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Fight evil with evil

The army of the undead engulfed the Falling Snow Sect like a tide.

More than 100,000 sect disciples roared angrily, and they also greeted this unprepared battle.

At the beginning of the war, those undead armies fell into a disadvantaged situation and were pressed and beaten by the disciples of the sect.

The undead rushed into the battlefield with their broken weapons, fighting like they didn't know whether to live or die, and they didn't know what to fear.

If a person is dead, if he is more powerful than when he was alive, then the world will be really in chaos.

But the Legion of the Undead has a benefit that a living person can never have, and that is immortality.

Those undead warriors, who had no martial arts, only the realm of self (body shēn) and physical fitness, they were cut to the ground again and again, but they got up again and again.

At the beginning of the confrontation, the disciples of the sect were very aggressive, they had done a big vote before, and they followed the Luoxue Sect to slaughter so many civilians, which was the period of rising morale.

It's like a little hooligan who has just followed a big hooligan and successfully grabbed a vote on the street, they are excited, and there is a kind of arrogance that the world sacrifices who they are.

But then, the momentum began to fade, and when they realized that it was an impossible battle.

When the undead warriors they had crushed again and again got up from the ground again and again, jumped up and slashed at themselves with their axes, they began to panic and lose their hearts.

How would you feel if you found that your enemies could not be killed no matter how they were killed, but your own physical and mental strength continued to decline as the battle continued.

The army of the undead charged three times, and each time they were blocked by a huge number of sect disciples, but the fourth time, they finally broke through the crowd!

"Damn, what kind of monsters are these! Why can't they be killed!"

"Damn, I've cut this thing three times before, why is it standing up again now!"

The situation began to reverse, and the disciples of the sect couldn't bear it anymore, and gradually retreated.

And those undead warriors seemed to have endless fighting spirit, they rushed into the crowd, climbing, jumping, and charging quickly, slashing the sect disciples to the ground!

Senior Brother Duanmu soared into the sky, and the galaxy bow in his hand kept hitting in turns, and rounds of streamer arrows were sprinkled down, and he was already red-eyed.

And each round of arrows can kill at least ten or more undead warriors.

The undead killed by the Xuanpin Xinghe bow (shooting shè) can't get up again, but Xiang Nan doesn't care at all.

His army of the undead numbered more than 100,000!

Immediately afterwards, a more terrifying and desperate scene appeared.

Those sect disciples who were slashed and killed actually got up too! They turned into undead spirits and turned around to deal with the Falling Snow Sect!

Our side does not decrease but increases, while the enemy retreats one after another.

Senior Brother Duanmu, along with the other four masters of the First Heavy Cultivation, were all stunned after seeing such a scene.

Burst!

An undead warrior (身shēn) three meters tall jumped up and split the sect disciple in half with a single sword.

And the two halves of the sect's (body shēn) body squirmed a few times, reglued together, stood up (body shēn) and turned into an undead warrior, turned around, and began to slaughter his fellow disciples.

Senior Brother Duanmu soared in mid-air, looking at such a scene, he only felt his head buzzing, and said in a trembling voice: "The end (day) rì...... This is the real end (日 rì). ”

Even more terrifying than the slaughter is transformation.

Xiang Nan looked at the army of the undead who were immortal and invincible, and looked at the skeleton soldiers who were broken and reassembled one by one, as if he saw himself in a state of death.

After entering the state of necromancy, just like them, they are monsters that have no life and no heartbeat, and cannot be killed no matter what.

Xiang Nan didn't have the slightest joy and excitement, and there was only infinite sadness in his heart.

This is not what he wants, he is a decent disciple of the dignified Haoran Sect, but now, he has been (forced bī) bī) to embark on the evil path.

The Sword of the Dead is heretical and evil, and every undead warrior who is hacked to death and resurrected consumes the power of the Sword of the Dead.

The Sword of the Dead, on the other hand, draws the life force of the world from the surroundings to replenish the sword (身shēn).

The Falling Snow Sect, which was once blessed with condensed spiritual energy, has now turned into a strange mountain covered with gray stains!

"Why...... Why ((forced bī)bī) me. Xiang Nan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth hard.

Why did I get to this point.

"It's that kid who is wrong!" Senior Brother Duanmu suddenly burst into a shout, pointed at Xiang Nan in the sky, and shouted: "The sword in his hand! The sword in his hand is glowing, it's an evil sword!"

"It must be because of that sword that he can not die, everyone takes that sword away, and he no longer has the ability to resurrect infinitely!"

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of sect disciples all roared and rushed into the sky, rushing towards Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan held his hands behind his back, and the sword of the dead hovered at his (身shēn) side.

In the sky, thousands of flying undead rushed down and collided with the disciples who flew up.

At this time, the army of the undead in Xiang Nan's direction already had 150,000 people, and the disciples of the sect had been reduced from 150,000 to 110,000!

Forty thousand disciples of the Martial Arts Sect, the blood stained the Snow Sect, and the blood flowed like a red river.

In the sky, a huge gray whirlpool, as if it was about to engulf everything, slowly turned, sprinkling overwhelming resentment.

"Fighting evil with evil is not what I want. Xiang Nan sighed and said coldly: "But you are me, and I have to use extreme measures." ”

"Is it worth it? In the distance, Xiao He looked at Xiang Nan with (情qíng).

"Value. "Xiang Nan cut the railway.

"Look at the faces of these people, look at their hideous faces, do I want to use virtue and righteousness to influence them?"

"It's useless, some people are born with a love of movement ((swing dàng) dàng) and like to create chaos. ”

Xiang Nan narrowed his eyes: "There is always someone who wants to stand up against them, if this person must be me, I will not hesitate." ”

"Even if I bear the infamy of eternity, even if I am spurned by the world, I admit it. ”

As he spoke, Xiang Nan raised the sword of the dead high and said, "I want blood!

"I want them to taste what it's like to be slaughtered in despair! Let these damned scum taste the pain of being split by a cold blade!"

"Kill me!!"

The Frost Dragon swooped down towards the Judgment Table, carrying Xiang Nan on its back.

The dragon opened its mouth and snorted through the air, spewing out an astonishing chill from its mouth.

Where the cold air passed, there was a path of frost, and all the sect disciples on the path were frozen into icicles in an instant!

Syllable!

Xiang Nan snapped his fingers, and those icicles shattered into broken ice all over the ground.

"You evil sect crooked! You are not worthy of being a disciple of the sect!" In the air ahead, Senior Brother Duanmu roared at Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan's eyes were cold, and he shouted: "I am unworthy, but you are even more unworthy!"

"Have you ever softened your hands in the face of those unarmed people! Have your consciences been condemned!"

"I tell you, I'm here to you today!"

"Even if I degenerate into a ghost, I will drag you all to hell!"