Ever since Li Mengluan and Song Zhendong set out on their expedition, Xuantian was extremely uneasy in his heart, always feeling that a disaster would befall him. That night, Xuantian was so anxious that he couldn't sleep at all. Thinking about the army fighting on the border, the imperial city is empty, and if the villains take the opportunity to sneak attack, it will definitely cause a lot of damage. So Xuantian left the palace and began to inspect the situation in the city. An hour later, after making sure that there was nothing suspicious in the city, Xuantian was still not very relieved, so he decided to go outside the city to explore, and also take the opportunity to calm down.

Before he took two steps out of the city, he heard a shocking noise from the northwest, and then covered the sky and Qinghua with countless thunderbolts in the air. Xuantian was shocked in his heart, knowing that there must have been an accident, so he rushed to the place where the incident occurred at full speed.

Six blood-colored chains stretched out from the palms of the black-clothed men, and in an instant, they covered the neck, limbs, and waist of the purple-robed man. Then the black-clothed men immediately tightened the chains, as if they were about to squeeze the purple-robed man flat. This blood-colored chain is a magic weapon called the "bloodthirsty chain", which can cause the blood in the bound person's body to continuously seep out, suck into the chain, and transform into spiritual power, which can be used by the holder.

At this moment, the purple-robed man only felt weak, his blood flowed backwards, his true qi leaked out, and he would fall into a coma at any time, but the expression on his face was still resolute, and his dark purple eyes stared coldly at the black-clothed people, as if he wanted to see through them. The man in black was stared at by him, and the cold air behind him was straight, and one of them said angrily: "It's really displeasing to see that the king of Hades is still so hard, the brothers inject more spiritual power and send him on the road as soon as possible." The rest of the people nodded in acquiescence, and the spiritual power in their hands continued to be injected into the chains, seeing that the purple-robed man was about to die in Huangquan.

The green mangs are flashing, and the sword is shining through the sky, like six meteors falling. The blood-colored chain was suddenly cut off and turned into two, and the sword qi stirred up a gust of wind and rolled back, and all the people in black were blown away a few feet away.

Xuantian's voice sounded, clear and loud: "Six bullying one, you are really a kind, now that Yasukuni is in turmoil, you can also join in the fun?"

The bloody sea and bloody wind swept the battlefield. The afterglow of the remnant sun reflects the desolation.

The brute soldiers continued to rush out of the ground, and the girl mechanically waved the iron sword in her hand, even if her vision was blurred, even if her movements were hard, even if her spirit was paralyzed, she still couldn't stand still.

Even if the blood is like an ocean, even if the grievances are as deep as the abyss, it will not come to an end.

Song Zhendong shouted with all his strength: "Mingjin, withdraw the troops!"

The sound of gold rang out loudly, swinging through the sky, sharp and piercing. Such a sound that can be heard by the deaf has no effect on the girl. She was unconscious, she had forgotten her emotions, like a machine repeating its work.

Song Zhendong only now understands that Li Mengluan has lost his mind, and he is no longer the extremely kind and cheerful girl he knows. His heart was filled with pain and anxiety, and Song Zhendong couldn't watch Li Mengluan rolling in the bitter sea of sin, and he had no choice.

Riding horses, galloping, and rushing into battle. Song Zhendong came to Li Mengluan's side in an instant, and at the moment when she swung her sword to slaughter, she raised the Dragon Yin Sword to resist, and condensed her ten success forces in one block, which can be described as going all out.

The blood is falling in the sky, the golden mangs are reversed, the dragons and snakes are dominant, and the ghosts and gods are vying for power.

For a while, the brilliant light burst out in all directions, making the dust all shine. The strong wind howled and rolled back, how could the barbarian soldiers withstand the impact of such airflow, and they were forced back several feet back.

Between a fight, distinguish between the high and the low. The blood-colored torrent was churning and surging, and its unruly power pressed Song Zhendong to the point that he could barely breathe, and even his soul felt suffocated.

The blood-soaked black dress was dark red, and the smell of the smell became more and more intense, and it was disgusting to smell. Song Zhendong seemed to hear the wails of countless resentful spirits, as well as the call of the ghost king in the depths of hell.

Li Mengluan's face was not bloody, like a lonely ghost who had not been contaminated with life. The eyes that used to hide joy and excitement are no longer radiant, and they are no longer full of colors, leaving only a bottomless hollow. In the deep, deep darkness of the hollow, there is a desire for killing, a yearning for blood, but none of these can hide the deepest trace of fear and confusion.

