Zhang Wuwu waited anxiously and painfully for a long time, but no one came out.

By this time the sun was already in the west. The afterglow is sprinkled on Mochizuki Mountain, the whole mountain is purple and yellow, the fog in the mountain gradually rises and there is a trace of coolness, a few birds and finches on the ancient trees in the distance stay quietly on the branches, looking at the figure of one or two hundred human beings who refuse to leave in the distance, twisting their heads from time to time. There is only silence here.

A group of people is waiting for hope, a group of people are waiting for death. Although each has different ideas, the purpose is the same. The more time passed, the closer it was to the outcome, and everyone looked at the hole, afraid that what they were waiting for would not match what they wanted.

The sunset hung on the distant mountain, revealing only one face, and the darkness extended to the entrance of the cave, and everyone's expectations seemed to sink with the sunset.

At this moment, footsteps were heard in the cave, and the two sides looked at the entrance of the cave in unison. I saw a young man holding a black long sword in his hand, and the arc was circulating on it.

"Do it!"

Seeing the sword in the young man's hand clearly, Gu Biaoshi glanced at Kunqi and the three of them, and they all rose to the sky. Three people got up, and four more people rose into the air, and seven flying swords released a sky-high aura to kill the young man.

Without friendship, today, there is only life and death! This young man will definitely not survive if he does not die, and the horror of his strength has already been seen in the cave.

"Deacon be careful!" Xu Qingguang and Zhang Wuwu shouted.

Seven people rose up, seven swords came out of the sky, Wang Han's face was indifferent, and there was no wave in his eyes. Looking at the sunset that was about to set in the distance, the killing intent suddenly appeared in his indifferent and calm eyes, and then a soaring four-color sword power slashed out from the black long sword in his hand.

"The last rays of the sunset are so beautiful that they can help you light the way to the Yellow Springs. The four-color sword power was killed, and Wang's cold and indifferent voice echoed faintly on Mochizuki Mountain.

"This is the trick that the boss didn't survive, it's really desperate. Gu Biao's eyes jumped as he looked at the breath rising from the young man's body, and when he saw the four-color sword power coming again, he couldn't help but panic, but as soon as the sword came out, there was no reason to turn back. Besides, there are still six people on his side, and I don't believe that the other party can stump the six of them.

Not only Gu Biao thought so, but Shi Xiang also thought so, everyone gathered firewood and the flame was high, and their courage was also a little stronger.

The eight attacks collided together, and a circle of destructive power dispersed like a wave of water. Wang Han's body smashed heavily into the cave, and the seven people were even more unbearable, all vomiting blood/smashing into the earth like seven meteors.

"Deacon!"

The people of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance shouted loudly, but there was no echo from the cave. And Gu Biao's seven subordinates were even more panicked at this moment, and hurriedly looked at their own few fallen adults, but saw that their own adults were all scattered at the moment, bleeding from their mouths, and leaving countless sword marks on their bodies, which were caused by the dense sword qi invasion.

"Are you dead?" Shi Xiang coughed up blood in his mouth and looked at Gu Biao, who was also miserable on the side.

Gu Biao's eyes were dim, and as the strongest person among the seven, he suffered the most damage, so he lay flat on the ground, slowly turned his head to look at Shi Xiang, and said, "No, we can't go back to Sanshenghai." ”

Gu Biao's eyes were lonely, and he sighed faintly. This young man was only in the Spirit Gathering Realm, but he defeated his seven high-level cultivators with a single sword. This defeat is not only a defeat in the battle, but also represents the end of life, and it is also a failure of the realm theory that I have been believing in for hundreds of years.

Gathering Spirits and Defeating Eight Condensing Souls, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Gu Biao would not have believed it in his life. Such frustration makes people despair.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, a breath comparable to the late stage of the spirit gathering rose from the cave, and then a huge explosion occurred at the mouth of the collapsed cave, the dust dispersed, and the young man held a black long sword, which was the spiritual weapon of Zhao Tianwang, and now several of his own people are also going to fall under this sword, sad, sad.

The sword qi was criss-crossing around the young man, although his clothes had become strips of cloth in many places, and his whole body was infected with blood stains to form pieces of blood, but no one dared to question his achievements and strength at this moment, and every time he got closer to everyone, everyone's oppression increased by one more point.

"The deacon is mighty!"

"The deacon is mighty!

Seeing that Wang Han was fine, the excitement of the people of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance could no longer be suppressed, and their voices were hoarse. During the nearly half month of captivity, it is difficult for people who have not put themselves in their shoes to appreciate the hard-won success of this dawn. The shock of the eight Soul Condensation Realm powerhouses, all hope was dimmed.

Seeing this situation, the hundreds of Sansheng Sea Gathering Spiritual Cultivators who had previously controlled Zhang Wuwu and the others all fled for their lives. The eight bosses were defeated, and the gap between themselves and others and such strong people was not at all something that could be made up by quantity.

