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On the battlefield, there was a strong smell of blood, and Xingyue held a divine sword and rushed to kill in the crowd.

Dodging the fatal blow of the enemy behind him, Xingyue's body showed an unnatural twisted posture, and then gave the enemy behind him a fatal blow, which is the skill of the Second Ring Battlefield.

Different from the First Ring Battlefield, here, everyone is promoted from the First Ring Battlefield, and the combat skills and experience of the First Ring Battlefield may not even be enough to save their lives in the Second Ring Battlefield.

Therefore, you need to comprehend, understand, and master new and different fighting skills, only in this way can you have a chance to win on the battlefield of the Second Ring.

Just like the current Xingyue, he always twists his body unnaturally in a sudden moment, in order to give the enemy the most fatal blow and harvest the enemy's life.

While resisting her own attacks, Xingyue was looking for an opportunity to give the enemy a fatal blow, and in such a high-intensity battle, Xingyue's second blood ring was no longer so illusory.

In the past hundred years, Xingyue has never used his first ring technique, because he remembers very well that when Huang told him that if he used the ring technique, there would be a period of weakness, and in that period of weakness, his life would be in extreme danger.

To put it bluntly, ring art is not used to kill, but to die together.

In this cruel battlefield of the Second Ring, except for the immortal body and Pangu Open Heaven Slash a hundred years ago, Xingyue has never seen any ring technique again, and he may die without ring spells, but if he uses ring spells, he will definitely die.

A sharp birdsong resounded throughout the battlefield, and the birdsong was full of anger, unwillingness, and resentment, and it was hard to imagine that a chirp could convey so many emotions.

Xingyue sliced his opponent in half with a single sword, and looked in the direction of the birdsong, and a large bird with raging flames flew into the sky.

"Wuling, leave me alone, let's go!" an anxious voice sounded, and then, the entire burning firebird flew towards the battlefield.

"The flames are blazing. A terrible birdsong sounded, and then, the battlefield instantly turned into a sea of fire.

"No, Suzaku, come back quickly. A terrible shout, the voice was heartbreaking.

Hearing this voice, Xingyue's heart immediately trembled, and he felt a pain, a pain that went deep into his heart. So without saying a word, Xingyue, who was holding the divine sword, rushed directly to Suzaku.

This voice was all too familiar to him, yes, it was the voice of the Pontifical, or rather, it was exactly the same as the voice of the Pontifical See.

Xingyue had already guessed who this person was, and she had also guessed who the firebird named Suzaku was. He had to go, because the woman was very similar to the Holy See.

"Desperate!" said a faint, slightly playful voice.

"Master, look at your subordinates. A flattering voice said.

Then, a figure flew into the sky, "Void Fear." A deep voice sounded in the air, and the phantom of a portal slowly solidified behind the man, and the door of the void opened, and the void seemed to tremble violently with fear.

The Void Gate opened a gap slightly, and endless black divine light shot out from the void, no matter who was the enemy or me, there were no living beings within a radius of a hundred miles.

As the Void Gate slowly opened, more and more black rays shot out, and the range of attacks was gradually expanding. All the men stopped fighting and fled in fear.

Finally, the eyes of the figure in front of the Void Gate suddenly opened, and a black divine light flashed through its eyes, looking at the dying bird.

"Enjoy, your last days. "It's not loud, but it's heard all over the battlefield.

"Suzaku, come back quickly. At this moment, a strong man with a large knife rushed over.

"Come back to Suzaku. "A cyan dragon flew in from afar. The cyan dragon's claws were dripping with bright red blood.

"Suzaku, don't be impulsive!" Bai Amber, who had wings on his back and was covered in snow white and exuding a divine luster, rushed over with endless blood and water along the way.

"Suzaku. A deep voice sounded, a huge turtle, the turtle's back coiled a big cyan snake, the big snake spat letters, the blood in its mouth kept falling to the ground.

"Chirp", the giant bird glanced back at a few creatures, his eyes were full of reluctance, and then raised his head to the sky with a long roar. With the flames that vibrated the void, he rushed towards the creature that had cast the fear of the void.

Black and red each occupy half of the sky.

With the breath of the shattered void, the endless black light shot towards the Vermilion Bird, and the Vermilion Bird raised its head to the sky and roared, and to this endless flame, flew towards the creature.

The huge body was pierced by endless black rays, and the blood of the burning flames fell to the ground, imprinting the red earth with little by little black.

Looking at the devastated Vermilion Bird, the three divine beasts and the middle-aged man all looked up to the sky and howled in pain. They want to rush forward, but they just want to, they're human beings, they have their own thoughts, they act with a purpose.

Action is because of the purpose, and the purpose determines the action, and every reasonable person is like that.

Sometimes, however, emotions break through the defenses of reason, and then there is no causal relationship between their actions and their goals.

"Five Spirit Immortal Emperor Seal. A faint voice rang out, soft, but emotionless. Then, a shadow of a mountain glowing with a strong five-colored divine light slowly floated into the void.

The five-colored divine light swirls around her, and she is like a fairy king descending to the mortal world, her cold face does not contain a trace of human fireworks, at this moment, she is an immortal, the only immortal in this world.

