At this moment, the war on the battlefield reached a peak.

No one will strike at them at this time, because no one will succeed.

The people from the three major sects and the guys from the Demon Dao side watched the three people on the battlefield from a distance, and they would ensure that there would be no accidents in the battle between the three of them.

The three of them can be killed by each other, but they won't die in an accident, that's the rule.

It is also the respect that the three of them have obtained, and this is the respect that the three of them have earned in exchange for what they have done.

When the long sword in Wu Chengsheng's hand collided with Pang Zhen's spear and Mo Ming's sword, there was a huge collision sound.

The cultivators in the distance could feel that the three of them were exuding an invisible aura from their bodies, and that was Li Guo's luck.

Luck is a false thing, but it is also real, he will choose the person he wants, it doesn't matter if the person is good or pregnant.

The three of them are all guys who have been chosen by luck, and the battle between them is already doomed when they are chosen by luck, because only by solving the other two can Li Guo's luck reach him in order to ensure Li Guo's stability and peace in the future.

"Boy, your strength is good, and you are not a bad guy who was chosen by them. ”

Wu Chengsheng never thought that Pang Zhen would improve his strength to this point during this time, you must know that he has honed his strength in the battlefield for many years.

In fact, Mo Ming's strength made Wu Chengsheng feel even more terrifying, he was an ordinary person, and he didn't look very old, how could he have such strength.

Pang Zhen and Wu Chengsheng are both existences of the Nine Rank Spiritual Root, and at their age, they are naturally unable to cultivate, so what they show is just kung fu.

Pang Zhen's side underwent brutal training after being selected by the three major sects, which is also the origin of those kung fu on him.

No one can suddenly take a step to the sky and still be able to stabilize, if you don't have the strength to match it completely, something will happen.

It is precisely because of this that although the three major sects have chosen Pang Zhen and are cultivating little by little, if he can't grow to what the three major sects expect, they don't recommend choosing another one.

The cruelty that Pang Zhen has experienced these days is unimaginable to ordinary people, he has even hovered between life and death many times, and thanks to the three major sects as his backing, otherwise it would be difficult for him to improve his strength to this level.

How much sweat and effort he put in, except for Pang Zhen himself, the others are not very clear at all, because he chose to eat himself alone because of too much pain and bitterness.

Pang Zhen is also very curious about Mo Ming, he can see that Mo Ming is much younger than him, but his strength is on par with himself.

With such strength and age, he could never have imagined that he was a powerless scholar in the years before him.

Mo Ming's identity was not only investigated by the royal lord, but also by Pang Zhen and the two of them, so they felt so curious about Mo Ming.

"Comfortable, I haven't been so happy for a long time, I deserve to be the commander of the two armies, and my strength is really different from those guys. ”

The strength of the opponents Mo Ming met along the way was all below him, and he didn't have that hearty feeling at all, so although he sang all the way, he always felt that he was almost killed.

"If we hadn't been on the opposite side, maybe we'd be friends. ”

Pang Zhen said this sincerely, because he felt that Mo Ming was very kind to him.

"That's a lot of nonsense, only one of the three of us can survive today, so let's take care of yourselves. ”

Wu Chengsheng brandished his long sword and attacked again, and the three of them had a tacit understanding and did not attack each other's war horses.

Things have come to this point, and the moves of the three of them are all killer moves.

No one will choose to be merciful in this situation, and the mercy of his subordinates at this time is just choosing to give their lives to the other party.

The moves used by the three of them were not bells and whistles, but they were too simple to be simpler, but they were powerful in the hands of the three of them.

Wu Chengsheng's side stabbed directly, and Pang Zhen's spear also stabbed directly, but after confronting his long sword, he directly provoked it, trying to pick Wu Chengsheng's long sword away.

At this time, the sword in Mo Ming's hand swept over directly, and because Mo Ming's side was closer to Pang Zhen, Pang Zhen had to withdraw his spear to resist.

As soon as the spear on Pang Zhen's side was withdrawn, the long sword in Wu Chengsheng's hand slashed directly towards Mo Ming as soon as he turned around.

As soon as the sword on Mo Ming's side touched Pang Zhen's spear, it was shocked back by the force contained in it, and Mo Ming's side hurriedly raised his sword to block Wu Chengsheng's attack.

Pang Zhen saw that Wu Chengsheng and the two of them were now showing flaws, so he directly turned the spear in his hand, and the barrel of the gun attacked Wu Chengsheng s waist directly.

Although this attack did not come from the head of the gun, the force carried in the barrel of the gun should not be underestimated.

Wu Chengsheng had to give up and continue to attack Mo Ming, and directly lay on the horse's back.

Wu Chengsheng lay down here, because the gun was originally attacking his waist, and suddenly there was no target, and after the gun passed through Wu Chengsheng's position, he attacked directly towards Mo Ming.

Mo Ming's side didn't have time to lie on the back of the horse like Wu Chengsheng, so he could only raise his sword and stab at the incoming gun.

