This time he asked, and it didn't end until the early morning of the next day.

Three hundred and seventy-five people were killed and wounded in the Cloud Cave Holy Land.

Sixty-two against sixty-two.

Thirty-seven versus seventy-four.

Seventeen to fifty-one.

Nine against thirty-six.

Eight against twenty-four.

Five against twenty.

Of the one hundred and eight grandmasters in the rivers and lakes, only three survived.

The sword gods who fought side by side, Zhang Ran, and Wu Ke.

Murong Yulan, the orphan of the Murong family who flew thousands of miles to take the head.

Huangfu Yi died of exhaustion in the thirty-seven against seventy-four catch and fight, and before he died, he pulled a cushion on his back and laughed, "Huangquan Road is not lonely, let's fight again." ”

Xuanyuan Ming died after 200 people in order to protect Huangfu Yi, and he suffered two swords, and he killed the person who killed him for Huangfu Yi, and he was killed by three people in the chaotic battle, but he smiled at the corner of his mouth and did not regret it.

Situ Xi plucked the strings with his fingers, and the windwalker with pale temples blocked round after round of killings with a hodgepodge.

The battle between the grandmasters, one is fast, the other is ruthless, especially in the melee, there is rarely a chance to calmly change a breath.

In the end, the woman sitting cross-legged, the scarlet blood stains of the guqin resting on her legs, the broken strings, and the blurred flesh and blood of the ten fingers of her hands.

She is not known for her physical fitness, so she is almost to the point of being strong.

So Ye Chen asked her not to be reluctant, and let him, a manly husband, pick up the burden, he smiled and said, such a lovely child as Miss Situ, she should teach her husband and children, she should touch the piano and embroider, the burden, her man helped her carry it.

The man most likely to survive stomped his foot suddenly, but it was the most strenuous jack drop, and the whole earth shook with it, winning a breather for everyone.

He raised his arm and waved out a sleeve, with a sleeve of domineering sword intent, instantly forcing the attacker to retreat, and then as if he remembered something interesting, he laughed a few times, and gasped: "Miss Situ, if you survive this time, you might as well settle down and find your favorite scholar to grow old together, if you still remember me, invite me to drink two jars of good wine, don't get drunk with immortals, and get drunk, how about it?"

The woman who could only see Ye Chen's back behind Ye Chen burst into tears at that moment, but she didn't say anything, just nodded vigorously.

It's not wine, it's the song she met for the first time.

Because of Ye Chen's grace, everyone intentionally or unintentionally took care of this woman who was almost exhausted, so that this woman lasted until the last nine, but unfortunately she died in the chaotic battle of nine against thirty-six.

In this chaotic battle of eight against twenty-four, two kendo masters who are also women do not let their eyebrows go far and close, and fight together.

Nangong Qingfeng, the descendant of Nangong Xuyu, who has excellent swordsmanship, has a strong and domineering move, without the delicate posture of a little woman, and when he killed the last person, he slashed a sword and kicked directly in the face of that person, and the whole head of that person burst out like that.

The young woman who resolutely went to her death just because of her master's hatred said to the woman who was attacking from afar, "Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, simplification from complexity to simplicity is swordsmanship, how to save effort and how to come easily is swordsmanship, as for the face or something, can it be worth a copper plate?"

In the end, this slightly exhausted young woman had time to block a sword for the woman next to her in the future, so she used her body to suffer it, and exchanged her life for life.

She said, "During the New Year's holiday, just remember to burn some paper money for me." ”

The two women don't actually have much friendship, they just sympathize with each other.

The five-on-twenty chaotic battle is the final big finale, after all, it has reached a completely shameless situation where four people fight one.

The five fought back-to-back.

Although Wu Ming was already powerless, the previous generation of sword masters still strode forward, and he swept away with a single sword.

The only woman who survived the battle snorted softly, and the long sword in her hand flashed away, and then the knife pierced the man's neck.

On the other side, Zhang Ran and Wu Ke were born and died, one with a sword and the other with a sword, and the two sides went hand in hand, and the cooperation was quite tacit.

Although the old sword god Nangong Shen recently broke an arm, his sword qi is better than in the past, the sword is strong, and the sword moves are simple, just like a woodcutter chopping wood, just burying his head in killing people, and the momentum is like a broken bamboo.

The beginning of the battle situation is not clear, and when the real start of killing is a tug-of-war, every move is a good hand in the martial arts, and you can only find flaws when you kill, and the five of them fought repeatedly, especially Wu Ming and Nangong Shen, although they are old and strong, but in the end they are still old, although they are hearty, but they can't bear it, and in the end, the five people are all pale.

Wu Ming, who was in the ventilation gap and had been fighting for a long time, was caught off guard and was injured by the opponent's long sword, but fortunately Zhang Ran quickly swept forward, grabbed Wu Ming's shoulder with one hand and pulled it back, and slashed straight down.

Wu Ming swept out of the situation, and a blood groove with deep bones was still cut out of his chest, and blood gushed out, soaking through his clothes.

At this time, the First Boxing Sect Master took a gap and smashed a punch on Wu Ming's forehead, Wu Ming knew that he would not be able to dodge it with his own situation, so he stomped his feet, only took half a step back to stop his backward figure, and he didn't take a step back.

The two punched one punch for another, each taking three steps back.

Wu Ming punched the man in the chest, and he suffered another punch in the forehead, causing a heavy blow to his head and scarlet blood oozing from both ears.

In his blurred vision, he saw a streamer of light pierce through the man's head.

He immediately laughed, and didn't feel that it was a pity that he had no power to fight back, so he took his last breath, and slashed down with a fierce knife, cutting off a person's arm, but he was pierced through his body by two swords almost at the same time.

It turned out that two ghostly assassins approached silently, and seeing that Wu Ming was defenseless, he immediately stabbed him with a sword.

In the end, the four of them were exhausted, and the old sword god Nangong Shen used the thunder of a sword to become famous in his early years, and used the huge thunder to stimulate the nerves of several people, and he himself tried his best to break the deadlock with the aim of breaking the deadlock.

The remaining three stood in the middle of the corpses, their whole bodies shaking, barely able to stand.

They looked around, blood stained the loess, lifeless, and a mess.

They just looked at each other and smiled.

This life is like this, and it is enough.

The Wandao Xiaguang in the distance has long been a thing of the past under Nan Ke's suicidal blow, and the Luoxia Valley is now just an ordinary valley, without the slightest luster of a holy land.

They looked into the valley, knowing that they had no more strength to fight, but they waited quietly for someone to come.

The gaze is calm.

Back then, heaven and man wanted to make the entire rivers and lakes bend their waists.

Now, they want to make the celestials bend their waists.

At that time, it was the beginning of the red sun.

The golden sun shone on this red-dyed land, and the wind blew a few people swaying, a little sluggish, but even more heroic.