In the dark fog, a pitch-black demon god hundreds of meters tall and like a giant strode out.

With each step, the Demon God's feet shook the earth, causing everyone standing on the ground to shake from side to side uncontrollably.

"Roar!" the demon god stepped out of the black pillar of air and let out a roar-like roar. He blinked his fierce eyes, which were several times larger than the basin, and stared at Jiang Ziwei and He Huan angrily, making a snoring sound between his mouth and nose like a bellows pull.

"Look for death. The Heavenly Sword Demon's mouth suddenly opened, and his mouth spoke.

He held a huge hammer the size of a house, swung a beautiful arc in the void, and smashed it on the top of Jiang Ziwei and He Huan's heads.

The hammer roared, making a screeching sound as it fell. Seeing the giant hammer burning all the air rubbing, causing a flash of fire to appear in the air, Jiang Ziwei's face couldn't help but change suddenly.

"The giant hammer in the hands of this big guy is at least tens of thousands of catties. If this is smashed, it will be impossible for you to be spared. Quickly analyzing the force of the giant hammer swing, Jiang Ziwei's figure flashed, and he flew back to the rear.

He retreated quickly, He Huan retreated faster than him, the calm space was just rippling in a circle, and in the next moment, He Huan had already appeared in mid-air a hundred meters away.

"Boom", with a bang, the giant hammer in the hand of the demon god hit the air, directly hammering on the ground.

In an instant, with the giant hammer landing site as the center, the earth collapsed into the ground, and a huge crater with a diameter of 100 meters and a depth of tens of meters suddenly appeared.

Not only was the giant hammer hammered out of the deep pit, but the super concussive force also radiated out with the deep pit as the center.

The land within a radius of 100 miles was all under the impact of the huge force, shaking and undulating, and the strong man of the Sword Emperor who was standing on the ground and couldn't avoid it, only felt a thrust rushing into his legs, and his body was directly rushed into a height of dozens of meters.

"Wow...... Wow......"

With this blow alone, at least hundreds of Sword Emperor powerhouses were impacted by the force and spat blood from their mouths. Even the person who did not vomit blood had a particularly ugly complexion, his face was pale, his facial muscles twitched, and his body swayed.

The Sword Venerable powerhouse struck with all his might, and its power really shook the earth, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. Seeing that the Demon God fell short with one blow, raised the giant hammer again, and smashed it towards the top of his head, Jiang Ziwei couldn't help but let out an angry curse.

"Is this still over? If Uncle Ben doesn't fight back, you really think that Uncle is afraid of you. Jiang Ziwei shouted angrily.

Glancing at He Huan, Jiang Ziwei picked up his long sword, his body burst out, and flew straight towards the demon god.

In mid-air, two rainbow shadows of different colors flashed quickly. Jiang Ziwei and He Huan attacked the left and right eyes of the demon god in unison.

The sword light, like a shocking rainbow, just flashed in the void, and it came to the eyes of the demon god.

The demon god, who was obviously wielding a hammer and preparing to bombard, noticed that someone was attacking, and it was like a human being, so he gave up the hammer directly, suddenly withdrew his hand, and blocked his eyes with a palm the size of a roof.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There were two crisp sounds in succession, and the long swords in the hands of He Huan and Jiang Ziwei all stabbed into the palm of the demon god. The blade of the sword made contact with the palm of the demon god, emitting a crisp sound like gold and iron, and a dazzling fire burst out from the junction.

The Demon God's mist-like palm became as hard as metal the moment the blade stabbed it. So much so that He Huan and Jiang Ziwei, who were going all out, felt their arms shake fiercely at the same time.

"Roar!" the demon god let out a roar of rage, and his blindfolded palms pushed flat forward.

The palm of his hand fanned, bringing up a violent wind, and the super fierce power poured in along the blade of the sword, all the way down the arms of Jiang Ziwei and He Huan, before it burst on its own, directly knocking the bodies of the two out of the air.

In mid-air, He Huan and Jiang Ziwei had red bloodshot on the corners of their mouths, and their faces were as pale as paper. Finally stabilized their figures, standing in place, but the bodies of the two people couldn't stop trembling.

