When the two fought, Mr. Song was casting a nether spell.

It was about an old incantation, it sounded difficult and obscure, and the rhythm and rhythm were quite peculiar, but as the voice grew higher-pitched, the strange incantation had a taste of mercy and righteousness.

Although the spell is cast on the barren mountains and mountains, it is like a Buddhist song sung in harmony by thousands of monks in a brightly lit temple.

A sudden light lit up in the chant, and grew stronger with the passionate incantation.

The beasts and birds of the mountains were startled, and they cried out in fear from afar.

The five relics reflect the figures of the three high monks, they are lying or sitting, or holding a bow or making a seal, the light on the top of the mountain is already dazzling, and under the guidance of the mysterious spell power, it is arranged into a huge circle with intricate patterns, and the rules of the avenue are changed.

In the cover of that blazing light, there was a bloody and evil aura, which was expanding and awakening at a rapid speed as the spell slackened.

Good and evil are reversed, life and death are reversed!

Yang Luo heard a faint moan, accompanied by the demon's shouting and sneering.

An ominous force shrouded the mountain peak, Yang Luo struggled to resist, and the momentum on his body climbed again, and the chill was pressing.

She held the "snow in her sleeve" in her hand and swung a wave of swords at the figure that was as condensed as a mountain.

The old man in Xuanyi raised the blazing flames on his fist, and greeted each other fiercely, and in an instant, the brilliance burst out, like an iceberg thrown into the abyssal lava, ice and fire collided fiercely, and the brilliant light of the Dao shattered into crystal ice chips in the flames, turning into nothingness.

The majestic shock wave spread outward, and the light on the top of the mountain flickered and dimmed, crumbling.

The two powerful and incomparable auras collided together, and the figures in the flames and sword light gradually distorted, fighting fiercely on the cliff waist.

The light faded, and the rain poured down suddenly.

The dark shadows in the sky were low, and the dark background was like an abyss, which was suffocating.

The foundations of the mountains are shaking.

The white ghost frowned as he stared at the two entangled figures.

If they continue to fight like this, the entire mountain will soon collapse.

He called in a low voice: "Xiaoying, you go." ”

The ghost shadow quietly joined the battle circle.

Yang Luo is not afraid at all, with one against two, there is still no decline.

But her "snow in her sleeves" could not penetrate the waves woven by the layers of flames of the old man in Xuanyi. It was a flame dragon with its eyes open, and each flame had the terrifying temperature of molten gold and wrought iron, and it was already a great achievement when condensed to this point.

The white ghost said lightly: "Miss Yang, your strength is declining, you are isolated, you are not the opponent of the three of us, it is better to leave quickly!" ”

"Not necessarily!"

With a clear sound, the qi on Yang Luo's body spread outward, and a layer of cold mist enveloped her in it.

She picked up the "snow in her sleeve" and pointed directly at the old man in Xuanyi, as boneless, clear and clear, the rippling ice light flowed, and the starry eyes revealed the killing intent to the bones.

The aura of the Blood Sword Saint was getting closer and closer to the world, and there was not much time left for her.

No matter what the cost, she will stop this catastrophe!

The old man in Xuanyi felt Yang Luo's determination, and instead of retreating, he advanced, surrounded by flames, and a majestic figure like a demon god rushed towards Yang Luo.

He had already felt the terrifying power accumulated by this sword, and if he continued to fight, it would only end in defeat for both sides.

With this move, "Shura Purgatory", she broke her sword qi before the "Snow in the Sleeve" sword momentum reached the top, ending her delusions!

Thousands of piles of snow rose, powder flakes were scattered, and the extremely sharp sword qi seemed to decay in the flames, and the sharp qi disappeared.

At this moment, the old man in Xuanyi's eyelids jumped, and he saw a cloud of white sleeves piercing through the heavy fire shadows and attacking directly.

A palm wrapped in the sleeve of the shirt.