The fairy's cold eyes stared closely at the burning giant bird, and a trace of cold air leaked out of his eyes, freezing the blood mist in the sky into pieces of blood flowers, floating down.

She raised her right palm, which was as slender as jade, and her wide but shabby sleeved robe danced in the air with the wind, and the five-colored energy in the sky condensed into a giant palm that covered the sky, and the palpitating energy continued to gush out from the giant palm, tearing the space and suppressing the earth.

The people on the ground looked at the huge palms in the sky, the palpitating energy made the endless creatures tremble, and watched the giant palms in the sky pass by, and the space was also broken a little crack, and the endless space-time turbulence raged the space.

Then on the huge palm, endless chains appeared, one end connected to the palm, and the other end stretched into the void. This is the Heavenly Dao Chain, which does not allow the existence of power beyond the limit.

Looking at the huge palm of the sky that was locked by the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, Xingyue's eyes showed a deep admiration, could her ring technique be stronger than hers?

The woman in the sky looked at the scarred fire phoenix, her heart was broken, that was her only confidant, for her, she could do anything, even her life.

"Ahh "Roar. The middle-aged man and the three divine beasts roared to the sky and knelt on the ground, but they didn't dare to cast the ring technique, if they cast the ring technique, they would all die on this battlefield.

Death is not new to them, but if they can live, they will never think about dying, even if it is more painful to live than to die.

The giant palm swept through the sky, and all the black color was quietly annihilated after touching the giant palm that shone with five-colored divine light, and returned to the void, but gradually, the luster of the giant palm became weaker and weaker, and finally, one day, the shackles of the Dao were dispersed.

Without the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, the giant palm no longer has the power it used to be.

"Bang. The seriously injured Suzaku finally could no longer support it, and with a cry, Suzaku fell straight from the sky and fell heavily to the ground.

Then, the flames were extinguished, and the flaming red feathers had long since died of their former luster, staring at the shadow in the sky with godless eyes, revealing indescribable emotions, some joy, some sadness, some blame, some reluctance, and some reluctance

The Five Spirit Immortal Emperor Seal, which was no longer restricted by the Heavenly Dao, swept away all the black divine light, passed through the void, and slapped heavily on the creature in front of the "Void Fear".

With a bang, a cloud of blood mist dispersed in the void, and then, the huge palm was imprinted on the void fear, the void was annihilated, and endless energy swept the heavens and the earth.

The weakened five spirits fell into the sky, and the dying Suzaku stretched out its dull wings and caught the five spirits that fell from the sky.

The young man in the Chinese robe, who was called the master, looked at all this with a frown, he did not take action to save his subordinates, nor did he order his subordinates to save his subordinates.

"Wuliang, kill him. Like blood-stained red lips, the young man's indifferent voice sounded again. In his eyes, all people are like ants, because he belongs to the unbounded and has a noble status.

"Yes. The young man named Wu Liang may be cold by nature, with no expression on his face, cold as frost, looking at the five spirits who were holding the head of the Suzaku in his arms, Wu Liang took out the sword in his hand, and walked towards the Suzaku and the five spirits who hugged each other in the field step by step.

"Huh" Suzaku's eyes were full of hatred and looked at Wu Liang, like blood flowing from his wounds, even if he was dying, the breath of the murderous calendar still did not diminish in the slightest.

Wu Ling glanced at the helpless three beasts and young men in the distance, there was no help, no disdain, some were just calm, looking at the weak Suzaku in his arms, the corners of his mouth with blood stains were slightly upturned, and he smiled, it was so poignant and charming.

"Sparrow, I'm here. Saying that, Wuling slowly stood up, looking at Wu Liang who was slowly walking towards him, no fear, no fear, only persistence in his eyes, insisting on guarding the confidant behind him.

"Ling'er, let's go, you're not her opponent, I'll drag him for you!" Suzaku behind him struggled to stand up, but he fell heavily on the ground, bleeding nonstop.

"Without you, who will dance for me!" Wu Ling said with a smile.

"Without you, who will play the piano for me!" Suzaku said with a smile.

Wuliang approached, looked at the five spirits like the end of a strong crossbow, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed it head. Wu Ling, who had no strength anymore, closed her eyes and waited for death to come, at least, she would die in front of Suzaku.

Just when the sword was less than a millimeter away from Wuling's head, Wu Liang stood up the movement in his hand, looking at the blood-colored divine sword that pierced his body, and the blood flowed down the blood groove to the ground.

Feeling the passage of life, he looked back with difficulty to see the person who killed him, but he only saw a gray ragged robe, gray hair, and a thin back.

Xingyue slowly pulled out his divine sword, and fell to the ground in Wuliang unwillingly and puzzled, his eyes were still open, staring at the thin back, to death, he didn't know who killed him.

The young man who was called the master just looked at all this coldly, he could have reminded his servant Wuliang, but he didn't, he calmly watched Xingyue walk behind Wuliang, calmly watched Xingyue pierce Wuliang's body, and calmly watched Wuliang die.

From beginning to end, he was so peaceful, life was like a mustard to him, even if it was his own servant.

Holding a blood-dripping divine sword, Xingyue turned his back to the five spirits and the Suzaku bird, and the tattered robes almost like strips of cloth hunted in the fishy wind.

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