Those neighing came from the horses where the people sat behind them, and the blood came from the necks of the horses, and Nalan Feng Ember didn't know why they wanted to kill those horses, and what caught his eyes was a blood-red color.

White snow, bright red blood, blood fell like a rain of blood, and the black-clothed people behind them let out a beast-like roar, accompanied by infinite anger.

At this time, Liyan gently dropped his arm with satisfaction.

Then, the black-robed men behind him moved, and walked towards the group led by the nameless mage with stiff steps. At the beginning, the two sides still walked step by step, and when the distance was less than 100 meters, the two sides turned into running, stepping on the blood-stained snow, raising countless red snowflakes.

The sound of chanting was like a Sanskrit chant, and the light of the Fighting Luo began to gradually become clear.

Nalan Feng Ember wanted to close her eyes at that moment to escape this fateful collision, but the movement under her feet was to jump onto a big rock in front of her, and her eyes began to stare at the center of the battlefield, where no one could escape, especially herself.

Nalan Feng's gaze calmly watched the two sides of the people and horses approach quickly, just like a black spear and a white sword, colliding, fusing again, fusing again, fusing again, stirring up infinite fireworks.

The nameless mage met the people on the other side of the corpse, and one of the men in black was the first one, and both sides silently raised their fists, and then both landed on each other's abdomen. The action is not dodging or dodging, the first collision should be like this, a dull bang sound sounded, like the lowest elegy, finally opened the prelude to this battlefield, it was the sound of fists colliding with muscles, fists colliding with fists.

Silent like a mime, but fierce like a volcano, this moment finally erupted.

The continuous chanting sound, accompanied by the sacrifice of the Wu family, began to become extremely intense, losing the peace of Buddhism, but it was like singing a war song.

Mei Lan Zhuju tore off her cloak together, and began to stand in front of the Heaven Destroying Evil Array, shouting loudly: "Start the blood sacrifice." ”

Blood sacrifice, Nalan Feng Ember saw those people who were buried in the formation, calmly raised his head, cut his eyebrows with a sharp knife, pointed the blood with his fingers, and drew symbols on his face

"Please show the way of heaven, the pattern of the array, hereby blood sacrifice." Mei Lan Zhuju's voice sounded, with indescribable solemnity.

Everyone's face instantly withered, and a large mouthful of essence blood spurted out of their hearts, but no one had any trace of emotion on their faces, and it was as calm as a deep pool of water, without the wind blowing.

Xuan Ruo threw away the paintbrush in his hand and gently walked behind Nalan Fengyan: "Sister, I will be behind me." We'll make it to the end. ”

Nalan Feng Ember nodded, she understood what she was going to insist on? It is the road that will accompany her in the end. The snow is still falling, but what is reflected in the eyes is the most brutal battlefield.

Dull, silently falling, standing up again, standing up and falling, fists flying, feet and shadows intertwined, the collision of the purest power.

Someone spurted blood, and when his chest was subjected to a heavy punch, his fist silently penetrated the abdomen of the enemy in front of him, and no blood flowed out, and the discolored flesh and blood that cracked apart were the existence of the Wing Clan variant: zombies.

The healer began to silently pinch the mantra with a very fast spell, and then his face quickly turned pale, and a crack appeared silently in front of the puppet in front of him.

In exchange for the blood-spewing warriors, once again courageously moving forward, as long as there is still a life in the medical lineage, these warriors will get endless support. Those puppets are the warriors of the battlefield, and the healers use secret techniques to continue for them, and when the puppets crack, the healers use their own life force to make up for them.

Around the Heaven Destroying Evil Array, huge copper lamps began to be lit, flames lit up, and then there was a burning popping sound in the wind.

A silent momentum began to flow, accompanied by a kind of compassion and mercy that could be felt with the eyes closed, which was the seven-star life-sustaining lamp that borrowed the Heavenly Dao and blessed the righteous people by using the secret method. That was the power of protection that Chu Tianyou had exchanged for the witchcraft of Yuntian Mountain Villa.