"Run, don't cut off your path here. An old man in the late stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm pulled the stumbling apprentice and fled, the apprentice fell, and the old man's anxious voice remembered. Voices like this came and went, and in an instant, hundreds of people fled cleanly, leaving behind a mess. Zhang Wuwu and the others were unguarded, and they broke free from the restraints, and pointed at the seven people who fell to the ground with their swords.

"It's really a heavenly demon, I never thought that I would be folded in the hands of a little doll, hahahaha......" Looking at Wang Han who walked in, Kun Qi laughed maniacally.

"Fellow Daoists, I'll take the first step!" After speaking, he cut off his life.

"Kunqi Daoyou!"

When the six of them saw Kunqi go west, a kind of sadness hung in their hearts.

"Little brute, I'll kill you!"

A monk in the early stage of soul condensation was hoarse at this moment, and he was about to burst out with a loud curse, and the residual aura rose, and Zhang Wuwu and the others all took a step back, but before this person could get up, a black sword pierced his throat.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he finally fell to the ground in boundless resentment. "It's so sad that I can't recognize my mistake until I die, and death is set when you cast your sword at me. Wang Han shook his head.

Kill!

The other five people glanced at each other, and there was a hint of determination in their eyes, and they all burst out and wanted to fight to the death. But under Wang Han's sword, the five people soon became five corpses, and the difference in strength made the five seriously injured and dying have no chance.

The enemy was all killed, and the joy in everyone's eyes was beyond words. But one of them fell to his knees.

"Deacon, please give me a death!" Wang Han's eyes froze, and the bone-chilling chill instantly interrupted the joyful atmosphere in the field. looked at Xu Qingguang and said slowly: "You really deserve to die!"

Xu Qingguang's whole person was like falling into an ice cellar at this moment, his head was drenched in cold sweat, and the deacon's killing intent made Xu Qingguang understand what real fear was, and a touch of despair flashed in his eyes.

"What do you five think should be done with Xu Qingguang!" Wang Han's killing intent became heavier and heavier, and the chill enveloped the five of them.

"This ......"

The five of them didn't speak, Wang Han's face was expressionless, so that people couldn't guess a little thought, and then raised the long black face in his hand to Xu Qingguang, "It's shameful to betray, since that's the case, don't blame me!"

Looking at the black long sword that Wang Han raised, everyone's hearts were also lifted with the sword.

"The deacon's subordinates are merciful, and their subordinates are willing to ask for Xu Qingguang's life. ”

Seeing that the long sword was about to be stabbed, Zhang Wuwu's voice resounded throughout the audience, and then the ten monks who followed Xu Qingguang also knelt on the ground one after another.

"Reason!"

Wang Han asked loudly.

"Xu Qingguang's betrayal of the deacon is true, but it also saved the lives of everyone in the field. Even if Xu Qingguang doesn't say that Zhao Tianwang and the others will enter the cave, a big battle will still happen! I beg the deacon to spare Xu Qingguang's life! If the deacon is unwilling, Zhang Wuwu is willing to accompany Xu Qingguang to die together!"

After that, Zhang Wuwu put the flying sword in his hand against his throat, and he really had the bearing of not being afraid of life and death.

Looking at Zhang Wuwu, Wang Han had a trace of interest on his face.

"You two are the most incompatible, why did you die for him. ”

"What the subordinates are asking for is the conscience of more than 60 people in the field, and I hope that the deacon will release Xu Qingguang!"

Since you have come to this point, I will be kind enough to let Xu Qingguang go. This is the Golden Dragon Sword, I will give it to you today, and I hope you will not insult this sword!"

"This ......"

Zhang Wuwu looked surprised, not knowing whether this sword should be taken or not. But with a turn in his mind, he respectfully took the golden long sword.

"Thank you, Deacon!"

Zhang Wuwu took the sword, got up and bowed to Wang Han, but looked at Xu Qingguang who was kneeling on the ground.

Gifted the Golden Dragon Sword, Wang Han turned his head to look at Xu Qingguang and took a few steps forward to help him up.

"Thank you for saving the lives of these dozens of people for me, this is Zhao Tianwang's sword. As he spoke, he took out a black book in his left hand and handed it to Xu Qingguang, and then said: "This is the thunder method practiced by King Zhao Tianwang, and it is good to practice." ”

"My subordinates don't deserve such a heavy treasure!" Facing the two things handed over by Wang Han, Xu Qingguang was ashamed.

"Put it away!"

Wang Han hated a mother-in-law the most in his life, this Xu Qingguang saw that Wang Han was really angry, and hurriedly accepted two heavy treasures, bowed to Wang Han, and then bowed to Zhang Wuwu.

Seeing the truth in adversity, Zhang Wuwu will intercede for himself with the deacon's killing intent, and this kind of kindness is indescribable.

Zhang Wuwu stepped forward and patted Xu Qingguang, but Zhang Wuwu, who has always been respected as cold water noodles, showed a smile at this moment.

"Okay, speed up the battlefield, and divide the property of these seven people equally!"

The wealth of the seven was a terrible fortune, and it was not a disadvantage for the people to follow him.

Watching everyone clean up the battlefield, Wang Han's eyes looked into the distance. The demon disaster has not yet subsided, and the remaining demons must be swept away as soon as possible!