26 Life and death

No matter how ironic it was, Wen Chuanting still didn't want the Sword Pavilion to fall at the hands of a group of demon beasts. This is a question of position.

Moreover, the Sword Pavilion is the foundation of his survival, there are people he is familiar with, the fall of the Sword Pavilion will inevitably lead to a series of chaos and destruction, maybe the familiar things are no longer there, maybe the familiar people are gone, this brings sadness, without the familiar things, how can he survive as a small child?

He can take care of himself, this is in the absence of a threat to his life, if the Sword Pavilion is destroyed, can the demon beasts still be restrained and suppressed? Who will control it? Without a backing to resist, the world where the demon beasts are rampant will bring about the destruction of living beings, can he still confidently say that he can take care of himself?

"Can't!" asked Chuanting clenched his fists, at this moment, he complained a little about his small body, and even regretted that he enjoyed the warm life of being taken care of, just thinking about waiting for his body to mature a little and then cultivating, forgetting that this is a world of cannibalism, a world that follows the truth of a big fist.

He can not care about Sword Pavilion, Situ Ye, or Shangguan Mo Yan, but he can't care about Mo Weirui, and he can't care about Mu Yirou. The Sword Pavilion was destroyed, and few of them could live, Mo Mu and the two of them were not up or down in cultivation, and they were not ranked in the Sword Pavilion, even among the inner disciples, they were only in the middle and upper reaches, and there were still true disciples on it.

There are no resources to lean on, no strong background to rely on, everything can only rely on their own struggle, this is their sorrow, and it is also the sorrow of Wen Chuanting, he can't be as ruthless as Situ Wutu, who gave him blood and life, and can act recklessly.

After pondering for a while, he asked Chuanting to restrain his distracting thoughts. If everyone has no desires and no desires, there will be less fighting in the world, but it will stifle the development of progress, and it is nothing more than resting on its laurels.

"Cultivation is ...... Fist ......" sighed silently, and asked Chuanting with a faint sense of interest in his heart, he knew the truth of survival of the fittest, but he couldn't do anything at this moment, he had cultivated, he knew the difficulties, he was not afraid of hardships, and the only thing he needed was time.

At this moment, in the vicinity of the battlefield, Shangguan Mo Yan's sword fingers swiped, and the spirit sword flying in the air was agitated, differentiating into tens of millions of heroic lights, swaying and pounced on Bai Xianxian and Wu Jingming, in addition, Shangguan Mo Yan moved with the sword, his left hand and sword finger commanded the spirit sword, and his right hand cast a set of resoluteness, the thunder in the air rolled, and silver lightning pierced the sky, landing with Shangguan Mo Yan's fingers. In the face of thunder, Bai Xianxian had to dodge, this is not a matter of image, women love Rong, this is an indisputable fact, but in this battlefield of fighting, where is the time to take care of these.

Dodging the thunder, this is nature, as a demon beast, it is not easy to cultivate, thousands of years of cultivation into a human form, which has experienced too many tribulations, the tragic battle of the same clan when weak, and the competition for resources can lead to a bloody case. But so what? It's just a rendition of the law of the jungle, a manifestation of the law of the jungle.

The cultivation is high, but he has to face the tempering baptism of the heavenly thunder, in order to go further, he has to reshape the meridians and turn into a humanoid cultivation, this is a hurdle, the heavenly thunder is ruthless, there is no difference between relatives and aliens, and it treats all beings fairly like heaven and earth. After crossing the sky and the sea, it is a handful of fly ashes.

The white slender waist was like a boneless, and the body twisted and shuttled from the sword light and thunder, approaching Shangguan Mo Yan, the soft head turned into a huge silver-white snake head, and the blood basin opened its mouth, and the expansion and contraction swallowed the standing Shangguan Mo Yan.

Bai Xianxian shook her head, and the collision of her upper and lower jaws made her mind a little dizzy, but her perception was clearly reflected in her heart, what she bit just now was only an afterimage, and it did not really devour Shangguan Mo Yan's old man.

The moment the huge snake head retracted, it turned into a female head with a good face, with long hair fluttering, willow eyebrows, a small nose and a small cherry mouth, and the whole face gave people a delicate and soft feeling, without any snake cruelty.

Shangguan Mo Yan suddenly appeared from another direction, his left hand sword finger constantly commanding the spirit sword in the air, and his right hand perseveringly guiding the thunder to land. Hit Wu Jingming's body, he could only get a low roar, the green energy resisted the sword light, and the thunder that landed was shot down by him with a fist from afar, and the scattered thunder was like rain, hitting the fighting people and beasts, in exchange for a miserable howl.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion are okay, unlike the demon beasts who are naturally afraid of thunder. It's just that the attack of the Great Venerable level, even if it is scattered, it is not something that ordinary people can easily take, a puff of blood splatters in the air, and a charred body falls.

The city gate is on fire, and the fish in the pond are suffering!

In the face of the thunder that landed at any time, the demon beast was desperate and painful, and there was a vague sense of happiness in his heart, fortunately that there were not too many people who could release the thunder, and fortunately Shangguan Mo Yan, the old man's target of attack was not them. One by one, they didn't care about the opponent's attack, and the wolf rushed away from the battlefield where Shangguan Mo Yan was.

"Elder Shangguan can't go to the heavens to fight like Elder Situ?" I had to hide away from here with the monster with resentment.

"Roar!"

In the thunder, a huge centipede ten feet long appeared, and inexplicable green gas lingered, and the corpse on the ground was contaminated with a bit, and immediately turned into a puddle of yellow water. Thousands of centipede legs rowed, their bodies were like offline dragon boats, crashing into Shangguan Mo Yan, the green poisonous gas on their bodies was like burning, and the air was eroded in the sound of snorting, and the long legs were like scythes cutting the air, and the explosion sound was practiced.

In the hissing sound, the white slender body suddenly expanded and stretched, a silver-white giant snake appeared, and a pair of wings as thin as cicada wings slowly stirred up on the back of the house.

Shangguan Mo Yan commanded the thunder's arm to flung back suddenly, a small sword light burst out, the glory flashed, and disappeared in the air in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was already thirty zhang away in front of Mu Yirou who was facing the giant bear violently, the sword light crossed, and the two bear arms that almost wanted to stick to Mu Yirou fell down softly, in Mu Yirou's surprised gaze, the invincible giant bear slowly fell to the ground, a red line in the center of the eyebrows extended downward, as if the body could not bear the internal pressure, the bright red blood squeezed out of the red line, and the moment it fell to the ground, the huge bear body split in half, as if this fall, its entire body was shattered。

The roar shook the sky, adding a lot of sadness.

Mu Yirou didn't know where this sudden sword qi came from, the situation of fighting, there was no time for her to think about it, she was greeted by a group of monkeys like cannonballs, and thin snakes that didn't shoot out.

The wind gusted, roared again and again, Shangguan Mo Yan sent out a sword aura, and there was no time for him to care, the giant beast that turned into a prototype in front of him made him tired to deal with, the poisonous gas eroded the skin, like the forked tongue of a sharp sword shuttling around his body with a fishy smell, and there were barbs hanging on it, Shangguan Mo Yan believed that if he was accidentally scraped by Bai Xian's tongue, the loss of flesh and blood would be light, don't forget, there was a centipede on the other side releasing poisonous gas.