Like a bolt of lightning, Mu Yu burst out of the sky and rushed straight to the core of the angel camp. His eyes shone with madness and rage, and the blade of his sword was cold and sharp, as if it wanted to tear through the veil of hypocrisy of the night.

Those heavenly messengers in the angelic camp, who were supposed to be the embodiment of purity and justice, were now colluding with the demon army. Their wings had become filthy, their eyes had been swallowed up by darkness, and their elegant posture was now only a tool to disguise their depravity. Together with those ugly demons, they laughed hideously and enjoyed this bloody.

Mu Yu's sword danced faster and faster, and every swing was accompanied by the wail of the angel. His figure shuttled through the angelic camp, and everywhere he went, it was a mess. Blood splashed, pieces of flesh flew sideways, broken wings fell, and this originally sacred battlefield became a Shura field at this moment.

Mu Yu's eyes were filled with endless grief and disappointment. He could not accept the fall of these angels, let alone their association with demons. He wants to cleanse this filth, and he wants to make these creatures who have deviated from the way of heaven pay.

The battle seemed to be his personal revenge, and every fallen angel was a release of the endless pain and anger in his heart. His sword danced faster, his eyes colder, he wanted to cut off the source of it all, he wanted to restore the purity of the world to it.

The soldiers of the Jiuli clan rushed into the demon army like a torrent. They have unyielding blood flowing in them, and every look in them is full of determination and determination. These clansmen, who have worked silently and indisputably in the world, have become fearless warriors at this moment, and they have vowed to fight the devil to the end for their homeland and faith.

The soldiers of the Jiuli tribe were armed with rudimentary weapons, and their armor was covered with traces of battle, but every scar was a proof of honor. They shouted, the sound like the first light in the morning light, piercing through the layers of the demonic army's defenses. Although the demons were tall and hideous, their arrogance was gradually suppressed in the face of the fierce death of the Jiuli soldiers.

Finally, when the bravest warrior of the Jiuli clan waved the sharp blade in his hand and cut through the defense line of the demon army, at that moment, it was as if the darkness before dawn was broken, and the dawn of hope illuminated this battlefield. The soldiers of the Jiuli clan rushed to the core of the demon army like a flood that burst the embankment, and their courage and unity were best proved at this moment.

The clarion call of war sounded in the hearts of the soldiers of the Jiuli tribe, which was the desire for freedom and the protection of the homeland. They are no longer the oppressed side, but the warriors who decide their fate. Under their hard fighting, the demon army began to rout, and the Jiuli clan finally ushered in the dawn of victory.

Under the cloudy sky, the rain was like a bolt of lightning, piercing the sky. He rushed into the angelic camp with a thunderous force, like a ferocious beast breaking into the flock, causing chaos in an instant.

His figure is as fast as lightning, and his movements are agile and vigorous. Every swing of the sword was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind, which took the life of the angel. Blood flowers bloomed in the air, like a cruel and magnificent picture.

The angels, who were once considered sacrosanct, were powerless to fight back under this stormy attack. Some of them tried to resist, but they were easily defeated by Mu Yu; Some tried to escape, but were helplessly swallowed up by the wave of slaughter.

What's even more shocking is that these angels are linked to the demon army to form a chilling alliance. They are no longer gods on high, but depraved monsters, in the company of those creatures they once spurned.

The entire battlefield was filled with an aura of slaughter, and the aura of blood and decay was intertwined, which was suffocating. Mu Yu's eyes were cold but determined, and he continued his slaughter mercilessly, until the last angel fell under his sword.

The soldiers of the Jiuli clan, dressed in bronze armor and wielding swords that shimmered with moonlight, rushed into the demon army like a torrent. Their shouts shook the sky, full of indomitable and fighting spirit, breaking the long-standing silence and oppression.

They face a horde of demons of all kinds, from massive minotaurs, to seraphs with flames, and void creatures with countless tentacles. However, the soldiers of the Jiuli tribe were fearless, and the swords in their hands were like the scythes of death, mercilessly harvesting the lives of demons. Every Jiuli soldier is like a rock in the wind, no matter how violent the demon's attacks are, they will always stand.

At this moment, the charge of the Jiuli soldiers was no longer a passive defense, but an active counterattack. The courage and faith in them seemed to awaken an ancient power that had been dormant for a long time, and each warrior became as powerful as a god. The demon army began to waver under their onslaught, retreating like a landslide.

As time passed, the soldiers of the Jiuli tribe became more and more courageous, wielding swords like lightning that pierced the dark sky, each slash accompanied by the wail of demons. In this fierce battle, the strength of the Jiuli soldiers seemed to be endless, and they were like a violent wind on the battlefield, sweeping away all obstacles.

Finally, as the last demon fell, the soldiers of the Jiuli clan were victorious. They cheered and shouted, their faces beaming with the joy of victory. At this moment, they used their courage and strength to prove the unyielding fighting spirit of the Jiuli tribe, and they finally ushered in the clarion call of rebellion.

