The Purple Demon Monarch didn't talk nonsense, the shot was a saint-level strong law, a white bone god and demon appeared, and in an instant, all the righteous monks present were affected, and for a while, there were many illusions, as if there were infinite white bones pouring out from his side, frantically tearing his own flesh and blood, and some of the poor strength had fallen into the illusion, and their bodies had changed, as if they were really torn to pieces by the infinite white bones.

But of course, Zhao Jingshen was not afraid of this fantasy, but he was not only facing the illusion brought by the White Bone Gods and Demons, but also the White Bone Gods and Demons themselves, so the pressure he was under was no less than those Melting Moon Stage Righteous Path Monks who were deep in the illusion.

Zhao Jingshen didn't dare to be careless at all, and immediately summoned Bai Gengshen as well, and at the same time urged the Great Zhou Tianshan River Taiyu Pupil to launch an attack on the Purple Demon Monarch, and even urged the magic weapon that had not been used for a long time. Over the years, Zhao Jingshen has walked the world with the Taiyu pupil of the Great Zhou Tianshan River, plus Haoyu God and Bai Gengshen, and so on, the real person in the Dao period is not his opponent at all, and it is possible to be killed instantly, and he is also a ghost who does not come and go freely, and he really kills one person in ten steps, and does not stay for thousands of miles.

In this case, Zhao Jingshen couldn't use the magic weapon at all.

But right now, he can't be capricious, let alone magic weapons, even those few short-level strong methods that have not been used for a long time have been used by Zhao Jingshen, just to resist the endless attacks of the Purple Demon Monarch.

For a while, the two of them fought so violently that no one dared to approach within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Su Ningshuang, Bai Xuanzhen, and Plaice Wing Zhenren have not been flawless since ancient times, and naturally they have no spare strength to help Zhao Jingshen.

This time, the Demon Dao has been setting up a long game in order to kill Zhao Jingshen, and in the face of such a layout, even Zhao Jingshen is difficult to spare, not only Zhao Jingshen, but everyone present is in a critical situation, and maybe the whole army will be wiped out.

After a fierce battle, Zhao Jingshen had already self-detonated Haoyu God and Bai Gengshen successively, although he defeated the White Bone God and Demon twice, consumed a lot of mana of the Purple Demon Monarch, and even made the Purple Demon Monarch suffer a little bit of minor injury due to the spell backlash, but Zhao Jingshen also reached the time when the donkey skills were exhausted, and he could only rely on the Great Zhou Tianshan River Taiyu Pupil to support him.

The situation of the others is even worse than him, the flounder real person has fallen, Bai Xuan Zhenren and Su Ningshuang each have one more opponent, and they are all seriously injured, otherwise it will be a long time before they fall.

After Su Ningshuang once again urged the Moon Law in the well to block the enemy's attack, he finally reached the end of his rope.

At this time, the surging light of the water moon carried by Jing Zhongyue was already extremely dim, and her two Dao weapon-level flying swords were also greatly damaged, and they could no longer condense the sword light in a short period of time. The defense stopped by the Bichao sword qi around him was already full of holes, and the defensive treasure light released by the defense magic weapon was only a thin layer.

Seeing that the goal was about to be achieved, the real person of the Demon Sect let out an arrogant laugh, and the three major divine corpses were killed like lightning, and at the same time, another real person of the Demon Dao also quickly made a move, restricting Su Ningshuang's movements. Although the three major divine corpses were scarred, after the real people of the Hades Ghost Sect were on guard, Jing Zhongyue was never able to seriously damage any of the divine corpses.

When encountering a joint attack by two real people, where is there room for Su Ningshuang, who is already at the end of the crossbow, to resist? But Jian Xiu has never been a character who closes his eyes and waits for death, let alone a person like Su Ningshuang, who is as cold as frost?

The light burst out, the surging light of the water and moon suddenly became stronger, and the cold light on the snow tide sword flashed, as if it turned into a clear snow light, and in a desperate situation, Su Ningshuang killed the three major god corpses with an indomitable momentum.

The face of the real person of the Hades Ghost Sect changed slightly, and he sneered: "The trapped beast is still fighting!"

The momentum of the three major god corpses suddenly skyrocketed, killing Su Ningshuang.

Seeing that the two were about to be killed together, at this moment, the heavens and the earth were infected with the color of dusk at some point, and time suddenly became extremely slow, and in the slow background like a snail crawling, a silver-gray phoenix bird appeared out of thin air, instantly passing through the chest of the three major god corpses, and then killing the real person of the Hades Ghost Sect.

The pupils of the real person of the Hades Ghost Sect suddenly dilated, and his face showed a look of horror, but his movements were extremely slow, and he could only watch as Feng Ge's sword qi broke through his chest.

Eventually, the flow of time returned to normal.

The real person of the Ghost Sect lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief, and the next moment, the vitality collapsed, and the vision of the fall of the real person in my Dao period shook the audience.

Instant kill!

At this moment, everyone present was stunned, and the other Demon Dao real person who was besieging Su Ningshuang was even more like a mouse seeing a cat, retreating like lightning, with a frightened look on his face.

"'Fengge Sword' Song Mingting?" Purple Demon Monarch's face suddenly sank, and he had a premonition that something was in trouble.

The shadow of the famous tree, even if it is a master of the Yuan Ming Dynasty like the Purple Demon Monarch, at first glance, Song Mingting can't help but cheer up the spirit of 120,000 points, let alone others.

For a moment, everyone stopped moving. It was as if he was welcoming Song Mingting.

This is the prestige of the city, this is the prestige of the play!

Su Ningshuang glanced at Song Mingting, and a shallow smile appeared on her face, which was fleeting. But she didn't say anything, but took the opportunity to take out the pill and recover.

"How did you get in?" asked the Purple Demon Monarch in a deep voice. The immortal talisman he used not only restrained Zhao Jingshen's teleportation ability, but also moved the entire battlefield to another dimension, that is, it would take a long time for a real person in the Yuan Ming period to enter the battlefield, how did Song Mingting and my Dao period real people do it?

"Time and space are one, and my attainments in space are not weak. Song Mingting smiled faintly, and the big snow sword behind his back came out of its sheath and slowly fell into his hand.

If he is good at other avenues, then even if his combat power is comparable to that of a real person in the middle of the Yuan Ming Dynasty, he will not be able to enter the battlefield so easily, but he has successively practiced the Fengge Sword Qi and the Folding Plum Sword Technique, and he has extraordinary attainments in space, although he can't do large-scale teleportation at will like Zhao Jingshen, but he can still track the clues in the endless space.

Seeing that Song Mingting was holding the Great Snow Sword in his hand and made an attack gesture, all the Demon Dao real people present, including the Purple Demon Monarch, were all nervous.

"Song Mingting, don't think that if you kill the White Bone Ghost Monarch, you can ignore all the real people in the Yuan Ming Dynasty, today I want to see how much ability you have?" Of course, fear is fear, and the cruel things that should be said still have to be said.

Besides, the Purple Demon Monarch was not frightened, so he would not turn around and flee as soon as he saw Song Mingting.

The momentum of the two masters collided in mid-air, stirring up a violent wind.

Zhao Jingshen retreated, and when he passed by Song Mingting's side, he threw down a "thank you", his expression was quite awkward.

Song Mingting nodded slowly, and then headed towards the Purple Demon Monarch.

The faint blue night fell, the cold white plum trees grew savagely, and there was a sudden coldness with a dark fragrance between the heavens and the earth.

Zhemei swordsmanship is brazenly launched!

The power of the Law of Winter enters the Great Snow Sword, making it more powerful.