Before you know it, the twilight thickens.

In a corner of the battlefield, the waves of fire are rolling, and the fire is full of fighting spirit, urging a blood-red treasure banner to trap the waste in the heart.

The aura of the treasure flag is compelling, spitting out thousands of fire snakes floating in the air, and even laying a wall of fire to cover the sky and burn it to the fullest.

The waste is also extraordinary, the iron fan fan shadow opens and closes, and the visions are varied, completely isolating the flames of the burning sky, and he sits crookedly in the sea of fire and closes his eyes to recuperate.

The war was raging elsewhere, but here the two of them were very idle, seeing that all the infant monks were being entangled by strong enemies and difficult to separate, Huo Yao couldn't help but be secretly anxious.

What is even more urgent is waste, his ghost body is scorched by the sun, and he is peaceful? He did not deliberately forbear, but because he did not have a strategy to break the enemy, he just pretended to be.

After a cup of tea, when Huo Yao was just thinking about finding Dianting to borrow a few thunderballs to help fight, he suddenly heard a waste and scolded: "The bad old man is greedy for life and afraid of death, and he will only set fire everywhere." "There is clearly a fire rising in the words,

As soon as the words were revealed, Huo Yao scolded with a smile: "Dead ghost, you have the ability to come out and fight." As he spoke, he urged the mana, stirring the fire cloud more and more vigorously, and he was silent and continued to consume hard.

Qin Yuan is entangled in the water and the earth, and he is at ease. Suddenly, I heard cheers from the ground, and I followed the voice, but I saw that the dream elves had sent Konoha Suo to tie up the dry bone beasts to the ground, and the surrounding elves rushed forward and chopped them into a mess of pulp.

Qin Yuan didn't feel any pity when he saw this, the dry bone beasts were used to charge the formation, and it was enough to exchange the lives of half of the elves.

Looking at the battlefield, except for the sporadic wood spirit flower charm and dark elves fighting the trapped beasts, the wild monsters were almost slaughtered.

And the prestige in the arena is getting stronger, and the lightning bolt is good at using the lightning strike technique, and with the blessing of the wind and the wind spirit, he summons the Sen Luo electric sword to contain the infant cultivators such as the bird spirit.

The dense electric sword contained abundant thunder power and poured down, and all those who touched it turned into scorched earth.

The Sparrow Spirit shuttled through the Sen Luo Electric Sword, and then intercepted the wind and warmed the fight. She drove the sharp needle magic weapon like a flying rainbow, the needle is divided into yin and yang, one black and one white, like a ghost when it tends to be timely, light as snow when it retreats, and when it moves, it is treacherous and ruthless to the extreme.

The lightning bolt unreservedly cast the floating thunder technique, and the mana was lost extremely quickly, and the scene was precarious when he fought with the three infant cultivators.

Feng Nuan was entangled by the spirit of the bird, and he couldn't help it, and he watched the electric thunder being extinguished, and the wisp of pure and pure qi slowly dissipated.

Shui Mei inadvertently turned his head to catch a glimpse of the lightning dead, and he was also in chaos. Qin Yuan took advantage of the situation to kill, and the sword burst out. At the critical moment, Tu Cover sacrificed himself to save him, and he also became the soul of Qin Yuan's sword.

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The momentum of victory and defeat on the field is gradually divided, but no one dares to relax, because the final victory is only locked by the two forces fighting on the top of Wakaki.

Above the ink clouds, the moon and stars are scarce, and Mengyin has been holding on for a long time with the support of Ruomu's divine power. Under the continuous beating of the two Void Monks, it is really commendable to maintain an undefeated situation.

The night perched like a god, the traces appeared and disappeared, he arbitrarily crossed the darkness and dreamed of the intimate fighting method, the palms and fingers of the two compartments intersected, the white light and black light burst out, entangled, and scattered, and the sky suddenly brightened like day, and suddenly fell into the eternal night.

Lu Wuzhi stood like a mountain, and the aura of his palms suddenly became disordered, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly became strange. The void fluctuated, pouring out bits of bean-sized crystals into the arena.

Meng Yin exclaimed, "Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi!"

Yuan Qi is the most mysterious and wonderful chaotic qi between heaven and earth, and when the qi gathers, all things are born, and when the qi is dispersed, all things are destroyed, and it is a subtle thing that can only be understood and cannot be spoken.