Song Zhendong trembled violently, not frightened by the cold and terrifying cold in Li Mengluan's eyes, but by the unforgettable pain and sorrow. Song Zhendong, who had never cried once in his life, and was as strong as he held back tears even when his father died, shed his first tears. What kind of grief can melt such a strong heart? This is more than sympathy and pity, because Song Zhendong can really feel the pain in Li Mengluan's heart. A wound of no matter how long or wide it is, can heal slowly, but only a broken heart is difficult to recover no matter how much it is saved. Song Zhendong would rather fall himself than let his innocent cousin sleep in the dark abyss. Why is God so unfair?

The air burst out, and the blood swelled. The golden mangs on Song Zhendong's sword became more and more dim, and finally he couldn't support the heavy pressure like a mountain, and his defensive position collapsed instantly. Jin Mang's body disappeared suddenly, and Song Zhendong's body could no longer be on the horse, and he was ruthlessly knocked upside down and flew out. After Song Zhendong's feet landed, he wanted to forcibly fix his body that was sliding backwards, but even then he was pushed backwards about five zhang to stabilize his body. Song Zhendong couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Li Mengluan's cultivation was unfathomable, but he never guessed why Li Mengluan had such cultivation. After all, in his eyes, even if Li Mengluan is stronger than him, the gap between the two should not be so huge.

Song Zhendong's sudden appearance saved the remnants of the barbarian soldiers. Seeing that Li Mengluan had shifted the target of the slaughter, the soldiers finally decided not to fight desperately for the time being, but to avoid the distance and watch the changes, and then act at the opportunity, so as not to accelerate the death and injury. From this point, it can be seen that the barbarians have not lost their minds, and they are still quite afraid of Li Mengluan.

The barbarian retreated and Song Zhendong was in the arms, in order to prevent Li Mengluan from discovering the clues, Song Zhendong swung his sword and rushed straight towards Li Mengluan. Secretly injected the power of the dragon chanting fist into the sword, and the dragon chanting sword immediately bloomed with golden brilliance, shining like a star.

The ancient dragon, looking into the distance, roaring and shocking, turbulent all over the world, thousands of years of wonder, now reappear!

Song Zhendong waved the dragon sword in his hand, and the sword qi turned into a golden dragon, soaring in the air, coming and going unhindered. Even the high mountains and the bottomless deep sea could not stop it, as if everything that stood in its way would crumble and collapse under its majesty. The celestial phenomena were also infected by the dragon's momentum, and began to undergo drastic changes, with the air pressure dropping rapidly and the stratus clouds condensing in one place. The air currents converge where the stratus clouds are accumulated, circling and rioting, quickly forming a whirlpool of air currents, and the clouds twist and turn in the whirlpool, unable to be freed.

The dazzling thunder flashed three times, and the cyan Yaohua covered people's eyes. The golden dragon took advantage of the chaos of the world to suddenly attack, Li Mengluan seemed to be blinded by the thunder, and did not notice the golden dragon's attack.

Calling the wind and thunder, roaming endlessly, the spirit of war is oracle, who competes with each other.

The golden dragon erupted with astonishing power, thousands of golden mangs rose into the air, and Li Mengluan was firmly trapped in it by Guanghua, and there was no way to avoid it, and it seemed that he would definitely be hit. As the golden mangs burst out in the air, the heavens and the earth fell into a shock, as if the universe was subverted. The brutes were affected by the ground movement and could not see anything clearly, but when the shaking stopped, the sight before them made them petrified on the spot.

I saw Li Mengluan unscathed, standing in place, the iron sword had been sheathed. At this moment, she used both hands to firmly "pinch" the head of the golden dragon that Hua Guang had turned into, so that it could not be free! The golden dragon seemed to want to break free from Li Mengluan's control, but found that it was extremely difficult to even twist and swing his "body". Li Mengluan's true qi surged in his hand, and a blood-colored aura rose from his hand, brutally squeezing and retracting. The brilliance on the golden dragon's body finally slowly faded, and the light was still shining a moment ago, but now it was like smoke drifting away, and there was no trace to be found.

Song Zhendong finally understood how far the gap between the two was, and a wry smile appeared on his face, as if he was laughing at himself, but also implied a little regret that was not easy to be detected.

"I'm too weak to save her or myself. There was a voice in the depths of his heart sighing, "Is this the end?"

Seeing Li Mengluan walking towards him step by step, his face was still cold and his eyes were still cruel, Song Zhendong chose to give up, no longer bothered to attack and defend, and stood silently in place.

What's the use of fighting to the death? Not only will you not be able to protect yourself, but you will hurt her. If my sacrifice can bring her back to her senses, it will be worth it!