The smoke of Yancheng rose, the battle between good and evil, Luo Yunxiang gathered many forces on the table to forcibly push Yancheng, Bingjue Yumo and Charlie, the godfather of the Blood Castle, led a group of bloodthirsty people to resist the righteous path, and there were many battles, and the war was raging. The sword immortal trace against the godfather of the Blood Castle, who is also the top master in the world, the confrontation above the nine heavens is shocking.

"Sword immortal traces, you are not bad. ”

King Charles's eyes were red, his blood and qi could almost be condensed into substance, and he was very domineering in his hands, and he was even more powerful in the strong.

"Oh, why is the godfather so grumpy?"

The ancient dust is out of the sheath, the sword is immortal Feng Xu, the footsteps are staggered, but the style is thrilling, the dust is swaying, and the sword is retained, all of which are clever sword tricks to turn King Charles's domineering offensive, even if they take the initiative to attack, they are not sharp, and they are all based on restraint for King Charles's offensive.

Fighting, turbulent and turbulent, King Charles fights more and more, and the more wild and domineering his moves, the slightly sluggish body due to the long time also becomes more and more mellow, and it looks like he has a certain stable upper hand from a distance; however, the sword and the dust are used together, and in the face of King Charles's thunderous and fiery attack, it is as immobile as a mountain.

"Tao Te Ching" cloud: good is like water, water benefits all things without fighting, the characteristics of water are played vividly by the sword, no matter how King Charles attacks, it is difficult to get out of the sword, the double strong battle, a stalemate.

In another place, Bingjue Yumo, arrogantly laughing at the red dust, the Western thin sword and the Central Plains sword style, symbolizing the extreme confrontation between good and evil.

"Red Dust!"

Arrogantly smiling Hongchen Feng's eyebrows were furious, vowing to slash the evil trick in front of him; Yu Mo's expression was relaxed, but the hand holding the sword did not show the slightest slackness, such an attitude indicated that he was serious about the duel in front of him.

The red dust sword style, mighty, majestic and incoherent; the thin sword sword path is different, the sword is light and agile, like a dragonfly in the water, the two swords clash, the momentum is incompatible, and the fierce battle is difficult to solve.

"The swordsman, the strong, you make you very excited. ”

"Hmph, demons and treacherous people, strange abilities, you, the sin is unforgivable!"

In the face of Yumo, the arrogant Hongchen roared, and the arrogant bones stared, only to see the edge of the Hongchen sword flashing, and the arrogant Hongchen made another move: "Beacon Fire Hongchen Road!"

The beacon fire is red and dusty, and a sword opens the way, and it is a strong threat to the Ice Lord.

"Ice Truth!"

The thin sword stabbed directly, the cold air was cold and piercing, picking, hitting, and breaking the three styles in an instant and making a move, the sword qi of the vast red dust and the cold qi of the forest disappeared at the same time;

Arrogantly laughing and speechless, he ignored the opponent's attack, like a towering peak. The heart of the fighter is cold, the momentum is like a beacon fire, and he fights to the death, and there is no retreat.

In other places, Mingshuang, Wo Jiangzi, and Bai Yun steadily suppressed Sheen, Xue Piaoran, and Lan Ying;

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The rest, whether it is between Du Yiwei's three major consciousness abilities and the cooperation of the exorcist, or the cooperation of the sleeve power and Ren Feiyang, as the bloodthirsty person's physique is broken, the disadvantage of the bloodthirsty side is gradually revealed, but even so, no one retreats;

Everyone who participated in the battle at this moment knows that the real victory or defeat is still in the city-

In the Yancheng Temple, after the sacrifice was over, where the original pale Qizi sat cross-legged, only a dried corpse was left at this time, Liu Xiangyin was placed aside by Simon, still asleep, and Simon's hand was holding an swaddling baby, and the supreme bloodthirsty king was pale and looked very weak.

With himself as the core of transformation, the strange power contained in the blood of the pale Qizi combined with his own strength to forcibly catalyze the maturation of the fetus in Liu Xiangyin's body, Simon did not regret it; looking at the expressionless and crying child in his arms, Simon just patted quietly.

"It's a pity, after all, time is still short, if you can wait for me to obtain the "Ning Dark Blood Debate", the situation should be very different, Wu'er, the future of the Holy Clan, should be on you. ”

Before the words fell, the gate of the temple had been shattered under a sword aura, and the rumbling sound echoed throughout the city, and the strange thing was that the baby in Simon's arms was still not unusual, if it were not still blinking and breathing, it would almost be concluded that it was a dead baby.

"Here we are. Simon pulled down the brim of his hat, put the baby on Liu Xiangyin's side, slowly stood up, and looked at the three people in front of him, the gray-clothed and blue-robed knife man, he was very familiar with it, it can be said that if there is no follow-up change, he is quite confident that he will bring this person into the darkness;

In the end, Simon looked at Luo Yunxiang, Luo Yunxiang and Nie begged for torture to forcibly break into the city, Simon saw it all, if it wasn't for the fact that he had not been fully resurrected at that time, it would be difficult for Luo Yunxiang and the three of them to leave the city.

"Luo Yunxiang, you seem to know us very well. Simon said, "I'm curious about where you came from. ”

"After all, I made a mistake that led to the recurrence of the tragedy, and today, Luo Yunxiang is to correct this mistake. Saying that, Luo Yunxiang looked at Liu Xiangyin and the baby who were placed aside by Simon, "Then, is that the son of evil?"

"Ha, son of evil, good name, but that's right, son of Simon, should be a well-deserved son of evil. ”

Simon dusted off his robe and started with a pitch-black, extremely ornately carved Western sharp knife, which was the treasure of the bloodthirsty clan - the knife of evil.

"If you want to kill Simon, whether it's for a vendetta or a love vendetta, you can do it, come on!"

The top hat is lifted in the air, the fangs and claws are revealed, it is Simon's bloodthirsty killing phase, the evil knife is out, the speed is too fast to react, the silver spear breaks in, and the evil knife is hard to shake, symbolizing the opening of the last part of the Annihilation War in Yancheng, Luo Yunxiang, Shu Daoxing, three-quarters, for the mandate of heaven, for the beloved daughter, for the vendetta, the three of them besieged Simon, and the battle situation opened!

And at this moment, in the West Wind Pavilion of the Confucian world, the strings stopped, the killing music stopped, and the people who plucked the strings had made a decision in their hearts.

"Is the master going out?"

"The old legacy is still a problem after all. Shulou Longsu picked up the fan, took up the business, and walked out.

"Where does the master want to go?"

"Yancheng, collect profits, kill people. ”