Cultivators in the Void and Netherworld Period can seek immortality by absorbing Yuan Qi to cultivate their physical bodies, but if they want to turn their void into practical use in actual combat, it is difficult to mobilize those who are not above the Void Netherworld Master.

Lu Wu Taoguang has been in obscurity for many years, and his cultivation seems to have reached the highest state, and then he breaks through the first line and enters the period of extinction, or he may be able to return to the fairy world by daylight.

Dream was surprised, his heart was really envious, no matter how the grievances were entangled, he still hoped that the former enlightened beast could regain its former glory, and it would be better than rotting with the grass and trees in the world.

Lu Wu couldn't guess the broken thoughts caused by the dream, he took a few steps in the air, and the endless Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi roared, converging into a white iron fist and smashing it out.

The fist shadow is steady and condensed, the wind is sweeping, and the domineering and powerful fist strength is vividly triggered, which can be called the most terrifying killing move in the world, and its fierce and unforged strength is enough to destroy everything in the world.

Yeqi's face was pale, and he didn't want to be hurt innocently by Lu Wu's mistake, so he suddenly turned around and threw himself into the dark shadows to dodge.

The more Yuan Qi ran, the stronger the fist shadow became, and the air seemed to be drained in an instant.

Dream Yin's originally light and elegant posture suddenly froze, and the look of panic in his eyes flashed, and then he returned to indifference, no one could resist the blow of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and neither could he.

However, Mengyin did not issue an edict to retreat, and he did not know where the elves could hide in such a realm. Xiao Mengjiu's safe departure made him look forward to the fact that maybe one day, this residual fire could also ignite a raging flame.

Mengyin's state of mind never seemed to be so peaceful, he didn't resent anyone, including Huoyao, Lu Wu, and Yeqi, even if he paid the price of the entire elven clan for the selfishness of these people. Life is not happy, death is not painful, seeing the fist shadow double, he tried his best to force out the remaining mana in his body to form a qi shield to make a final fight.

The shadow of the fist is peerless, and the monstrous power that Pei can't resist can simply smash the sky out of a hole.

Dream Yin stands in front of him like a stubborn stone, as small as dust.

Suddenly, Ruomu shook violently, bursting out of a thousand miles of glory and blending with the dream body.

The dream qi machine soared, and the thick and turbid air shield bloomed with blue light.

The bright light swept away the dense clouds, reflecting the battlefield in a blue light. The cold and abundant killing intent roared in the wilderness, and everyone below was in danger.

The fist shadow roared and boomed!

The mighty roar was deafening, and a brilliant and dazzling circle of light burst out when the fists and shields met, sweeping through the Eight Desolations with overwhelming momentum.

No one can describe the brilliance of this moment, the invincible and invincible power, and the domineering spirit of that person who blocks and kills the Buddha when killing the Buddha is beyond the reach of the world.

There was a click, the thick air shield was shattered, and the dream was like a puppet without a string, fluttering backwards, and a little faint fluorescence overflowed around it, but the flesh had been destroyed.

Lu Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw the shattered rays of the qi shield fluttering one after another, and suddenly rushed towards him in the midst of the rush.

After he exerted his anti-heaven supernatural powers, his aura was chaotic, and the three flavors of his essence and spirit were extremely discordant. Yuan Qi's attack hurt Tianhe, which would inevitably damage the practitioner Dao Ji, and in addition, this place was devastated by the war, and the aura was thin and could not be replenished in time, which made Lu Wu extremely uncomfortable.

The shattered mang was invincible, and after a violent collision between Lu Wu's chest and abdomen, it collapsed, and Lu Wu was hit hard, and a mouthful of essence blood gushed out from his throat.

Ruomu trembled, and exhausted all its vitality when it was in danger, and the leaves were sad, and the journey was sad, and the leaves fell to the root of the fate that could not be escaped. There was a lament all over the place, and it gently turned into dust.

When the fluorescence dissipated, a young infant with a similar appearance to Dream Yin curled up helplessly in the sky, slowly brewing a trace of the power to open his eyelids. The wind warms into a wisp of breeze, full of sadness and flutters towards the dream.

At this moment, the mutation protruded, the void fluctuated quietly, and the pale and black-clothed night perch stepped out of the darkness, smiling and suddenly slapping at Yuan Ying.

