Mu Qianmei gave an order, and Mo Huan immediately led a group of masters to join the battle.

When the master came out, the scene suddenly changed again, and the situation that had just become one-sided reversed.

Lone Star Hall, Meteor Sword.

Meteor swordsmanship, as fast as a meteor, under the illumination of the lights, a series of sword lights draw a shining arc on the battlefield, and almost no one can stop the sword blade wherever it goes.

The fast ones dodged out, and the slow ones were cut out of wounds one after another, and in the blood flying, with unwillingness, they fell down.

Especially Mo Huan's Lone Star Sword Technique, this Lone Star Sword was realized from the Meteor Sword Technique, but the lethality displayed was incomparable, the same day.

At that time, when Mo Huan first realized this sword technique, he could cut off trees within a radius of one zhang, and now after continuous cultivation, he has made great progress.

He was armed with a long sword, and wherever he went, no one was invincible, and in a matter of moments, he had already killed and wounded a large number of enemies.

On this battlefield, the front line of decent martial arts is dominated by the masters of the Ximen family, the Tantric Buddha Sect, the Xuanqing Gate, the Nangong family and the Lone Star Hall, forming a solid defense line.

The monks of the Tantric Buddha Sect and the Taoist priests of the Xuanqing Sect, there are also many masters of the younger generation, and they have a deep study of the formation method, and now they are on the battlefield, and they are all three or five, or seven or nine people, one by one, they are in battle formations, staggered and complementary, and cooperate with each other, which also brings great lethality to the attack of the cult alliance.

Compared with the people of the decent martial arts alliance, the cult alliance is much more messy, not only do they look strange, but they are also wearing strange clothes, which makes people feel very weird.

However, weird is weird, and there are also all kinds of martial arts masters, strange moves, yin moves, frequent out, people can't guard against it, and there are also many decent martial arts alliance people who have died on their endless yin tricks.

It was a battle without much tactics.

On this dark moonless night, the two sides are fighting a war with no winners.

If this situation continues, no matter which side wins, it will be a crushing victory.

Kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself.

The battle was still in full swing, Situ Changxiao no longer laughed loudly, he looked at the battle in front of him coldly, his eyes became more and more solemn, and his expression became more and more cold.

No one knew what was going on in his mind.

Mu Qianmei was in the middle of the decent martial arts alliance team, watching the overall situation, issuing orders one after another at any time, and adapting to changes, all of which were adjusted with the battle situation.

Comparatively speaking, Situ Changxiao was much calmer.

He seldom gave orders, and watched his men fall one by one before his eyes, but he remained unmoved.

Maybe it's because I've seen too much, so my heart has become indifferent.

Or human life is really not worth mentioning in his eyes, especially the lives of others.

Feng Tianyu, Ouyang Bo, Master of the Illusory Sky, Tianyi Chang, Nangong Yao, Zhiyun Shitai and a group of old people were still standing not far in front of Mu Qianmei.

There are more powerful masters on the other side who have not yet played, how can they play easily?

Only Simon smiled, a person who could not see a fight, would rush to fight.

However, on the battlefield ahead, there was an elder who took the lead, and it was Simon who was good at using the Heavenly Thunder Knife with a smile, which really gave great encouragement to the soldiers in front.

The big opening and closing, the laughter was loud, it looked passionate and proud, and countless people were also affected by it, and the skill in the battle seemed to be a little stronger than usual.

That's where spirit comes in.

Liu Tingfeng, who was dressed in white, remembered Feng Tianyu's instructions, and always followed Mu Qianmei to protect her safety

Dangerous.

From a distance, the battle in front of the entire battlefield was fierce, and the middle and rear sides were relatively neatly formed.

The difference is that the two sides have completely different attitudes in saving lives and helping the wounded.

In the team of the Decent Martial Arts Alliance, there are women shuttling among them, cooperating with the accompanying military doctors, constantly helping back from the front or carrying back the injured people on stretchers.

They were then quickly moved to the rear of the team for bandaging and treatment.

However, in the ranks of the cult alliance, there does not seem to be such a configuration as a military doctor.

Everyone has an attitude that life and death depend on the sky, the dead fall to the ground, the injured also fall to the ground, most of them are ignored, only a small number of people who are probably from the same family, will occasionally help each other.

And the generals on both sides are also in stark contrast.

The people of the decent martial arts alliance saw a woman in a blue dress from a distance, calmly and calmly issuing one order after another, looking like the soul of the team.

That is Mu Qianmei.

And Liu Tingfeng, who was standing beside him, was dressed in white, spotless, and his expression was extremely calm and calm, only when he saw his own people injured or fallen, his eyes would reveal a little resentment and fierceness.

The two of them stood in the middle of the team, like a pair of fairy couples, and their righteous and awe-inspiring temperament was natural.

On the other hand, the commander of the Cult Alliance, Situ Changxiao, with his long black hair draped casually over his shoulders, a black dress covering his body, and a pair of cold eyes, as if he was a messenger from hell, the whole person was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

There is a distinction between good and evil, and sure enough, people are as their name suggests.