Chu Tianyou glanced at the old department of his villa, walked towards Nalan Fengshen without looking back, and knelt down on one knee behind Nalan Fengshen: "Sect Master, back then, you said that you wanted to return to the Zhaoyang Hall and asked me if I wanted to be together, I replied that my subordinates swore allegiance to the death, and this time, my subordinates are still behind you, guarding the road behind you for you, until death." ”

Over there, the sound of horses' hooves was non-stop, and the people who had left the dead kept coming, this time it was some cultivators, and they seemed to be arranging a magic circle. Li Yan seemed to care very much about the magic circle, and from the beginning of the arrangement of the magic circle, he rode his horse around the altar back and forth, followed by a few Taoist priests, and communicated with the people who built the altar. Doesn't care in the slightest about everything tragic on the battlefield.

yes, what do they care about? These first batch are just zombies from the Wing Clan variant.

Nalan Feng Ember watched the nameless mage fighting hand-to-hand, blood spilling on the battlefield, and the side of the death was indeed leisurely, Nalan Feng Ember was a little angry, pointing to the battlefield and asking, "Is that what I just watch?" ”

"You have your battlefield, girl, I know you are kind, but you must calm down and keep your strength, and the final victory or defeat is on you." Old man Xuanxue said.

The battle continued silently, and if you weren't in it, you couldn't experience the fierceness of it at all, and the monks of the nameless mage used their bodies to resist those monsters that were no longer human, and there was still a clear gap in numbers.

Nalan Feng Ember looked at those monsters, the mutants after being catalyzed by the blood Lingzhi, they were already living dead, not afraid of pain, not afraid of death, not bloodless, infinite strength, but sensitive speed, they didn't know what exhaustion was, they would only attack madly and be bloodthirsty.

And the nameless mage, relying on his own faith, used his flesh and blood to collide again and again.

The pictures are like freeze-frames like slow motion in a movie, which makes people heart-rending and painful, but they are unavoidable.

Nalan Feng Ember saw that a monk was hit hard in the chest by a monster, blood spurted out of his mouth, he was already seriously injured, but he roared, mobilized the strength of his whole body, stretched out his hand vigorously, inserted it into the monster's chest, and tore off the monster's backbone, and the monster used his last strength to bite off the monk's neck at the moment of falling.

After the monk fell, a young monk, torn apart by the monster, blood splattered on the snow, pricking Nalan Feng's nerves.

Nalan Feng's gaze didn't know where to fall, the scene was all like this, the heroism of forgetting life and death, just like this punch, the next punch never had a chance to be punched, silent, depressing the struggle of life

Nalan Feng Ember saw that the nameless mage who was killing at the forefront was shouting something in a low voice, and looked at the lip shape as if killing one more would give him one more chance

At this time, it is calculated, calculating how many enemies have died, and there is a small chance, but at this time, it is the most uncaring, because to remember everything is to forget your own life.

Nalan Feng Ember looked at the tragic battlefield, gritted his teeth hard, took out his hole flute from his sleeve, and the poignant notes floated out and entered the sky, and the Soul Eater Butterfly flew overwhelmingly under the leadership of the Butterfly King Butterfly.

"Girl..." Old Man Xuan Xue wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

The notes played by Nalan Feng Ember were poignant and firm, and the old man Xuan Xue understood the command conveyed by the note: Soul Eater, Extract the Marrow.

Driven by Nalan Feng's Ember, the Soul Eater began to attack those monsters.

"Girl, you gave such an order to the Soul Eater Disk, this is to sacrifice them?" Old Man Xuan Xue asked.

"The Soul Eater Butterfly is connected to my Divine Yuan, as long as I don't die, the Soul Eater Butterfly will not die, I know that the Soul Eater Butterfly is not much use for these monsters, but if the bone marrow is pumped, the movements of these monsters will be much slower, and the nameless mage will have a better chance of winning." Nalan Feng Ember said: "I have my battlefield, I can't help easily, but I can't sit idly by, they are all my people." ”

The healers were busy, the puppets in front of them had cracks, and the healers were using their secret skills to transfer the attacks on everyone, and Nalan Feng Ember knew that it was at the expense of Shouyuan.

In this interlocking and complementary protection, the warriors of such a group as the nameless mage, although tragic, have not really fallen completely until now, and have blocked the attack of the living dead under the hands of the dead.

On the contrary, the group of people on the other side of the funeral fell I don't know how many, and on the white and bright red snow, there were the corpses of these living dead

In the first collision, it seemed that we had the advantage, but judging from the serious expression of the old man Xuanxue, our victory was not so easy, and people with a discerning eye knew that if we continued, sacrifice was inevitable.