In the east, the pale blue sky is painted red, the clouds are gently rolling, and dawn is coming.

It was a day of sorrow and hatred, and the dream passed away suddenly, and the elves collapsed together.

Before he wept bitterly and lost his voice, he heard the holy and undesecrated Wakaki cry, and suddenly it withered completely.

The elves gave up the idea of fighting altogether, and their grief weighed down in their hearts, and they cried out to the heavens and the earth, crying bitterly.

Huo Yao knelt on the mud and wept silently, the tears rolling down poured out his endless guilt and remorse, he cried almost suffocated, and he couldn't wait to dig out his whole heart, crush and trample in this mud.

The wise elf king, the immortal Wakaki, all fell quietly in this battle that left their names in the annals of history.

There are no tombstones, no memorials, but their existence is like a comet streaked across the sky, leaving a brilliant trajectory.

Night-perched staring in the air, his eyes with hidden anger were slightly glazed, and he really couldn't figure out why Ruomu suddenly collapsed. He worked hard and paid a heavy price to take Ruomu for himself, but the mechanism was all empty and happy.

Lu Wu stepped on the place where the dream lead disappeared, his face was as calm as water, he couldn't see joy or sorrow, he stood so cold for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "Dream lead is not born, the sacred tree is also willing to die, things are like this, how can people be worthy!"

Life is one journey after another, tonight is full of fine clothes and jade food, he is looking at the west wind, and he has seen such a high righteousness, how can he not make people hurt for it.

Seeing that the elves were sad and sad, and seeing the white bones everywhere, the enemy looked gloomy and silent.

Only Yeqi was angry in his heart and scolded: "Since this is the case, these Xu people can't stay." ”

Lu Wu sighed secretly, cutting the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows. He was just about to speak, when he suddenly saw the candlelight flickering below, and the elves flickered their wings and gathered together, holding the six-colored glow with a grim face, and recited in unison:

The dawn breaks through the clouds;

The cold wind blows over the mountain tops;

The merciful Holy Spirit comes to him;

Blowing away the clouds, withering glory follows fate.

Flowers bloom one by one;

Bloom all over the woods, all over the wasteland;

Looking at Yunhan, the mind is blue;

Guarded, unswervingly.

Evil spirits lurk in the night;

The enchantment hides in the thorns;

The brave Holy Spirit descended from heaven;

Walk for heaven and wake up death.

The seeds of light take root;

Illuminate the abyss and drive away the darkness;

Through the wind and frost, through the rain and snow;

Defended, fearless......

Lu Wu sighed, his heart was full of mixed feelings, this was like the sentence of the ancient law being adhered to and followed, but it was just his old words. The elves continued to chant solemnly and reverently, and they were so embarrassed that they could hear it.

The rising sun soaked through the clouds and slowly illuminated the wilderness.

The mountains and rivers were silent, and the fragrance of wood leaves suddenly wafted from the distant mountains, and the strong smell of blood seemed to be diluted.

The smell of wood leaves became heavier, and the people of Qinyuan greedily breathed in the fresh air, but they saw that the eyebrows of the night perched were suddenly cold, and they swept to the sky above the elves like chasing the wind and lightning, and slapped them with a palm.

When the rest of the people were busy looking, they saw that the elves were in a place with blazing white light blooming, and after a flash of enveloping the elves, they disappeared, looking around, and their shadows were gone.

The power of the night's palm failed, and he smashed a big hole in the ground, his face was pale, and he said in a loud voice: "Wood elf!"

From beginning to end, Lu Wu stood still, didn't even blink his eyelids, and saw that the audience was at a loss, and then said slowly: "There is a vague description in the ancient texts, saying that the wood elves were born in the depths of the obscurantist forest. However, throughout the wilderness, there has never been a legend of the Wood Elves. Or because it has the body of a wood spirit, it can be transformed into a grass, a tree, a branch and a leaf for the sake of hiding. ”

Everyone was stunned, Lu Wu glanced at Yeqi coldly, and continued: "The matter here is over, Brother Ye, don't forget yesterday's appointment." With that, he led his subordinates to retreat slowly.

Yeqi held the Daluo Sky Net and the Flying Star Annihilation Bow, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The damp wilderness was so full of bones that no one looked at it. The tragic road has long been destined to be lonely, and the morning and twilight will let him wither and turn into mud, and maybe next year there will be flowers all over the place.