Suddenly, Situ Changxiao raised his right hand again, and ordered in a cold voice:

"The disciples of the Hell Hall of the Netherworld Sect listen to the order and attack immediately!"

The cold voice, combined with the flickering firelight in the dark night, was like a demon from hell, making people feel cold behind them, even cold to the depths of their souls.

Hell Hall?

Why didn't anyone know that the Netherworld Sect had such a branch?

Is it new? Or is it the trump card that he has been hiding deep in the shadows?

With Situ Chang's laughing order, a ghost-like man in black hiding behind the cult alliance team passed through the passage of the people in front of him and quickly rushed to the front line of the battle.

Their addition made the battle even more fierce.

Seeing their battles, people finally understood what it meant to be called a "hell hall".

It's a bunch of death squads.

And it's also a group of death squads with excellent swordsmanship.

All of them were dressed in black and held long swords, and the Netherworld Sword Technique was used to the extreme, and the Netherworld Sword Technique they made was not quite the same as Situ Changxiao's Netherworld Sword Technique.

Their swordsmanship was not as brilliant as Situ Changxiao's, but they seemed to be even more evil and gloomy.

Most importantly, they fought with all their might in battle, almost regardless of their own safety, and put life and death on the line.

They are like a group of demons who harvest life.

Some people even have their own serious injuries and are about to die, but they still don't care about the wounds on their bodies, and they want to stab their last sword with their last breath.

Then he died laughing.

In such a battle, the most important thing is psychological pressure, fighting with such a group of demonic people, even if the martial arts are higher than him, they are not afraid before fighting.

The men in black, who are all like walking corpses, are not only not afraid of death, but seem to think that death is the best destination.

And just like that, the battle at the front took another turn.

The people of the decent martial arts alliance are playing more cautiously and restrained.

If you are not afraid of high martial arts, you are afraid of those who will not die.

And now what they are facing is indeed a group of people with very high martial arts skills and who don't want to die.

The point is, their swordsmanship is still very evil.

Netherworld Sword Technique, the sword intent is already eerie and terrifying, and when it is performed by these outlaws, it adds a bit of yin energy.

The battlefield became hell.

More and more people died in the battle, both sides were rapidly depleting, and the battle at this time made the morale of the decent alliance lower and lower as they fought, and they were already retreating while fighting.

Liu Tingfeng, who was standing beside Mu Qianmei, frowned, now, the opponent's super-first-class masters have basically not yet played, but his own side has been tightly suppressed.

Mu Qianmei also has no better way to crack it for the time being, except for fighting head-on, what else can she do?

Liu Tingfeng said calmly:

"Senior sister, I think that if the battle continues like this, it will be very unfavorable to us, and we must reverse this situation."

"It's better for me to fight and boost morale!"

Although the voice was calm, there was a clear sense of anger in that tone.

Mu Qianmei pondered for a moment, then nodded and said:

"It's okay, you go, pay attention to safety, your battle, the other party will definitely adjust, will send a master to stop you, you must put safety first!"

Liu Tingfeng said helplessly:

"Senior sister, you also have to be careful, I shouldn't have left your side, but the situation is urgent, so I will go out to fight first, and then come back."

After speaking, he no longer hesitated, pulled out the Changfeng Sword, flew up, and quickly jumped to the front line of the battle.

Liu Tingfeng exerted all his light skills, fast as lightning, like a galloping wind, but in the blink of an eye, he saw a white shadow galloping, and it flashed to the front line in an instant.

The long sword pierced through the sky, and the sword intent struck majesticly.

The ice is moving!

A cold word is no longer enough to describe that kind of sword intent, the opponent in the past, when he was attacked by the sword intent of this sword technique, the first thing he felt was the cold that penetrated the bone marrow, and then he lost his combat effectiveness.

However, this time, wherever Liu Tingfeng's sword intent went, the enemy didn't have time to feel the cold, and it instantly turned into an ice sculpture.

Some people have stopped breathing before the excited look on their faces has time to fade.

And the attack range is very large, and no one in the semi-circular circle within the range of the battle in front of Liu Tingfeng can be spared.

Whether it was the black-clothed man in the Hell Hall, or the ordinary disciples of the cult alliance, and even the leaders of some small cult gangs, they all stopped breathing in an instant and turned into ice sculptures.

This is the ice and earth in the peak state.

This is also Liu Tingfeng's personal highest level of swordsmanship with hatred.

Many of the people on both sides of the battle had not had time to react, and Liu Tingfeng's second sword had already been sent out.

It's still icy!

Still angry!

Still in peak form!

The second sword stabbed out, and once again dozens of people became ice sculptures.

It wasn't until Liu Tingfeng stabbed out the third sword in a row that the enemy reacted and flew back.

No one dared to face it head-on.

Even the people of the Hell Hall, who didn't care about life and death, flew back out of instinct.