He Huan is better, he has always been torturing himself as a penance, and he shows enough indifference to any injury. And Jiang Ziwei's temperament was not as tough as He Huan, his body stood in place, and with a whoop, he spewed out a ten-foot-long blood arrow in one mouth.

Here, Jiang Ziwei and He Huan were injured by a blow from the Demon God, which made everyone in the Doctors Association who was watching the battle from a distance cry in shock.

Duanmu Qinglian bit her lip tightly, looking at He Huan, whose arms had already hung down and had lost most of his combat effectiveness, a look of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, she suddenly raised her long sword, gave orders to the sword cultivators of all the Healers' Association, and shouted loudly: "Everyone listen, kill the elders of the Sword Demon Sect with all your might." Kill Lu Hong, and directly promote to become an elder of the Doctors Association. ”

"Boom", the sword cultivators of those Doctors' Associations all galloped. Driven by huge interests and the smell of blood, everyone was full of fighting spirit and murderous thoughts.

Countless sword cultivators flocked to Chi to the Demon God, and before they could raise their swords to attack, the Demon God strode into the crowd. The demon god clasped his hands together and used his arms as clubs, opening and closing his bow left and right in the crowd.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of sword cultivators of the Healer's Association were blasted out by the demon god, the light ones broke their bones and tendons, and they lost their ability to fight, and the heavy ones were smashed into meat cakes on the spot, and their souls returned to heaven and earth.

The Demon God's body seems to be composed of mist, but its body is harder than an ordinary sword.

There is a sword cultivator who smoked cold and slashed at the demon god with the long sword in his hand, but he only stabbed out a spark, and he couldn't hurt the root of the demon god at all. Moreover, many people were bombarded by the anti-shock force of the demon god, and before they could hurt the demon god, they themselves were seriously traumatized.

In an instant, in the camp of the Doctors' Association, the number of dead and wounded exceeded 100, accounting for nearly 20% of the total number. Seeing that more and more of his subordinates were all killed under the attack of the Demon God, Duanmu Qinglian's face turned pale, and a mist rose in his eyes.

She is still a woman after all, if it weren't for the coincidence and acquaintance with Ye Feng, she would probably stay in Wanhua Valley, and in this life, she would not be accompanied by flowers and herbs, and she would not go out of Wanhua Valley for half a step.

Now, she has walked out of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers and become the president of the Doctors' Association above the tens of thousands of people, and her weak shoulders are destined to shoulder heavy responsibilities that others cannot share. Looking at his subordinates who were constantly dying tragically, Duanmu Qinglian was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

She knew very well that the two associations had a large number of people, and they seemed to be on an equal footing with the six major sword sects, but in fact, the biggest difference between the two was that the two major associations did not have a sword venerable powerhouse at all. Even if Luo Hu's master and Shangguan Weifeng's master were all here, they could only help resist a few Sword Venerable powerhouses, but they couldn't completely compete with the six sword sects.

"Could it be that the two associations are destined to be completely destroyed in this showdown?" Duanmu Qing thought with pity.

In fact, it wasn't just her who had such thoughts, Luo Hu, Shangguan Weifeng had all encountered the resistance of the Sword Venerable level elders of Yuxiu Sect, Luohua Palace, and Longyun Sword Sect right now. Their men suffered heavy casualties, but so far they have not seen the slightest glimmer of victory.

In the distance, Shangguan Wanjun, King Yin, and Shangguan Thunder all watched the battle, their eyes full of loss.

The reason why they still haven't made a move until now is because they know in their hearts that even if they do, they won't be able to reverse the current situation.

They could slightly stop the Sword Venerable-level elders of the Six Great Sword Sects who were doing it now, but who could stop the attack of the other elders and sect masters of the Six Great Sword Sects on the top of Futu Mountain.

The few people who had already expected that the Six Great Sword Sects were determined to destroy the minds of the two major associations knew that today, I am afraid that it would be really difficult for them to escape this calamity.

