A white rainbow sword, thousands of swords and thousands of swords appear together!

When the thousands of sword qi that appeared in the air converged in one place, and suddenly collided with the ghost qi of the Little Hidden King's five bitters, Bai Chuan's tiger mouth, who bore the brunt of the attack, was numb, and the strength of the counterattack on the dragon armor sword was beyond imagination.

It is worthy of being the ghost king whose strength in the underworld is second only to Kong Yu, and the power of one person alone carries the dragon armor, one of the four ancient immortal swords, without any injury, and does not retreat half a step.

The fierce hurricane blew and finally tore the huge black robe covering Wuku's body, and this ghost king of the underworld, who had been hiding in the robe all year round, finally showed his unknown side to the world today.

The five-body fit is not a simple sense of one life and five bodies, or five lives and one body, but five living people, five heads, and five bodies, which are rigidly blended together through secret methods.

The five faces are different, representing the five sufferings of the world.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, separation.

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, he is sad and sad, and every face is lifeless.

The face that had no love for life smiled expressionlessly, "Whoever sees the face of this king today will die!"

When the ghost qi was surging, the five people were mixed together and separated from Chad, one turned into five bodies, and five people against five people.

Such an unseen supernatural power was beyond the expectations of Shirakawa and the others, and there were many people outside the body, Yin and Yang Yuan Gods, etc., and there was nothing strange about it, even if it could transform five people, it would not be a strange thing, because one of them would inevitably be the real body.

But in the face of the five people, Bai Chuan and the others felt a panic, all five people are real bodies, and there is no one person who is an incarnation outside the real body, but all five people are where the real body is, and they are one person, divided into five people, and they are not separated from each other.

It turns out that this is the essence of the five sufferings of the little hidden king.

Then this time the assassination action killed not just a little hidden king and five bitterness, but the existence of all five ghost kings.

This is the most fatal omission in the collection of information, and the five members of the Tiangan Qiangding Group who forced their way into the hinterland of the enemy army suddenly fell into a predicament!

I thought it was the power of five people to kill the five sufferings in one fell swoop, but at this time, I suddenly fell into the dilemma of five people against five people, fighting one by one, so how to immediately distinguish the winner between one blow.

Once the war drags on, how long can the local branch executive Wu Lang, who is carrying tens of millions of Yin soldiers and ghost generals behind him, last!

At that moment, Bai Chuan was a little undecided, whether to take advantage of the situation before the encirclement was completed and immediately withdraw and retire to save everyone's lives, or let go and gamble on the lives of all the local branch Wulang and even Wenlang, and take the five hardships, or after fighting the five hardships, the five people of their Tiangan Qiangding Group may never have a chance to break through the encirclement and return to the Great Wall of Wenqi, because there is no reinforcement at all, and there is no choice but to die.

Between the lightning and flint, the figure of the Dao Dao on the Great Wall of Wenqi rushed out of the city wall and went straight to the battlefield.

Those were the clerks of the two groups of earthly branches.

For the intelligence collection of the five bitter kings of the underworld, they made the most fatal mistake and committed an irreparable fatal blow, so the only way to make up for such a mistake is to take their lives to Bo.

The leading Confucian quasi-sage, Zhong Xi shouted loudly,

"Sect Master Bai, please take out your sword! We are willing to take our lives for the tens of millions of people behind us!"

Then there was a mournful chanting.

"Sect Master Bai, please take out your sword!"

An earth-shattering bang exploded on the battlefield.

A Confucian monk in the Yuanying realm didn't say a word, first sacrificed his natal object to directly detonate it, and then gritted his teeth and rushed into the Yin soldiers and ghost generals, directly detonating his Yin Yang Yuan God, and using his hundreds of years of cultivation was just to block the pace of the underworld troops.

An ordinary body was covered in blood and stood among the countless Yin soldiers and ghost generals, unable to move, but smiled with relief on a slightly young face.

"Confucian monk, Gao Changting, die first!"

When the last drop of blood is exhausted, use the last strength to chant the four words of Hengqu that Confucianism enshrines as the guideline.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!"

