with his life, and the two sides stopped fighting and negotiated.

In Yan Huai's unwilling scolding, the two sides reached an agreement.

The Lingwu Continent let Yan Huai go, and promised to welcome the people who left the mainland to come again, and at that time, there would be a specific "discussion" on the matter of the horse's pawn.

And Cangli Continent promised to withdraw immediately, close the space and break the hole, and within this Jiazi, he would never set foot in the Lingwu Continent.

Everyone on both sides swore an oath with their demons, drank their blood together, and made an oath, and the violator was born with a demon and died in an explosion.

Yan Huai was pressed by his companions who left the continent, and he was also forced to make a demonic oath, and was flocked to the five flowers by all the cultivators who were afraid of breaking the contract and exploding, covering his mouth, and sending him out of the Lingwu Continent.

The flying beast carrying the cultivators of the Cangli Continent hovered high, roared, and disappeared outside the spatial hole in an instant, and the spatial hole closed with it.

When the smoke dissipated, Qiwu Mountain under the bloody battle was devastated and unrecognizable.

The people and demons on the ground clenched their fists and watched.

This protracted and bloody battle across two continents finally ended with the two sides signing the Jiazi Covenant. (To be continued.) )