The sword in Mo Ming's hand and the spear in Pang Zhen's hand were not ordinary weapons, Mo Ming's side blocked the attack, but the force on the barrel of the gun was transmitted to his side, and the horse under Mo Ming directly stepped out of a hole on the ground.

After Mo Ming resisted the attack, he directly pulled his horse and ran out a few steps, and the spear on Pang Zhen's side also stopped after turning a punch.

Wu Chengsheng's side also got up from the horse at this time, pulled the war horse back a few steps, and returned to the appearance of the three-way confrontation just now.

In the battle just now, they all learned about each other's strength, and they also knew that the three of them would not be able to decide a winner for a while.

Pang Zhen's spear had an advantage in the current situation, and the swords in Wu Chengsheng and Mo Ming's hands were somewhat inferior.

However, Pang Zhen's strength is still a little insufficient compared to the two of them, although Pang Zhen's strength is brutally trained, but it still has some meaning of pulling out seedlings to help grow, so compared to the two of them, it is a little insufficient.

Pang Zhen also felt that he might not be Wu Chengsheng's opponent, so he chose a spear when he went out to fight, so that he would have a little more advantage.

"Come on, send wine, today I will see the three of us drinking and fighting here, and the king and the defeat will all see this battle. Pang Zhen suddenly shouted at this time, it is always impossible to have wine in war.

After Pang Zhen finished shouting, the three jars of wine in the sky fell, and Pang Zhen and Wu Chengsheng both knew it and knew that it was sent by the guys from the three major sects.

Wu Chengsheng directly took a jar of wine and opened the seal on it and drank it, Pang Zhen held a jar of wine in one hand and threw one of the jars directly to Mo Ming.

Although Mo Ming was a little unsure where the wine came from, he still took it when Pang Zhen threw it to him.

After Mo Ming opened the seal, he could smell a rich aroma of wine, and after taking a sip, Mo Ming also knew that this was a jar of spirits.

"Battlefields, spirits, and fights are really good themes for poetry, but it's a pity that I don't want to talk about the original scholar anymore, so I don't want to. ”

Mo Ming took another sip of liquor into his throat, and the hot feeling made him feel very painful, so that he could clearly feel that he was still alive and alive with his own purpose.

"Yes, for the sake of us who are about to die, no matter who dies, we respect him. ”

Mo Ming suddenly raised the jar of wine in his hand, and Pang Zhen and the two were silent for a while before they also raised the wine in their hands and toasted each other.

The people in the distance looked at the three of them who were drinking and talking, and they couldn't figure out what they were doing for a while, the three of them were obviously mortal enemies, why did they do this at this time?

Pang Zhen's wife looked at Pang Zhen who was drinking, and the worry in her heart has not been reassured, these days she has already given her body and mind to him, and she has already arranged for the three major sects to monitor Pang Zhen's existence.

The people on Wu Chengsheng's side are very confident in him, and the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood have come over, and they will not think that he will die in this place.

Mo Ming is invincible in the eyes of the guys he brought, they know that the soldiers on their side are not numerically superior to the other two sides, but they know that they are elite, they are the existence of one enemy.

Just as Mo Ming and the three were drinking, the others led by Mo Ming also arrived at this time and joined the battle without the slightest hesitation.

There was a scuffle between the soldiers of the three sides, no one backed down, and the guys who could join this war all had their own beliefs, and they were fighting for their beliefs.

The sound of fighting was endless, and the drums on Pang Zhen's side and Wu Chengsheng's side also changed in tone, changing from the original war song to a lamentation song, which was struck by those soldiers who died in battle.

After Pang Zhen drank the wine, he threw the wine jar in his hand directly on the ground, and the wine jar was directly broken, and Pang Zhen also clenched the spear in his hand.

"Good wine, but I may not be able to finish it, if I have a chance to survive, I can continue to drink it, and if I don't survive, give it to me." ”

Mo Ming put the wine in his hand on the ground on the side, and a mouthful of wine in his mouth sprayed directly on the sword in his hand, and wiped it with the clothes on his body.

"It's okay to drink until you drink as long as you want, and it's easy to make mistakes if you drink too much, so be it. ”

Wu Chengsheng threw the remaining wine in his hand directly to the ground, and the wine directly penetrated into the ground.

He also pulled out the long sword that he had put away, this time the battle will not stop, only one of the three of them can survive, and the guy who survives will be the winner in this war.

"What's the point of fighting for these in a short life?"

An elder in the distance looked at the three people who were fighting and said with some emotion, he no longer had the slightest desire for power, and he couldn't understand what the three of them were fighting for.

If you can live a chic life in the world, then you can be called alive, but more can only be called alive.

There are too many shackles and worries in life, for money, or fame or fortune, or for women, I have to do something that I don't want to do in my heart, so as to get what I want, but at this time I have lost my original intention.

Don't forget the original intention, you can always be.