He frantically rushed into the heart of the angelic camp, surrounded by tyrannical energy, his eyes glittering with burning rage. At this moment, he was no longer the guardian of peace, but the embodiment of revenge, revealing his hideous face to those former messengers of heaven.

As he broke in, the angel camp was instantly in chaos. Those angels who pride themselves on their holy aura on weekdays are so vulnerable and powerless in the face of Mu Yu's onslaught. Their wings snapped one after another under Mu Yu's attack, and their holy light was instantly annihilated in front of Mu Yu's dark power. The smell of blood filled the air, intertwined with the horror and despair of the angels.

At the same time, those on the side of Heaven who colluded with the demon army revealed their true depravity. They are no longer angels on high, but depraved beings in the company of demons. They have dark blood in their bodies, and their hearts are filled with endless greed and desire. They danced with demons and shared a land red with blood and fire.

At this moment, Mu Yu seems to be incarnated as a righteous sanctioner, showing no mercy to these fallen angels. Each of his attacks is filled with power and rage, as if to wipe out all evil and injustice. Under the slaughter of Mu Yu, the people of these angelic camps fell one after another, becoming victims of darkness and chaos.

That night, only the sound of wind, rain and slaughter remained on the battlefield. Heaven and earth seem to meet at this moment, and a fierce battle between light and darkness unfolds on this land. And Mu Yu has become the core of this contest, and his figure looms in the blood rain, like a legendary hero, fighting for justice and faith.

The warriors of the Jiuli clan had an unyielding flame burning in their eyes, and with their determination, they broke through the array of demon armies. Every swing carries a desire for survival and a dedication to victory, and every collision is a provocation to fate.

The demon army didn't seem to expect the Jiuli clan's counterattack to be so fierce, and for a while, they were swept away by this frenzy and were in chaos. The roar of the demon and the battle cry of the Jiuli clan were intertwined, forming a force that shook the heavens and the earth. In this fierce confrontation, the air seemed to tremble, and every heartbeat was accompanied by tension and anticipation.

Finally, a huge demon was knocked down by the combined efforts of the Jiuli soldiers, opening a gap for their counterattack. The other demons began to fear, trying to flee the chaotic battlefield. The Jiuli soldiers were in hot pursuit, waving the weapons in their hands and constantly charging forward, like a torrent breaking through the embankment, unstoppable.

The main god of the god of thunder and Ji Hexuan stood opposite each other, and their bodies were full of light, as if they were two blazing suns. The thunder light flickered around the main god of thunder, and the violent power poured out from the body, turning into an endless sea of thunder, surging and making people's hearts palpitate. His eyes were as sharp as lightning, as if he could penetrate all the falsehood, and people did not dare to look directly.

Ji Hexuan was holding the Xuanyuan Sword, and the sword body was radiant, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. Her figure is as ethereal as smoke, as if she has blended into the heavens and the earth, and is inseparable from all things. Her eyes are as deep as the sea, as if they hide infinite wisdom and power, and people can't peek into them.

The two forces collided violently in the air, as if the edge of the universe was shattering. The power of the Lord God of Thunder is as violent as thunder, with the power to destroy everything. And the Xuanyuan Sword in Ji Hexuan's hand exuded a brilliant light, as if it was the strongest defense between heaven and earth. The collision of sword and thunder seems to be the ultimate duel between heaven and earth, which makes people amazed.

In this fierce collision, the figures of the two flickered and dimmed, as if they were integrated into the endless light. Their forces intertwine and collide with each other to form a magnificent picture. In this ultimate collision, time seems to freeze, space seems to be shattered, and everything becomes ethereal.

Above the sky, the main god of the god of thunder and Ji Hexuan stood opposite each other, magnificent, like two majestic mountains. The Lord God of Thunder was surrounded by a raging electric current, and blue arcs of lightning danced around him, dancing like a thunder dragon, exuding the power of destroying the world. His eyes were like two thunderbolts, shooting a blinding light that seemed to pierce everything. And Ji Hexuan is holding the Xuanyuan sword, the sword body flows with mysterious brilliance, and the sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and it is incomparable. Her figure was as ethereal as smoke, as if she was one with heaven and earth, and her sword moves were sometimes as soft as the wind, sometimes as violent as thunder.

As the two approached, an invisible tension spread through the void, as if even time had been frozen for it. The Lord God of Thunder was the first to attack, he waved the Staff of Thunder, and the endless electricity converged into a huge lightning bolt, slashing straight at Ji Hexuan. Ji Hexuan's face was fearless, and he waved the Xuanyuan Sword, and the sword qi turned into an impregnable wall, blocking the attack of the Thunder God.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Hexuan backhanded a sword, and the sword qi was like a rainbow, cutting through the void and directly taking the heart of the main god of thunder. The main god of thunder dodged sideways, unleashing an even more powerful bolt of lightning. However, this lightning bolt was split by Ji Hexuan's sword.

In this fierce battle, the forces of the two collided, intertwined, and ebbed and flowed into each other, forming a spectacular picture. The thunder power of the Thunder God Lord God and Ji Hexuan's Xuanyuan Sword Qi surged in the void, setting off bursts of powerful energy fluctuations. The whole world seemed to tremble, as if it could not withstand the collision of this supreme power.

