The flags were unfurled, the drums and horns sounded in unison, and the divine consciousness of Xuan Wudao swept across the boundless sea of fire, perceiving the Sui Jianxiu who was gradually disappearing, and walked towards Wuchen with steps, and said, "The preface may be counted?"

"A gentleman's word, a daughter's promise. ”

"Okay, if Kunlun can really stop my Immortal Alliance Iron Rider before that doll comes back, I will follow Li Qinyue's statement. ”

"Belong to the Immortal League, attack the mountain!"

Under the order, the children of the three factions rushed to the top of the mountain together with the army of the Immortal Alliance, shouting and killing into the sky.

Fang Jingqi took his lightly injured disciples to guard Dongshan, and the sword array continued to change in the sound of the edict, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, the green dragon, the Teng snake, the eyes, many virtual images came to life, and the sharp sword qi raged in the ten directions.

Long Xiang stepped out of the battle, facing the enemies of the West Mountain Trail, blocking the front like a mainstay, and the dragon halberd opened and closed.

"Xianglong Break the Army!"

After several battles, the bloody battle will rush into the enemy formation, the Decepticon dragon halberd swept through thousands of armies, and the spiritual power like a mountain flood broke the embankment into a purple gold dragon, roaring into the air, and hundreds of grandmaster cultivators flew out upside down with a shock of their wings, blood stained the sky, bones and tendons broken, and wailed and was swallowed by the sea of fire.

The cultivators who surrounded and pressed up again did not dare to meet each other in short arms, urged the magic weapon to protect their bodies, and gestured to each other, each with a talisman, and urged the edict.

"Five Thunder Talismans!"

"Mountain Collapse Talisman!"

"Falling Starfall!"

......

Hundreds of runes rained down, and Long Xiang, who couldn't hide, roared angrily and shook the dragon halberd, and the purple gold Ying Dragon that rose again penetrated the rune light, and the heroes died.

"Bastard of the Qin State, die!"

The black-clothed fairy stepped forward, pressed his palms weakly, and two clouds of plain white cold air surged from his palms, and the surrounding mountain fires were gradually suppressed, and the scorching mountains and fields were much cooler.

Long Xiang slowly got up with the halberd, his complexion changed, he spit out a mouthful of blood, his bloodshot eyes widened, he raised his hand to brush the sweat-soaked long hair behind his head, and spat at the black-clothed fairy, and said, "Let the horse come, you will only be a scum who will shoot secretly!"

"Count Nine!"

"The dragon is out of the abyss!"

The palms wrapped in wind and frost collided with the dragon halberd that triggered the dragon, and the violent energy extinguished the surrounding mountain fires, the earth continued to disintegrate, flying earth and stones, and the cold beating palms between the low roars were gradually pressed down by the dragon halberd, and the black-clothed fairy almost roared unwillingly, and was swept into the sky by the dragon, and his body died.

The heavy dragon halberd slammed into the ground, and Long Xiang swung his fist to blast away the thin cultivator who was sneaking up behind him, and then took another elixir, took a deep breath, jumped into the shallow pit between the two, and dragged the dragon halberd to kill the enemy again.

Haori to the south, the Kunlun disciples' talismans and pills were all stretched, and the unsustainable sword array gradually thinned out, and it completely dissipated through the mountain breeze.

Long Xiang stands out from the crowd with a halberd, his eyes are burning with unyielding fireworks, and his stubborn mind refuses to compromise, but his body is on the verge of limits.

The beating mountain fire gradually distorted, and the warrior in the armor was gradually overwhelmed by countless enemy troops, and the question and answer before the death was still in my ears.

"Master of the house, let's withdraw! Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of running out of firewood. ”

"Uncle Sun, my generation of soldiers is drunk and lying on the battlefield, how can I sleep sweetly if I don't have an iron horse and a glacier to fall asleep? It's not too early, let's go, it's a long way to Kunlun, Long Xiang is young and ignorant, please!"

......

The shouting of killing gradually became piercing, Long Xiang broke free from his memory, slammed his fist to kill a mortal cultivator, lifted the dragon halberd, laughed and rushed into the enemy formation.

Our generation of soldiers is drunk and lying on the battlefield, and there should be an iron horse and a glacier in their dreams, and a sonorous soldier song.

Fang Jingqi held the double sword, controlled the sword formation and fought with the three sect elders, the master sect, Bai Su and other twenty-eight people, the two swords were invincible, and gradually fell into the wind, feeling that the sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and feeling that the opponent's movements were getting faster and faster......

The Kunlun disciples, who were spiritually exhausted, began to be injured and fell, their eyes could not be closed, staring at this beloved land......

