In the sword array, within the four gates.

All the Terran monks broke in to break the formation.

The people trapped in the formation had different expressions.

Some have hideous faces, and some have white beards and hair, and they are menacing.....

One of them was filled with a strong Buddhist Zen power.

Behind him, the golden light shone brightly, and the diffuse golden light shrouded the surroundings, resisting the majestic sword qi.

Changqing's knees trembled slightly, and a hazy divine picture appeared in front of him.

If it weren't for the formation diagram with him, he would probably have been difficult to resist this blow.

Changqing almost used his body to support this side of the path for the monks who rushed in.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the little monk can only send you here."

There were no superfluous words, and in an instant, several sword cultivators left.

Waste a second here and you'll be killed.

"Don't die, big bald head."

Jing Yu took the lead, and his body was like the wind.

There was a big demon in front of him holding a long sword, standing in a small formation, blocking his way.

Jing Yu's long sword was raised high and spit out a sword flower.

The sword is thunderous.

A rapid sword roar sounded, and at the same time, a thin sword shadow flew out.

The Great Demon changes formation.

Behind him, a steady stream of Terran monks arrived, one after the other.

........

Dragon Tiger Mountain Qin Shi swung two flying swords with his fists.

The road ahead is bumpy, and at this rate, I am afraid it will be too late.

Behind him, there were dozens of Zhengyangmen disciples who broke into the formation together, as well as many disciples from other sects.

These sects, the power grievances and grievances, are constantly unclear.

In particular, the grievances between Zhengyangmen and Longhu Mountain are the deepest.

Back then, the ancestors of the two families were enemies.

In the heyday of Longhu Mountain, Zhengyangmen was suppressed.

Feng Shui rotated, and after a thousand years, Longhu Mountain declined.

Longhu Mountain declined and was suppressed by Zhengyangmen.

Until now, only one apprentice remained.

At this time, the only disciple of Longhu Mountain met the disciple of Zhengyangmen.

How can it be said that it is not a kind of fate.

Many monks in the sword array, seeing that they had fought for their lives to survive, were about to be blocked again, and they couldn't help but despair.

The corners of the big demon sitting in the small array showed a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Many of the monks who were caught in the formation were struggling.

Qin Shi did not hesitate, and his figure suddenly changed in the air.

Looking at that posture, it is to fight for this body and life, and open up a way of life for everyone.

At this moment, a person slammed into him.

But he is a disciple of Zhengyangmen.

"Heroes can't take the turn of you people from Dragon and Tiger Mountain!"

"I'm Zhao Luhu, a disciple of Zhengyangmen! Zhengyangmen's is not Longhu Mountain, remember! ”

With that, use your body to slam straight ahead.

The magic weapon was exhausted, and a magic robe was also destroyed.

In the end, only the broken body lay on the front road, and with the last thought, the golden pill and the natal thing in the body were blown up at the same time.

"Boom ——!!"

Qin Shi's eyes were hot.

It's just that at this time, there is no time to be sad.

The road ahead is constantly blocked, and there are monks who are desperate to carve out a way for the rest of the rest to survive.

There are Confucian scholars who use blood as ink, and blood stains mountains and rivers.

Until the blood around the body dries up, let the road ahead be bright again

There are Buddhist disciples who sit down, use bones as wages, and self-immolation to death.....

On such a path, there is no death, no survival.

Some are just a road, just a sad song for the seeker.

.......

Demon Saint Fei Lian felt the vibration from the four gates, but he was still not in a hurry.

Spread the sound of the heart lake and disturb the mind of the demon slayer Ye Liang.

Ye Liang held his sword and walked all the way, like thunder.

The monk behind him was stained with him, and followed Ye Liang all the way to kill here.

Above the array, there was a sword.

Murderous, cloudy and sassy.

Ye Liang was forced into a corner and brandished his long sword.

Spread your hair and fight to the death!

In his swordsmanship, there is a faint smell of ending together.

The body seemed to be entangled in countless soft cords, and it was difficult to move.

With every swing of the sword, a powerful pressure hits.

"Seniors go first!!"

Someone shouted.

Several figures gave up their way to survive and dodged in front of Ye Liang.

For Ye Liang, who was almost crazy, he used his body to block the killing of sword qi.

Although it was only a slight delay.

But it was enough for Ye Liang.

At the moment, everyone understands.

Their only hope was Ye Liang.

Fought everyone's lives to create a chance for Ye Liang.

Several swords of demon slaying were sacrificed from Ye Liangdan Pill, competing with the flying sword hanging upside down in the center of the array eye.

The sword light rolled bigger and bigger like the rising sun.

The large net woven by the sword light tightened and tightened, and shrunk and tightened.

The flying sword is like an old friend.

"Sir, are you ready to die?"

Ripples rippled in the heart lake again.

"If Mr. dies, I'm afraid that the demon slayer will really disappear into the long river of history."

"I don't know how many sacrifices the demon slayer made thousands of years ago to guard the fog forest for the human race, but in the end, he ended up like this."

"Sir, think all this is the work of the demon clan?"

“........”

"Demon Slayer?" Ye Liang said softly, "Lao Tzu still has an apprentice, and the demon slayer is not extinct!" ”

Ye Liang walked forward, and a flying sword with a handle of the demon slasher shattered, and the sound of explosion continued to sound.

The sword light is like snow, and the cold air erodes the bones.

Silver sword flowers flew out one after another, faster and faster, more and more.

The sword light is so bright that it is impossible to look at it directly.

The tumbling waves forced Fei Lian to mobilize the full strength of the remaining three gates of the sword formation to stop Ye Liang.

Fei Lian retreated again and again, and the golden lotus around him was shattered at the same time.

This last demon slayer in the world, even if he is in the wane, is still not to be underestimated.

Ye Liang's eyes were lowered, but his eyes were unexpectedly calm and peaceful.

A sword intent was released by him.

A sword turned into a wall of light, and a crisp sound sealed the attack above his head.

At the same time, a flying sword made of a lotus flower swept out.

Array of worlds.

It was a sword belonging to a friend of his.

This talent and his own heritage, as he said.

Leaving the fog forest is not just the beginning of a sect.

Even if it has been suppressed for thousands of years, dragging the remnants of the body, supporting the large array to block the demon clan for several days.

The strength is still so strong.

Ye Liang crashed into the formation.

Looking back on the first half of my life, I am like floating dust.

Where the wind blows, it goes.

In the second half of his life, he was like a staunch defender, giving up everything.

kept being beaten down by fate, and kept getting up and patting the soil on his body.

Said arrogantly: "Come, let's win two out of three games." ”

He glanced back.

The generosity of a group of juniors made his old guy's face a little unbearable.

Laughed: "Hahaha, strong! My Monk!! ”

He laughed and was in high spirits.

It seems to have returned to the past, when he chased the demon clan with his brothers and went to the fog forest together.