In the end, in an earth-shattering loud bang, the Thunder God Lord God and Ji Hexuan launched their most powerful attacks at the same time. The lightning of the Lord God of Thunder converged into a huge ball of energy and slammed into Ji Hexuan. And Ji Hexuan raised the Xuanyuan Sword high above his head, exuding an unparalleled momentum around his body. Sword qi and lightning collided violently in the air, making a deafening sound.

In this earth-shattering collision, the whole world seemed to tremble. Eventually, the two forces canceled each other out and dissipated into the void. The Thunder God Lord God and Ji Hexuan also flew backwards to stabilize their figures. Although the battle was not decided, both sides showed unparalleled strength and willpower.

In this collision of top-level powers, whether it was the thunder power of the Thunder God or Ji Hexuan's Xuanyuan Sword Qi, they all showed shocking power. Each of their attacks was enough to destroy the world, but they restrained and canceled each other out. This is not only a duel of strength, but also a contest of wisdom and will. In this battle, both sides showed indomitable spirit and fearless courage, which made people marvel and admire.

Ji Hexuan held the Xuanyuan Sword, and the sword body flashed with golden light, which was a reflection of the emperor's qi. Her figure looked lonely and firm in the starlight, facing the main god in front of her, her eyes were full of unyielding and challenge.

The main god's whole body was shrouded in the power of thunder, and his body exuded an aura of destruction. Two rays of lightning shot out from his eyes, colliding with Ji Hexuan's sword light in the air, making a deafening roar.

When the Xuanyuan Sword waved, the golden sword qi flowed like a long river, slashing towards the main god with an unrivaled momentum. The power of thunder turned into a huge thunder hammer in the hands of the main god, and smashed down, colliding with the sword qi, causing a concussion in the void.

Every sword and hammer encounter is as spectacular as the fall of a star, emitting a brilliant light. The sound of metal clashing echoed in the void, accompanied by the angry roar of the main god and Ji Hexuan's firm shout.

In this comparable battle, Ji Hexuan's figure seemed to be fused with the Xuanyuan Sword, and every sword dance carried the majesty of the emperor's spirit. The main god uses the power of thunder as armor, and every swing of the thunder hammer seems to tear through the void.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and only sword qi and thunder staggered and flew in the endless darkness. And the outcome of the battle will determine the fate of the future.

The Xuanyuan Sword seemed to come to life in her hand, and the sword body exuded a brilliant light, which was the power of the emperor's qi, powerful and solemn. And confronting it is the endless thunder power of the main god.

The face of the Lord God was hidden in the lightning of thunder, and he swung a huge Hammer of Thunder, each swing carrying the power of destroying the world. The power of the infinite thunder surged through the void, as if it was about to tear everything apart. However, Ji Hexuan was not afraid, she drew an elegant arc with the Xuanyuan Sword, and took the thunderous blow of the main god hard.

The forces of the two collided in the void, creating intense waves of light and qi. The light of the Xuanyuan Sword and the thunder power of the main god were intertwined, like a bright and spectacular picture. Every collision is like a loud noise between heaven and earth, shocking people's hearts.

However, Ji Hexuan did not fully gain the upper hand. Although the power of the Xuanyuan Sword was strong, the power of the Lord God's thunder seemed to be endless, and every attack made her feel stressed. She understands that this is a long-term battle that requires patience and perseverance.

In this fierce battle, the power of Ji Hexuan and the main god were intertwined and consumed by each other. Their figures danced in the thunder and sword light, like two giant eagles soaring in the storm, indomitable.

In the end, when the thunder in the sky gradually dissipated, and the light of the Xuanyuan Sword also dimmed, the battle slowly ended. Although the victory or defeat is not decided, Ji Hexuan and the main god both know that they have left an indelible impression on each other.

Her figure looked firm and lonely in the starlight, like a bright star. The main god was transformed into a thunderous force, and the lightning overflowed, illuminating the dark void, and it was like an angry giant, and it caused thunder and lightning to roar between its hands.

Ji Hexuan took the lead in attacking, and the Xuanyuan Sword cut through the void, and the golden sword qi was like a giant dragon, roaring and rushing towards the main god. However, the power of the main god's thunder was not easy to match, and the thunder and lightning roar it released shook the sky, colliding with the golden sword qi in an instant. In an instant, the void shattered and the stars fell, as if a catastrophe was unfolding.

Ji Hexuan and the main god flew in the void, and each of their collisions caused a concussion in space. The emperor's qi on the Xuanyuan Sword and the thunder power of the main god were entangled with each other, releasing a brilliant light that made it impossible for people to look at it directly. Their battle has gone beyond a simple competition of arms, but also a contest of strength.

The battle has been going on for a long time, and neither side has backed down. Ji Hexuan's eyes were firm, and every swing of the sword was full of strength and faith. And the main god kept bombarding with the power of thunder, trying to find a breakthrough. In this clash between stars and thunder, the balance of victory is always swinging, and it is impossible to predict the final victory.