They all said that we should go with the flow, but I always believed that man would conquer heaven, and this was what the old people who had passed away told me. ’

Old Scar's gaze looked at the Great Demon of the Five Realms in front of him.

At this moment, he has several wounds all over his body, on his hands, legs, chest, and back......

Nowhere can I look at it.

The qi and blood around his body also fell to the bottom, and he couldn't even hold the sword tightly in front of the five realms demon beasts in front of him, but from beginning to end, he stood upright and never fell.

"Wood Boy!!"

Mu Cang, who was fighting from afar, heard the prestige.

I saw the bloody old scar swaying his body, and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that day......"

"Take me back when you're done, and let me see what the world is like now."

As the old scar's words fell, the green tendons on his forehead lifted, and his hand grasped the long knife.

He met the Boundless Demon Beast.

When the opponent's claws cut through his neck, the long knife in his hand also pierced the demon beast's heart, and under the vibration of qi and blood, the demon beast's heart veins were shattered.

Now the wooden warehouse has never yelled as loudly as it did last time.

He was silent, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye between closed eyes, mixed with the blood on his face, running down.

Kikura clenched his spear and fought his way to the fallen old scar.

"Go ...... well"

He said this slightly, and then turned his gaze to the eyes.

The gun on Mucang's body has become a success, and there is already a man who has the courage to open it!

As the last rays of the sun fell.

The drumming of the city also stopped.

The drum hammer in Du Aniang's hand fell, clanging, her face was bloodless, and her wrist was already bruised.

If she had been called that ordinary woman, she would have died early in the morning by beating drums under such heavy snow.

The drums stopped, and the sky sank.

But the fighting on the wasteland never stopped for a moment.

From day to night, and then to the rising of the dawn.

Round after round, and over again.

After all, the body of a warrior is not comparable to that of a monk and a demon race, and it still needs to be replaced, and it is also under such a turn that the human race has gained a firm foothold in the wasteland.

Some of them lost their hands and feet when they returned, and some even didn't come back, and I don't know how many corpses in the wasteland have not been recovered......

Snow fell and fell on everyone's shoulders.

In the ice and snow, there are still people who fight tirelessly, most of them have been covered by the blood, and they can't tell who is who.

Someone falls, someone picks up......

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Chen Changsheng sat there motionless, as if he didn't care about the outside world.

'Yuxuan' was inexplicably a little uneasy when she saw it.

It seems that Chen Changsheng is confident.

She closed her eyes, and her gaze fell on the wasteland.

"There is a tendency to resist......"

'Yuxuan' raised her eyebrows slightly, which was somewhat unexpected by her.

There are only about thirty monks left in the Divine Domain, and the rest are ordinary martial artists, and in this situation, they can even compete with nearly ten thousand demon tides.

She looked sideways at Chen Changsheng and said, "What else do you have?" ”

Chen Changsheng paused, turned his head to look at her, and said, "Chen is just a spectator. ”

He didn't feel like he had done anything.

The people of the Divine Domain had already arranged everything.

From Jiang Shouyi to Song Gudao, everything seems to have been arranged.

Chen Changsheng said again: "Now it's a fight between man and heaven!" ”

'Yuxuan' snorted lightly and said, "How can a person win the sky." ”

"That's what most people in this world think."

Chen Changsheng said: "But there are also a very small number of people who believe that people will be able to defeat the way of heaven. ”

Yuxuan said, "Let's see." ”

……

Now the wasteland is in a stalemate.

Both sides need a breakthrough.

But it is precisely this breakthrough that is the most difficult to find.

Today's demon clan has lost any of the Eight Realms Great Demons.

And on the side of the human race, there is no monk comparable to the Great Demon of the Eight Realms.

Kikura looked at the situation and suddenly felt bad in his heart.

The main combat power of the human race today is mostly ordinary warriors, and its endurance is far inferior to that of the demon race.

In the second half of the night, the battle was obviously difficult, and the stalemate between the two sides began to change, and the demon clan obviously had the upper hand.

"Hold on!!"

Kikura said a word and said, "I'll think of a way!" ”

He left the moor alone, and in a moment he was back in the city, and through the gap, he came to the moor.

Kikura's eyes looked at the sword hanging from the snowy mountain.

"Senior Jiang!"

Mucang said: "Before Song Kuishou left, he told me that if he is in trouble, he will come to you to find a way to solve the dilemma!" ”

The sword that hung over the snowy mountain fell.

Jiang Shouyi's remaining wisp of remnant soul was revealed, he glanced at the wooden warehouse in front of him, and then said: "He has already left the method of solving the difficulty, and it is placed in the second-floor partition of his small courtyard study. ”

After hearing this, Mucang was stunned and said, "The kid wrote it down!" ”

"Go ahead."

Jiang Shouyi waved his hand slightly, and at the moment when Mucang turned to leave.

His remnants had dissipated with the snowstorm, and he had completed his final mission.

After Mu Cang returned to the Divine Domain, he immediately went to Song Gudao's residence before his death, and after entering the small courtyard, he began to rummage in the study.

Flipping through the partition before reaching the second cabinet, he saw a piece of paper that was lying there.

When Kikura saw the contents of the paper, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's ......"

It only took a moment for him to understand.

He was back in the moor.

looked around, but saw a scuffle in front of him.

"Where is the Divine Domain Monk!"

As the words fell, more than a dozen monks broke out of the battle.

After seeing the wooden warehouse, everyone hesitated.

Until one of them spoke, "I've seen the leader." ”

Mucang was also stunned when he heard this.

Then the crowd shouted.

"I've seen the leader!"

Mucang came back to his senses in a trance, and he spoke: "I need you to protect me, in the middle of that front, fight a bloody way!" ”

Everyone looked at each other.

"Obey!"

Kikura cut his hand, streams of blood flowed down, and he held the gun in one hand and dragged the gun and ran over.

Blood flowed down the tip of the spear, creating a continuous trail on the ground.

More than a dozen monks followed, immediately guarding his side.

When a few people attacked from the other side, there were more than ten monks, and only seven remained.

And Mukura was already pale, bleeding too much, and his steps were shaky.

"Tired!"

Kikura then rushed into the formation alone, but he didn't rush in to kill the demon.

His form constantly shifted between the crowd and the demons, leaving blood stains on the ground with each passing one.

It wasn't until a long time later that the great array of blood was imprinted on the wasteland.

Kikura had no more strength left and fell to his knees.

The vision before him blurred, and with the last bit of will, he sat cross-legged.

The palm of his hand pressed against the blood line on the ground.

"Buzz."

Suddenly, the wasteland shook!

And the blood line that was connected was also revealed at this moment, turning into a large array.

"Array !!"

Mu Cang roared: "Eight directions of blood, into my divine body!" ”