This sword goes down, only victory, not defeat!

If you can't kill the five sufferings with one sword, then the person who is willing to explode the Yuan Shen body behind him will become meaningless.

Five to five, it is no longer the same calculation as before, which can overthrow the five sufferings of the Little Hidden King in one fell swoop, but the five people of their Tiangan strong Ding group have to face a powerful ghost king in front of them.

This battle was time, and when the enemy failed to complete the encirclement, everyone left safely.

It is still heavily encircled, and there is no way to retreat, the three groups of people and horses of the Heavenly Stem Branch were trapped on the battlefield by tens of millions of Yin soldiers and ghosts, and they all went to die.

In the single group of the earth branch, the Confucian quasi-sage who was chattering in a pedantic manner, Zhong Xi, had already exploded the two gods of yin and yang, and added a natal object, which made the ghost generals in the formation embarrassed and difficult to gather for a while.

Zhong Xi, who lost his supernatural powers, seemed to have aged a hundred years in an instant, and became an old man who was about to fall in the wind, but he still straightened his backbone on the battlefield.

The breath in the hearts of Confucian people is the backbone of this heaven and earth!

It can't be poured, and it can't be broken!

This great Confucian, who is expected to be selected as a Confucian sage after a war, has no hope of shaping a meritorious golden body in the Confucian Temple of Literature in this life, and will be admired and worshiped by hundreds of millions of students in time.

Do you regret it?

No regrets!

The old man stood straight on the battlefield and shouted with his last breath.

"The right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life!"

"The backbone that stretches for thousands of miles supports the pride of the family and the country!"

"Sect Master Bai, step on the sword with indomitable movement, clear the clouds and mist and see the light!"

"Zhong Xi, I hope you will return triumphantly!"

The last word, the sound was like a fine mosquito, on the noisy battlefield, but it was like thunder and suddenly exploded.

Whoever may save the heavens, please die!

Hanging down my proud head, still straightening my body, proudly facing thousands of troops, I face the light.

Replacing Zhong Xi's position is the local branch of the single Yan Mao group executive Wu Lang, Tang Lie.

Standing in front of Zhong Xi, facing the reinvigorated ghost generals, he grinned.

"Sir, stand up, you are on this post, Tang Lie will guard it for you!"

The golden light of the body flashed, Confucianism was domineering, known as the power of Confucianism.

Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and if it is not broken, the Hades will not be returned!

"Tang Lie, the word is fixed! Everyone, please advise!"

The Confucian people went to death one after another, blowing up a song of tragedy on the battlefield of a hundred battles, and the two people who rushed to Wei Boxia and Yu Maomao were also driven by passionate emotions, standing on both sides of Tang Lie, although they were just two small Yuan infant monks who were not at all inconspicuous in this war, who would not send them to death!

Weber Gorge tightened the arc light sword in his hand, "Mr. Tang, just move forward!"

Yu Maomao pursed his lips, "Senior Brother Tang, aren't you afraid of death?"

Tang Lie laughed, "For the sake of sacrifice and ambition, dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky." I like to see the thousands of waves of rice and grass, and the heroes everywhere smoke at sunset!"

"Tang Dingfang, beg for death!"

And Yu Maomao's body shook, and he tore open his throat and shouted again.

"Hey~~ My name is Yu Maomao, the big water monster of Wuwei Lake, begging for death!"

"Sword Casting Villa, Weber Gorge, beg for death!"

The drums of war are beating people's hearts, and the tidal wave of offensive is coming.

Don't retreat! Death will not retreat!

The arrogance of the gentleman, the backbone of the family and the country that he supported cannot fall, behind him is one after another self-detonation loud noises, and there is a crazy roar in his ears.

See the words like a mountain!

Only by crossing this mountain can I step on the corpse of my Tang Dingfang.

Bai Chuan no longer left his hand, and the dragon, armor, and phoenix were sacrificed one after another, shouting violently, and the sound rushed for nine days.

"Everyone, believe me Shirakawa once, keep yourself, don't die!"

The two swords came out together, and the dragon and the phoenix were entangled.

A little brilliance was sprinkled all over, and when the sword qi erupted, the mountains collapsed, the galaxy was incomparably bright, and the bright moon was holy and flawless.

There are the most rugged peaks and mountains, which have fulfilled the arrogance of the world, and the clear light and bright moon on the sea are filled with light!

A bottle of morality, respect for the common people!

This is the natal power of the dragon armor sword, which is a step further on the basis of the original drunken lying galaxy and the bright moon, swaying the moonlight in the world, and all of it is in that cup of light.

From the ancient immortal sword, the dragon armor standing with his hands in his hands, and a fiery red Fengli appeared one after another.

"Just a ghost king in the underworld, make times!"

The sword is out.

Then came the Brahma Annihilation of Shi Yan, the splash of Long Yan, the silver moon hairpin of Nangong Yaochi, the white and flawless Jun is missing, and Shi Yiyi's Wufu Immortal Ding!

Since your five sufferings are a combination of five people, and each body is where your true body is, then destroy your five bodies at the same time, and you can't die anymore.

Xiao Yin Wang Wuku is looking up to the sky and laughing, if the separated birth, old age, sickness and death are separated, they may not be called the top existence in the world, but every body is where his true body is, as long as there is still one body, all five lives are there.

The first to meet the dragon armor and the phoenix is the two swords, the face of the loveless was instantly swallowed by the mighty sword momentum, almost no power to fight back, in the face of the appearance of the two sword spirits in the four ancient immortal swords, why bother, death is death, his five sufferings are the existence of the yin soul that has died in the underworld and cannot be reincarnated, and he is afraid of dying again?

But there is life and there must be death, and the person who has no love in life disappears under the two swords, but on the side of death without life, the face of love without love reappears.

No matter how the five people of the Tiangan Qiang Ding Group make a move to kill the enemy, the five bitter five people will die one for life, and they will continue to regenerate on the side of the other body.

There should be five sufferings in the world.

There is no love in life, there is no one to rely on in old age, he is terminally ill, he does not say anything about life, and he cries sadly.

From the moment of birth, they are destined to be entangled and indistinguishable from each other.

After a round of fighting, the laughter of the five bitters echoed on the battlefield.

"Little dolls, how is King Naben? The people behind him are almost dead, and when this king is formed, none of you will want to go back to the Great Wall of Wenqi!

Bai Chuan knew that if it dragged on any longer, in a few breaths, Wu Lang and Wen Lang would die one after another, and they would not be able to carry it long in front of the tens of millions of Yin soldiers and ghost generals who could not resist!

There is still a major mistake in intelligence, if there is one more person, only one more person needs to make a move, and the five hardships will be ruined, and it will be difficult to borrow the act of rebirth.

But where is there anyone behind him who comes to support?

The closest are Tang Lie, Yu Maomao, and Wei Boxia, if it weren't for Tang Lie's Confucian domineering inheritance to resist all the offensives to the extreme, Yu Maomao and Wei Boxia would have been submerged in the tide-like offensive with their cultivation.

They are still shouldering the burden of leaving a way back for the assassination of the people of the Tiangan Qiang Ding Group, and they will not retreat a single step, and they will fight for their lives.

And if you can't succeed on your side, you will inevitably drag the battle into the boundless abyss.

How to break this game? How to break the deadlock?

Wugu laughed uncontrollably.

The shock suddenly rose, and a sword qi burst out of nowhere, stabbing straight in.

It shines with a faint fluorescence.

The sword qi slashed, bringing up a streamer.

Natal sword, Liuying!

"Yu Zhenzong, Zhong Zixi, come to apologize!"