"Please draw your sword!"

A Confucian shirt, shattered, and scattered with the wind.

The body of a hundred refinements, leaving only a touch of fresh wind, completely disappeared on the battlefield.

Confucianism, Gao Changting, took the lead in dying.

Seek peace for the tens of millions of people behind him, and seek clarity for the blue sky and day of the world.

Another loud bang rang out.

"Confucian monk, Feng Zai, to death!"

"Please draw your sword!"

Another young body, annihilated in the tide of battle, exploded itself, just to block the opportunity of thousands of troops and horses.

As the sound of the Yuan Shen self-explosion continued to sound, those local branch clerks who had no killing power went to their deaths one after another, and the last sentence left in the world was that sentence.

"Please draw your sword!"

Confucian quasi-sage, Zhong Xi, a horse, came straight to the Shuai camp, and the five people surrounding the Tiangan Qiang Ding group were all ghost generals under the command of King Xiaoyin, and they were arranging a trapped formation so that the five people of Baichuan who went straight into the enemy camp had no way to retreat.

"Confucianism, righteous man and gentleman, Zhong Xi!"

"Just an old body, for the world, and then do what you can!"

First of all, he sacrificed a pen grid, took the laurel tree of the secluded mountain, and put a piece of it, which was the natal object that Zhong Xi had refined for many years.

The pen grid is engraved with a small seal, "since the smoke and the smoke of the pen grid alone open the seal to pick up the test sand bed"

This is a piece of stationery with a very high rank, and after many years of hard work, it broke out first, making the ghost generals who had to close together embarrassed and difficult to form a formation.

"Please also ask the Tiangan Strong Yuan Ding Group to make a move, Confucianism, those who are willing to save the heavens!

The sonic boom on the battlefield is full of breath.

The first person to make trouble was Shi Yiyi, who was full of boxers, and when Bai Chuan was still entangled, a punch had already been handed out, and the immortals beat the big drum!

The fist is agitated, and then the martial arts are replaced by the top of the immortals, just like the martial gods of the heavenly court descending to earth, and the gods and Buddhas retreat, and the immortals are difficult to beat.

"Chuanzi, take action! Even if you die, you have to bring everyone here to the funeral together!"

Shirakawa gritted his teeth, "Kill!"

Airplanes!

With a sound, the small world of the sword world unfolded, a round of bright moon, a galaxy, the sword qi turned into snow, and the world drifted away.

Followed by Shi Yan, Brahma shook his spear, and the cold light was hundred.

Brahma Annihilation!

The two flying swords show their respective powers!

A cut of cold plums and drinks the wind and snow!

The beauty looks at it again and again!

Recreate the Dragon God of War!

Nangong Yaochi sacrificed the mutton fat glass bottle, the willow leaf produced in the purple bamboo cave sky suddenly wrapped around the body of the five bitters in front of him, and the silver moon hairpin rippled with sword qi.

Bai Wufang finally sacrificed the sword weapon in the king, his eyes opened, and the world was discolored.

Give it a go, life and death are instantaneous.

The Tiangan Qiang Ding Group and the Little Hidden King of the Underworld, fight to the death, and go all out!

Zhong Xi, who followed closely, finally smiled with relief.

"Why is the flames of war, why are the autumn leaves falling, nature cannot be taken away, my generation is also confused in my heart, who is the angry fist for, protect the country and punish the evil, the Tao naturally removes the demons in the heart, the war is endless and the disaster is endless, why do we fight!"

The acupuncture points all over the body were wide open, and the aura of Haozheng filled the entire battlefield.

laughed at himself, "The cultivation of these ten realms is so ordinary, what's the use of keeping it, it's useless to return, it's not a scholar! There is also a death, for the world!"

White light shines.

Then there were Tang Lie, Yu Maomao, and Weber Gorge, all of whom were scarred, but it was too late.

"Mr. Zhongxi!!"

Death is death!!

Be duty-bound not to turn back!

When it comes to people who die in the world, Confucianism is the most!