Night soon fell, and the land turned dark.

Ye Hongfeng sat cross-legged on the edge of the light curtain, staring at the brute cultivator outside the light curtain.

Nangong Zhi sat beside him and put his hand on his shoulder. He is the highest cultivator in Guanzhong except for Lonely Dust, and he has always been tense and nervous, but now he seems to be relaxed.

He said: "Brother Ye, don't look at the many monks in the barbarians, in fact, except for the few Yuanying realms that were driven away by the lonely old man, the rest are the same as us, all of them are foundation building realms, which is nothing more than the number of them. Most of their Jiedan monks are in other Guancheng at the moment, after all, the barbarians are not willing to put too many great monks into it. ”

Ye Hongfeng hooked the corners of his mouth, "Brother Nangong, isn't this nervous?"

Nangong Zhi looked up at the sky, there were no stars and moons in the sky, only thick clouds were occasionally blown by the wind.

"Don't be nervous, it's enough to die with you. ”

"Yes, that's enough......" Ye Hongfeng muttered.

......

Sleepless nights.

In the early morning of the next day, the barbarian cultivators could no longer hold back, wielding stone hammers to forcibly break the formation.

The light curtain trembled under the heavy blow of the stone hammer, and the ripples spread like water waves. Qiu Di comprehended Ye Hongfeng's eyes, put on a black robe, and gradually restrained his breath. Nangong Zhi found a pot of wine from nowhere and gave each monk a sip, which was regarded as a send-off. Soon after, it may be the separation of yin and yang.

Ye Hongfeng took the wine jug handed by Nangong Zhi, and did not dislike pouring a sip into the spout.

"This wine cannot be drunk in vain, and if it breaks in a while, we will be the first to bear the brunt. Nangong Zhi laughed heroically.

"That's nature. ”

"But there are Taoist friends who compare with me, see who kills more barbarians?"

"Count me in!"

The monks cried out in agreement, without the slightest hint of timidity in their voices.

"Brother Ye, do you dare to compare with me again before you die?" Nangong Zhi came to him and said.

"Compared to what, Lao Tzu can't die in this hellish place. Ye Hongfeng waved his hand, muttered angrily, and turned to face out of the light curtain.

The barbarian's stone hammer still spared no effort to smash on the light curtain, and the light curtain was dim, and it seemed that it was about to dissipate.

Ye Hongfeng looked back with his divine sense, and took one last look at these robes, keeping their voices firmly in mind. Then holding the long sword in his hand, he stepped out of the light curtain in one step, and slashed out, and the barbarian cultivator wielding the stone hammer in front of him was cut in half by the sword qi and died on the spot.

The monks rushed out of the light curtain with magic weapons in their hands, laughing and crashing into the barbarian camp, and the soldiers followed closely behind.

Bloody with you, with you. When life is different, death should be the same place.

Ye Hongfeng shuttled through the barbarian army with a long sword in his hand, and with every swing, pieces of barbarians fell. His sea of qi was surging in his body, and the aura of heaven and earth was converging and spreading, as if he was completing his breath again and again. Cyan sword qi continued to pour out from the sword's body, and the barbarians fell to the ground, and some did not die directly. Qiu Di was agile and moved back and forth in the battlefield, ending the life of the barbarian on the ground with the long sword in his hand.

Half a day has passed in the blink of an eye, and there is still blood flowing on the desert, and corpses are everywhere.

The barbarians can't be killed, at least for now.

In the distance, rows of barbarian cultivators sat on the demon beasts and charged at everyone. They wielded scimitars and sang unknown songs, their upper bodies naked, and their blood-red tattoos were like red ropes embedded in their flesh. It was the ancient blessing of the barbarians, and they were monks who had been approved by the Titan of War Ancestor.

The Terran monks rushed to the face, and each of them used the spell at the bottom of the box, most of them came from the sects above the middle level, and the magic weapon in their hands was not extremely bad, but the realm was too low to release its true power.

The monks did not resist for long under the collision of the full cultivators, and most of them turned into meat paste under the iron hooves of demon beasts or food in their stomachs.

"Retreat for the time being!" Nangong Zhi shouted not far away, and the traction technique pulled several young monks back from the brink of death.

In the face of such a ferocious offensive, they had to temporarily avoid the edge.

Seeing that the row of barbarian demon beasts was about to force everyone into a corner, Nangong Zhi suddenly stood at the forefront,

The hands pinched the seal, condensing the phantom of a giant ding. The Giant Ding Phantom is as tall as a city, carrying the courage to suppress the world, and it is in front of the barbarian demon beast.

The demon beast was forced by the coercion of Juding, and its legs were weak, and it was about to lie on the ground. The giant tripod is the great vessel of the Nangong family-Yandao Ding, which contains the power of the holy beast. Most of the magic weapons in the world are ranked from one to nine grade immortal weapons, and a few treasures can reach the weapons of Daqian, and it is rumored that even if they are immortals in the sky, those who can sacrifice and refine the weapons of Daqian are also rare and water chestnut. The Nangong family is the ancestor who once formed a good relationship with the contemporary holy beast, which is why there is this treasure.

Seeing that the demon beast no longer had the fighting spirit, the barbarian cultivators simply jumped high, gathered their spiritual power into their fists, and punched the Dading Phantom with one punch.

Nangong Zhi's body was slightly rickety, sweat was already drenched, and there was still blood left on his mouth, obviously bearing a lot of price. The Giant Ding Phantom moved forward, gradually enveloping several barbarian cultivators. Those barbarian cultivators blocked their ears with their hands in the phantom, and even smashed their fists on the ground, as if they were suffering a great deal of pain. After a while, several barbarian cultivators in the giant tripod couldn't bear it anymore, and the seven orifices bled and fell to the ground.

Just as the rest of the barbarian cultivators were jealous, the phantom slowly dissipated. Nangong Zhi knelt on the ground in a dejected manner, his breath faint.

Ye Hongfeng hurriedly rushed to him and fed him a pill, which barely saved his life, but it was no longer possible to continue fighting.

Ye Hongfeng motioned to Qiu Di to carry Nangong Zhi back to the barracks, stuck the long sword on the ground, and walked slowly towards the barbarian cultivators.

There were 20,000 soldiers guarding the city in Hanyuan, and now there are only 3,000 left. There are hundreds of young monks, but there are only a dozen of them at the moment. This war was too tragic for them. He closed his eyes and thought about the faces, as well as the corpses everywhere inside and outside the gate.

These young people, some of whom were only in their teens, had not yet seen the world and died young. He suddenly felt that life was so fragile that it was useless to struggle, and he could only watch death approach, but there was nothing he could do.

He didn't open his eyes, nor did he disperse his senses, and the scene between heaven and earth naturally appeared in his mind. His sea of qi was constantly surging, and his aura was gathered in it, mixed with a thick evil qi. The black clouds in the sea of qi grew rapidly, gradually obscuring the entire sky that had evolved.

He took out the Nine Heavens and erected them in front of him, and the Soul Eater Bead flew out of his robe, echoing with the thick clouds in the sea of qi, establishing some kind of inseparable secret connection.

He opened his eyes and looked at the rushing brute cultivator, and whispered softly, "I am invincible in the same realm. ”

The sword qi emerged from the Nine Heavens, but it was no longer cyan, but pure black. After the black sword qi dispersed, it turned into countless filaments and drilled forward, with an extremely fast speed and an inexplicable trajectory. Those rushing brute cultivators were pierced by filaments in an instant, and their faces were still dazed.

"The sword rises from the Shura Prison. ”

Ye Hongfeng looked straight ahead and said.