In an instant, the flames burned the white sleeves into black ashes, revealing what was inside.

It was originally a plain white palm, but at this moment it turned a crimson richer than the flames, and in an instant, all the colors of heaven and earth were emptied, and only the single background, like an abyss, was suffocating.

Burn the Eight Desolations, "Shura Purgatory"!

The face of the old man in Xuanyi changed suddenly.

- This palm is obviously the mastery of the old man, how can she be?

The palm in the blood light pushed the withered and decayed, and it came to the old man in Xuanyi in an instant.

The old man in Xuanyi tilted his head, and his palm rubbed his ears vigorously, bringing a bright red.

Most of the force of this palm had already been knocked into the air, but it suddenly changed its momentum and smashed downward. The old man in Xuanyi only had time to raise his hand to hold the opponent's arm, and the heavy force like the mountain poured down and smashed on his shoulder.

He snorted, and almost half of his body was twisted, and he suddenly fell to the earth.

No one could have expected that a seemingly delicate and thin woman would have such a fierce power to turn the situation around in the blink of an eye.

"Huh? So powerful? The white ghost did not hide his surprise on his face.

The ghost shadow was not stunned, and the short-bladed snake in her hand burrowed into Yang Luo's back like a poisonous snake, but it fell short, and when she stabbed the last layer of Yang Luo's underwear, she slid away smartly.

Yang Luo turned his foot and took a few diagonal steps, his chest lifted sharply, and the person swept towards the top of the mountain.

In the midst of the fireworks that had not yet dispersed, a slender figure rushed upward.

In the gloomy black clouds, lightning and thunder roared, and the thousands of acres of rainstorm seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, rushing towards Mr. Song, who was sitting on the top of the mountain, forming a huge funnel hanging in the sky.

The white ghost straightened up, holding a sword in one hand and a fist in the other.

This woman's supernatural powers are quite weird, is it "stealing" or "returning"? ’

The latter is fearless, but the former would be terrible!

It was the first time that the white ghost had such a solemn expression.

In the blink of an eye, the two met, and the magic sword "Chasing Life" faced "Snow in the Sleeve".

The sword qi slashed upwards from below, as if it was about to tear the sky, and together with the body of the white ghost, it split one into two.

The cold hit his face, the white ghost stepped on the void, a cold luster appeared in his eyes, he put the long sword across his chest, pointed two fingers on the spine of the sword with his left hand, and pushed it forward with both arms.

When he drew his sword, an extremely powerful supernatural power covered the entire space.

The sound of the wind and the chirping of birds came to an abrupt end, and the heavens and the earth fell silent.

Divine power activated, "Time stands still"!

There is no light, no sound, the light is stripped out of the world, the background of thunder and lightning is integrated into the darkness, and only two figures are left between heaven and earth, one high and one low.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the meaning conveyed in the eyes is indescribable, and the two faces are as vivid.

The muscles on the white ghost's face trembled.

At this point in time when everything should be wrapped in darkness, the pretty face in front of me has the same bright color as himself-

She stole my "Time Stood Still"!

She can also move in still time!

Although there was a faint expectation of this, the white ghost's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

In silence, the two swords collided.

Time began to flow again.

Hakukicho heard the terrible sound of the wind, and the cold light of the "snow in his sleeve" divided his face into two halves.

The white ghost chou swung the magic sword again to "chase life", and the dark brown halo that had been stored for a long time finally shot out, hitting the "snow in the sleeve", splashing sparks.

The brown smoke swirled over the "sleeve snow", but it evaporated at a rapid rate. The gloomy energy of the white ghost can only stop the "snow in the sleeve" for a while, and the edge will shine again.

The two figures intertwined in an instant, and the next moment, Yang Luo had jumped onto the high platform, and the white ghost was frozen in the air, and the dark silent background only lasted for a second, and then the scene of thunder and lightning in the gloomy clouds was restored.

