On the city wall, Dugu Feng stood quietly, regardless of the storm, indifferent.

Yan Shan, Wan Yan Liang, Liu Ruobai, Wan Yan Xue'er, Li Ruoxian, Meng Tian, Li Ming, Ji Wuhai and Pang Sheng were all fighting to the death and never took half a step back.

Yan Shan sighed lightly and looked at Liu Ruobai and Wan Yanliang.

A look, tacitly.

The three figures flew down the city wall, and with their light skills, they tapped the heads of Qin Zhirui and the ghost soldiers with their toes, and went straight to the chariot where Zhang Han was.

Suddenly, six Arhats rose from the ground and blocked the way of the three of them.

Yan Shan's expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart. The rusty long sword body was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura.

Liu Ruobai's expression became indifferent, and he was dressed in white and hunting, like a god descending into the world, majestic. A dark red long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, pointing at the sky, and the dark red sword body flashed with glittering blood, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

Two blood-colored sword lights continued to slash by, limbs flying, black liquid splashing, unstoppable.

Yan Shan and Liu Ruobai opened the way in front, and Wan Yanliang followed closely behind, ready to go.

At the same time, Ouyang Wuxian raised his internal force to the peak state, urged his true qi with all his strength, and stabbed out with a sword, which seemed to be unremarkable, but faintly had the power to open up the world.

Li Jinshan was calm, gathered the true power of his whole body on the Chixiao Sword, and stabbed out with a sword. The Chixiao Sword turned into a golden dragon and headed straight for Ouyang without a trace.

The next moment, the long sword was devoured by the golden dragon and disappeared into invisibility in an instant.

Ouyang Wuxian took seven steps back, his face was as white as paper, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He said to Yan Shan with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Li Jinshan has been seriously injured!" The voice stopped abruptly, and his life ended.

Countless Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers poured up, and Ouyang Wuxian was instantly divided by the chaotic blade.

Tears flashed, and Yan Shan's heart was heartbroken.

In such a situation, only by getting rid of Brother Yan Gu first, and then joining forces with Chu Tian, can he be invincible. As soon as he thought of this, Li Jinshan did not hesitate, stabbed out with a sword, and went straight to the end of Brother Yan Gu's vest, as fast as the wind.

Wan Yanliang's eyes became cold, his eyes were empty, and a brave aura arose from his heart. Meteor lightning, wind and rain in all directions, flowers and willows, three knives in a row, like a shock, turned into a knife. Wan Yan Liang's momentum was like a rainbow, and the sword light slashed, as if there were five fierce tigers looming.

With a sound of "dang", the Chixiao Sword and the Brokeback Chopping Mountain Knife collided together. The blade of the Brokeback Chopping Knife disappeared into invisibility in an instant.

Wan Yan Liang spurted out a mouthful of blood, took three steps back, and stood against Brother Wan Yan Gu.

Li Jinshan swept back three zhang before he stabilized his body, and his internal strength was almost exhausted, and he was already at the end of his strong crossbow.

Brother Wanyan Gu was heartbroken and cried out, "Brother Liang, why are you like this?"

Wan Yanliang showed a look of relief on his face, and said softly: "Because you are the eldest brother of Brother Gu, and you are also handsome." The voice fell, and breathing stopped.

Brother Wanyan raised his head to the sky and roared, and a rich blood color appeared in his eyes. He gathered all his true power on the hammer of the sun and the moon, pointing at the sky.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell from the clouds, condensing between the hammers of the sun and the moon.

Brother Wanyan Gu waved the sun and moon hammer and shouted: "The sky thunders and destroys the world!"

Before he could finish speaking, a bolt of lightning struck forward.

Chu Tian's face changed greatly, he didn't dare to face his front directly, and dodged away.

There was a "boom", lightning and thunder.

The chariot where Zhang Han was located instantly turned to ashes.

After a while, the dust settled.

A general in red armor sat cross-legged, described as withered and breathless.

With a "bang", the sun and moon hammers fell to the ground.

Brother Wanyan fell to his knees, his face colorless, and his anger was like a gossamer.

At this moment, Chu Tian raised his internal force to the peak state, urged his true qi with all his strength, and stabbed out with a sword, straight to Yan Guge's throat, as fast as lightning.

A touch of blood appeared in Liu Ruobai's eyes, and the dark red sword body continued to exude a rich blood-colored aura. The blood-colored qi rose to the sky, spreading in all directions, and the whole world instantly turned pale red. He swung his sword at him, and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The two swords struck each other, and the pale white sword qi and the blood-colored sword qi collided violently together, shining with brilliance and dazzling colors.

Chu Tian took seven steps back to stabilize his figure, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Liu Ruobai stood proudly, dressed in white and moving with the wind, majestic.

The general trend has gone, and there is no way back.

Li Jinshan's face was like ashes, and he said in a deep voice: "Retreat!"

As the words fell, Li Jinshan, Chu Tian, Hua Yuluo and Wang Baorong swept back, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the crowd.

Yan Shan secretly lucked his true qi, raised his voice, and said coldly: "Don't kill it!" The voice resounded in the sky.

In an instant, countless Jin State cavalry poured out from all directions, holding blades, the cold light flashed, and they went towards the soldiers of the Heavenly Dao Sect.

At this moment, Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldiers are just walking corpses, just wait for the time to come.

The soldiers of the Jin army breathed a sigh of relief, stopped attacking, held shields, and waited for the battle.

The defeat was like a mountain.

The soldiers of the Heavenly Dao Sect were defeated in all directions, but they could not escape death.

Corpses were strewn all over the ground, blood and rain mingling, and the whole earth turned a pale red.

The wind did not stop, the rain continued, and the drops of water kept running down his cheeks, not just the rain but also tears.

The wind did not stop, the rain continued, and the drops of water kept running down his cheeks, not just the rain but also tears.

(End of chapter)