Among the several Sword Venerable powerhouses, Shangguan Wanjun's temper was the hottest.

Seeing that He Huan, Jiang Ziwei, and Shangguan Weifeng were covered in blood, but they were still fighting side by side with Li Xuchou and others to protect the country of the ten southeastern countries, stubbornly resisting the invasion, and his body exuded a strong aura of pathos.

"That's it, that's it. Death is death, people live, who can escape death, rather than living in the world, it is better to break now and die happily. Shangguan Wanjun shouted loudly.

He looked at King Yin and the Sword Venerable powerhouse who had been invited by him behind him, and shouted in a deep voice: "Everyone, you are invited to come, and you have nothing to do with this great battle. Now, I, Shangguan Lao'er, am going to fight with the Six Great Sword Sects, if you don't want to, you can turn around and leave, I will never stop you, and I will never hold a grudge. ”

The Hidden King's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of anger. He roared wildly: "Shangguan old ghost, what bullshit are you talking about. No matter how poor my Yin King is, I am not a person who values my life very seriously and is afraid of death. Don't say anything, I'm fighting with you now. ”

Behind the Hidden King, there were originally eight or nine Sword Venerable powerhouses that they had invited. Seeing that King Yin and Shangguan Wanjun were about to participate in the war, those Sword Venerable powerhouses all showed hesitation.

"Hidden King, I ......" a sword venerable powerhouse was about to excuse himself guiltily. But before he could finish speaking, the Hidden King had already interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"No explanation, I know what you mean. Brothers, you can be invited to come and save face for my Yin King and the old man Shangguan, which has made the two of us grateful. Now that this is the end of the matter, please come back. If I don't die, we will still be brothers in the future. If I die here, I will bother you to burn a few pieces of paper for me on the day of the memorial in the future. The Hidden King said heroically.

After saying this, he turned around, stood shoulder to shoulder with Shangguan Wanjun, and quickly walked towards the battle circle.

Behind the Hidden King, although many Sword Sect powerhouses admired the heroic spirit of the Hidden King, no one dispelled the idea of leaving.

Everyone knows that if you go backwards, although you are cowardly, you can live, but if you move forward, even if you are proud, you will not escape death in the end.

They, alive and well, don't want to die!

In an instant, King Yin and Shangguan Wanjun walked dozens of meters and came to the edge of the battle circle.

Just when the two of them were fully prepared and were about to pounce into the battle circle, suddenly, Shangguan Thunder, who had always been silent, flew over and landed on Shangguan Wanjun's side.

"You go back. Shangguan Thunder scolded Shangguan Wanjun in a deep voice.

Facing the scolding of his biological brother, Shangguan Wanjun's expression became obviously excited, and he roared and shouted: "I no longer have anything to do with the Shangguan family, what right do you have to stop me?"

Shangguan Wanjun's ruthless words obviously made Shangguan Thunder stunned for a moment. His old face was full of sadness, and suddenly, he reached out and patted Shangguan Wanjun's shoulder and said, "Wanjun, no matter what happens, you are my younger brother." The Shangguan family can't be without pillars, if this time, if someone must die, let me come. ”

After that, Shangguan Thunder was originally a palm that slapped on Shangguan Wanjun's shoulder, and suddenly exerted force, directly pushing Shangguan Wanjun out hundreds of meters.

Immediately after, Shangguan Thunder jumped forward, rushed into the battle group, and rushed straight towards the incomparable Heavenly Sword Demon.

"Brother!" Shangguan Wanjun looked at Shangguan Thunder's back and muttered in a lost voice.

He wanted to rush forward, but the roar of Shangguan Thunder rang in his ears again.

"Wan Jun, from now on, you are the head of the Shangguan family. Remember, you must take care of the Shangguan family, otherwise I will not spare you if I am a ghost. ”

The sonorous and tragic roar echoed in the void, hitting Shangguan Wanjun's mind like a heavy hammer.

Shangguan Wanjun, who was expelled from the family and never cried, was confused at this moment, and the tears could no longer be stopped, rolling down, sprinkled all over his clothes.