The seven or eight immortal swords fell weakly into the sky, and the pagoda smashed straight to the top of the mountain, and several pale Kunlun sword cultivators looked at the pagoda with a chuckle, their spiritual power was exhausted, and they were seriously injured, and it was a good thing that they died like this, at least the senior brothers would no longer be distracted by them.

A sword roar slashed through the sea of fire, and the sword cultivator dressed in brocade swept across the dome, but the sword blocked the pagoda but was slashed by the sword of the cultivator who attacked from the ground.

"Live, don't give up, don't seek the next life, stand in the present!"

The brocade-clothed cultivator turned around and smiled at his junior disciples, and rushed into the tide of coalition forces with the cultivator in front of him.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

"Senior Brother Wang!"

A group of injured people struggled to get up, and Tu Na drew some spiritual power and rushed back and forth to the top of the mountain, laughing and exploding.

"Tao Yan: The fortune of the husband and the earth, there is also an end. The sun and the moon have five stars, and there are also losses. The most holy man of God also has a rest. The husband of the last school also has diseases and injuries......"

The sad chanting sound is no different from the ancient wood in the sea of fire, although it is stubborn, but it will always be drowned by the fight.

Is there still hope for Kunlun?

Maybe there is, maybe not, there is a point of heat, a point of light, there is no need to wait for the torch, if there is no torch after that, everyone is the only light.

The roar in the mountains continued, and hundreds of fairy swords returned to the sword mound, Xuan Wudao clenched his fists with a solemn face, closed his eyes, and did not want to see the death fight in the mountains again.

"Wuchen, surrender, I won't treat Kunlun like this, a gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase. ”

Wu Chen looked at the children in the mountains and shook his head silently, Li Qinyue held back the tears in his eyes, looked at the Dongshan Trail, his fingers that kept pinching and calculating stopped, the streamer on the horizon broke through the smoke and clouds of war, and the excited howl resounded through the mountains.

"Kunlun children, welcome Uncle Xiao back to the mountain!"

The words fell, the purple rhyme starlight was sprinkled scattered, the warm immortal demon Yan swept over the mountains, Luoyang flew and landed on the mountain road, looked around the battle, drew his sword and slashed, the heavenly sword swept in all directions, and hundreds of surrounding grandmaster cultivators fell into the sea of fire, and the treasure shattered.

"He is Qi Tianxiang's apprentice? This sword is sharp enough, no worse than Qi Tianxiang. ”

Xuan Wudao opened his eyes and leaned over to look at Luoyang, which was gradually surrounded by everyone, he did have expectations in his heart, he would fight for three thousand miles alone, and one sword could be used as a million divisions, and now he hoped that this kid was one of them.

"Offend my Kunlun, hurt my siblings, Kunlun is worthy of the world, the world is ashamed of Kunlun, all of them are guilty, and all living beings can be killed!"

The word "kill" fell, Luoyang took a step forward, disappeared into the sea of people like a ghost, and in the next moment, the dazzling sword light like the morning light hung directly in the sky, cutting through the sea of fire, devouring dozens of cave cultivators, and the sound of the treasure shattering here did not wait for a few hundred steps to fall away and the sword light lit up again.

"East, he's on the east!"

The shouting sounded, the heroes looked sideways, the sword light of the eastern sea of fire did not dissipate, and a sword light shone up in front of it, cracking the ground and collapsing the mountain, unstoppable.

"A thousand steps behind, Bai Su, you take the three Opal to meet him!"

The scholar in the cabin passed on the voice, Bai Su withdrew from the battle circle, and shouted to the three opals: "You three, come with me!"

The three opals nodded to the elders of their respective sects, jumped down the mountain, stepped on the sea of green leaves and fire, and their figures rose and fell across a thousand steps, and the soldiers pointed directly at Luoyang.

"Fellow Daoists, be careful, that thief is here!"

The Baisu people did not come to the sound of the first word, and the dozens of scattered cultivators who heard the sound and returned to their senses turned around at the same time to lock on to Luoyang, which had just appeared, and the seven-color magic seal streamer was dazzling, and the antique seal stone grew into the size of a mountain in the wind, and smashed down, and the thorn rope lock silently escaped into the ground, ready to go, and the plain white moon wheel was hidden like a sea of fire, drawing a strange arc, and taking the lead in cutting down to Luoyang's back.

Luoyang, who was sitting cross-legged in the sea, opened his eyes and blended into the soul of Luoyang, Luoyang, who was under siege, hooked the corners of his mouth, his eyes flashed red, and he lightly lifted the heavenly sword, and a line of hook and streamer rushed into the enemy formation, wailing, and the seal stone and moon wheel all fell into the dust.