Yang Luojian pointed at Mr. Song.

Three feet away, the cold front made the middle-aged scribe's face bleed.

"If you shoot your sword at him, you will surely die." The white ghost turned around with a cold smile.

Yang Luo said lightly: "I am duty-bound. ”

The "snow in the sleeve" stabbed Mr. Song's throat without the slightest condensation.

Mr. Song slapped his left palm, and his body flew out sideways in a cross-kneeled posture, sliding down the cliff.

This dodge was like a rabbit falling up, just right, and the "snow in the sleeve" only made a shallow cut on the side of his neck, bursting out a puddle of blood.

While falling, he looked up at the woman in white, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "It's too late......"

The laughter mixed in the wind, sent into Yang Luo's ears, followed by the howls and laughter of countless demons, noisy and noisy, aroused people's sorrow and fear, and penetrated the three souls and seven souls.

Yang Luo's sword swinging movement froze slightly, the wind in her ears was sudden, and a cold suddenly soaked in her back, she instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and her right hand "snow in her sleeve" was suddenly handed back.

"Khooth!"

I heard a crisp sound, and I bumped into the magic sword "Chasing Life" that had quietly come behind her at some point, and her body trembled.

There was no time to think more in his heart, Yang Luo hurriedly spun his body, turning into a phantom and folding towards the big red box on the cliff.

The evil aura that bred in the red box was so strong that it was almost substantial.

Yang Luo had no doubt that the ancient powerhouse who was sleeping in it had already awakened.

Is it late?

No, there's one last chance!

At this time, he heard the chill in the back of his head and approached, and Yang Luo had to turn around to block.

A dark halo of light poured in from all directions, filling her body like a swampy quagmire, completely enveloping her figure.

After a moment, she preemptively activated the supernatural power - "Time Stands Still"!

The figure jumped out of the sword tide, and with a flick of his elbow, the "snow in his sleeve" broke free from the shackles of his master, and turned into an astonishing straight line and shot towards the red box, and the sound of the crash was deafening.

The red box and the five relics shook violently at the same time, and the whole mountain trembled. A roar that pierced the eardrums spread out in an instant, merging with the screams of countless demons to form an extremely eerie rhyme.

The white ghost walked quietly, silently, and also activated the magic power with a snap of his fingers - "Time Stands Still"!

Victory and defeat in an instant, life and death in an instant.

The white shadow and the blazing blood light were intertwined, Yang Luo's figure was as fragile as paper, and his snow-white clothes were soaked in a shocking red, like a floating leaf, falling off the cliff.

Fortunately, she still had a breath left, and she turned halfway through and clinged to the cliff.

"Xiaoying, don't chase it." The white ghost held the magic sword obliquely, and his figure fell in the other direction, "Let's go too!" ”

The plan that had been prepared for many days was finally completed as promised, and the white ghost was refreshed at this time, holding the hand of the ghost shadow, and smiling in the cold wind on his face.

The Knights of the Holy City had no time to stop it, the Black Sword Saint had no time to stop it, and the Duke of Dusk and the Duke of Doom had no time to stop it!

Such great achievements are only a small step on the chessboard.

As for the fighting in the distant town of Wufeng, those virtual and real life-and-death fights, the love and hatred of ordinary people, for him, it is already an extremely ethereal and distant game, and it is not worth leaving a trace in his heart.

He's just a pawn, and after being thrown by the handler, he can finally win a little respite.

The winner leaves, and the loser stays in place.

Yang Luo's face was like gold paper, and he saw that the top of the mountain had been covered with a layer of red mist.

She listened to the strange chant in the mist and couldn't help but laugh miserably.

In the end, it fell short! Not only could they not stop the catastrophe, but they also had to pay for their lives......

Ten thousand thunders shuttled between the clouds, and the sky collapsed in the torrential rain.

After a fierce thunderbolt bombardment, the Red Mountain, which had stood for thousands of years, collapsed.