Li, who had been concerned about the progress of the altar, nodded towards the Jedi Dust, and suddenly shouted to the half-corpses fighting on this side of the battlefield: "On the second team." As soon as he finished speaking, a living dead man let out a beast-like roar, tearing off his clothes, revealing his blackened skin. Then one after another, the living dead let out a roar, which shook the ears and numbled the ears.

Those living dead can no longer be "human", that face is no longer human, two-inch long fangs, grinning mouth, scarlet tongue, copper bell-like eyes, bulging eyes, black skin with muscle bulges, and a pair of shiny wings on the back, indescribably weird and disgusting.

The sudden change made the nameless mage a little overwhelmed, after all, such a terrifying scene would make people feel like they were in hell in an instant. The nameless mage recited Amitabha Buddha compassionately, took a deep breath, and rushed towards these monsters with people. The speed of these monsters suddenly became very high, and the nameless mage's fists hit them like they hit the wall.

It seemed that he had expected this scene for a long time, but he just glanced at the battlefield lightly, as if victory must belong to him, and turned his head to care about his altar again, and a group of cultivators walked around him.

Nalan Feng Ember looked at the battlefield and summoned the Golden Silkworm Gu King from his body, "For zombies, what Gu worms are good to use?" ”

"Squeak, squeak." The Golden Silkworm Gu King spread his wings and fluttered.

"Go ahead, remember to come back to me with the Soul Eater Disk as I head towards the temple." Nalan Feng Ember said.

The Golden Silkworm Gu King fluttered his wings and flew away.

At this moment, the snow has become very large, and the blazing blood falls on the snow, and it is covered by the sprinkling of snowflakes, and for some reason, the tears in Nalan Feng's eyes began to fill the blurred vision, and what he saw was the figure of the nameless mage waving his fist vigorously.

Nalan Feng Ember recalled the night she ascended the throne, and the nameless mage ran to her side: "Are there any eggs?" ”

Nalan Feng Ember looked at him in surprise: "Aren't eggs meat dishes?" ”

The nameless mage looked like an old naughty boy: "Oh, you are quiet. ”

Nalan Feng Ember nodded weakly: "That's enough, you go to my house to find Xuan Yao." ”

However, how tragic is he on the battlefield at the moment?

In the blurred tears in his eyes, Nalan Feng Ember saw that the battle Arhat who was like a fighter who was about to come to life before had quietly changed at this time, and the eyes that should have been round and angry and glaring at all the evil in the world had gradually lowered their originally sharp eyes, and became extraordinarily compassionate, as if a person was about to cry.

"It is merciful, it has infinite power to human beings, to help you sweep away the evil in the world, but the way of heaven cannot be violated, using the power that does not belong to you, naturally you have to pay the price, the human body is impossible to bear like this, only with life as the price, and even with the soul as the price, this is the weeping Arhat. Arhats are the most different beings in the Buddha realm, they carry the compassion of the Buddha, but the sword in their hands can cut at evil. Old Man Xuanxue's voice was a little erratic, as if telling a distant story.

Nalan Feng's tears fell again, looking back on so many years, this was the most aggrieved battle she fought, she could only watch her partner sacrifice and blood spill on the battlefield, but she could only stand, watch, and wait. Nalan Feng Ember clenched his hand, and had already made the deepest determination.

Nalan Xuyan beside her saw her eyes, and she already understood in her heart that she was going to give up something, only when she reached the extreme of her state of mind, she would have such ice-like eyes.

In the blur, Nalan Feng Ember looked at the figure of the nameless mage, and he didn't look back.

The eyes of the old man Xuan Xue have been chasing the nameless mage, this monk is a friend, a friend for many years, is this time going to face a farewell to life and death? Nalan Feng Ember didn't know.

And at this time, a monster roared, raised his hand, and inserted sharp nails into the flesh of the monk, and the next moment he bit down on the monk's neck, and when he looked up, a piece of flesh was torn alive. "Ah" finally made the first cry in this dull and quiet battlefield, but it was a scream of severe pain.

The monk's blood instantly stained half of his body red, and when he howled, he did not retreat, but hugged the monster and almost used all his strength to press him tightly in the snow.