"Rush!"

More than 1,700 people followed their division commanders closely and rushed towards the roaring brute beasts.

"My son Yuanqing ......"

Father Cen stepped on the wind, and looked far away in the direction of the Dead God Peak.

"Don't blame your father, your mother suffered a hidden injury when she was young, and she couldn't live for half a hundred years with the best elixir, six years ago, six years ago...... Ay! My father knows that you have a deep affection for Xiu'er, and if you know about it, you are afraid that you will collapse, so you have been persecuting you with the matter of refining knives. ”

"I didn't expect you to be so promising, and you were actually chosen by the gods and demons inheritance! On the day of my father's death, I saw the picture of you leaving with the Supreme in Tianhai Valley, and your mother must be in the spirit of the sky, and she is also extremely pleased! ”

Long gray-white hair fluttered on his temples. Father Cen's eyes were vast and gentle.

"Don't admit defeat, protect Dongling, and grow into a real man!"

With an angry roar, a rippling sword light was cut, and this middle-aged man named "Father" disappeared into the tumbling beast tide!

"Yuan Qing! Yuanqing, don't be in a daze! ”

grabbed Shui Chengzhi, who wanted to escape, and found that Cen Yuanqing was in a daze, so he called his name loudly!

"Oh!"

With an exclamation, Cen Yuanqing woke up from the inexplicable fugue just now, for some reason, at that moment just now, he frequently wanted to look at the back of the Dead God Peak, as if someone was calling his name on the extremely distant ice field.

"Come, come, come! One more time! One more sword sacrifice! You can't just lose! ”

"Never give up!"

After Ji Zimo woke up Cen Yuanqing, he desperately encouraged the six people present, while throwing the spineless Shui Chengzhi into Cen Yuanqing's arms, and on the other hand, he stuffed a Feng Qi Dan into the mouth of Zhuo Yongsi, who was almost angry!

"Grandma's a bear! Kill him! Kill him! Damn it's tiny! Lao Tzu has long said that she is unreliable! The girls are very weak, and they will be deserters when they see the battlefield! Shi Cheng very much agrees with Ji Zimo's idea, but he has not forgotten to slander Zhen Xiaoxiao, who has always been at odds with him.

"Shut up!" Giving up Chaolu, who was fighting against fate, he silently sharpened his knife towards Shicheng, and until this time he had not forgotten the young master's advice.

Either on their own initiative or under duress. The power of the seven people once again converged in one place, they burned their lives, breaking the rule that only once a moment can the sword be sacrificed, and from the array, a bloody holy sword was sacrificed!

Sou!

Lian Zimao's hands were hot.

Suddenly, a crimson sword appeared!

This sword is slightly different from the previous silver holy sword, the meaning of mutilation is clear, and even the strength is strong and weak, extremely unstable, as if it will collapse at any time. But on this sword, there is an unprecedented will......

A kind of persistence that is not strong and mighty, but it is broken!

I want to be a blade!

Slay the enemy of the Eastern Spirit!

"Brothers and Disciples......

Holding a heavy sword, red blood and tears quickly rolled out from Lian Zimao's eyes.

The seven people on the battlefield, if it weren't for the sheath of the sword, they were all Dongling Tianjiao, but for the weapons of the gods and demons, they gambled everything they had in their own hands!

"I can't lose! I am the only incarnation god of Dongling! ”

The bones of his right hand were shattered, and he held the instrument in his left hand, snapped his fingers, and flew out of the six jade coffins after the death of the god peak.

In each coffin, there is a spiritual gate or the ancestor of the East Hall sleeping!

Stepping on these cold coffins, Lian Zimiao once again strode towards Abu Yuyan who was laughing wildly!