At this time, the Crimson Enchantress and his party, who were dozens of miles away, felt that on the other side of the horizon, a ferocious beast that devoured the sky and the earth was waking up.

It was an aura of violence, carrying the thoughts of killing and destruction that originated from the ancient desolation, and made all living beings tremble with fear from the bottom of their hearts.

The sky was completely obscured by dark clouds, and the power of darkness obscured the light of the sun, as if the end had descended.

The torrential rain became more violent, dripping through the clothes and turning into an incomparably viscous liquid, and through the dim light, it was still a red color similar to blood.

"What's that?" Someone pointed to the sky.

I saw that the dark and churning dark clouds suddenly cracked, revealing a full moon, the color of crimson, which was the totem worshiped by the inhabitants of the desert for hundreds of years-

The red moon is coming in the daylight!

The porters fell into a panic and fell to their knees and begged for forgiveness from the gods.

The hunters exchanged glances, and they had already messed up their formation.

Masters like Ghost Yan and Wujia Python also looked at the sky restlessly, fearful before the vision of heaven and earth.

The Crimson Enchantress opened her mouth and muttered, "Blood Moon, Blood Moon......"

"It's not good to stay here for a long time, let's leave quickly!" The white-robed knight said in a deep voice.

The Crimson Enchantress was about to nod her head when a breeze blew in her ears.

The sky seemed to darken, and the crimson demon queen's eyelids jumped, only to see a figure suddenly appear at the junction of heaven and earth, holding a serpentine sword, looking indifferently.

He seemed to be far away in the sky, and as if he was close at hand, the crimson enchantress looked at him, and he felt that his eyes had been pricked by needles, and the whistling sound of thousands of yin spirits sounded in his ears, like a tide.

This person......

The crimson enchantress's pupils dilated, and her whole body was as sour as if she had been electrocuted.

- Hopelessly strong.

Everything is silent because of it.

The white-robed knight roared with his gun, the only sound of resistance in the Silent Zone.

But then a sudden force extinguished all the luck in his heart, and the deep-water beast entrenched in the black tide poked its head out at this moment, and the desert aura far above the mortals firmly enveloped his fragile moth.

A chill hit his heart, and wherever the vast breath pointed, his skin and flesh were numb, and the white-robed knight was in severe pain, as if thousands of steel needles had pierced his pores, and he couldn't move at all.

Just a simple look can deprive him of his life.

The white-robed knight thought he was about to die, but in the next moment, the terrifying momentum disappeared without a trace.

The stiff heart began to beat again, and as soon as the white-robed knight regained his senses, he heard the crimson enchantress beside him say, "That senior...... Is it Lord Black Sword? ”

The white-robed knight nodded wordlessly.

With such a strong aura, there must be no doubt that the adult. Did he come here because of the Blood Moon?

"Sister, we-"

Before the words fell, without warning, two more figures appeared in front of him and one after the other.

The two of them were black and red, each wearing hideous armor, although their momentum was not as domineering as that of the Black Sword Saint, but they also exuded an extremely rich breath of death, making people feel as if they were in a barren forest cemetery at midnight, only to feel creepy, and not have the slightest courage to fight.

How does the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon?

The burly figure went from far to near, and from near to far, and there was no room for many thoughts to turn in the white-robed knight's mind, and he soon disappeared from view.

The white-robed knight and the crimson enchantress looked at each other in horror.

Duke Dusk and Duke Doom came together, plus the Black Sword Saint, the three strongest peerless powerhouses on the sand dunes, it is conceivable what an earth-shattering event this will be!

I'm afraid the situation in the entire 800-mile sand dunes will change after today.

The Scarlet Enchantress had a terrible guess in her heart: could it be the red box we shipped that caused this change?

She shuddered, forcibly suppressed the thought, and didn't dare to think about it again.

The group left the land in a hurry as if fleeing for their lives.