The secular world, under the blockade of the mountain.

The wind blows and the smoke rises, the rain falls, and the war is hard to extinguish.

Beacon fires in the sky, blood flowing floating hills.

Under the blockage of the mountain, there are already floating corpses all over the field, and the sound of self-explosion and fighting is endless.

The army of living corpses in black cloaks, dressed in sackcloth, seems to be really wearing linen and filial piety for whom, and Chenhua cultivators, the six major sects, the three major families, Chenhua scattered cultivators, and Buddhist cultivators in the temple are no longer able to distinguish each other.

Probably only blood-colored clothes, so you can generalize about it.

At the forefront of the battle between the two armies, a huge wave condensed into a water dragon.

Hundreds of rivers return to the sea, there is room for big, a hundred rivers heavy sword out, instantly gather water and turn into a dragon, a radius of 100 miles of flowing water all return here, a three zhang wide, ten zhang long water dragon roaring and rushing.

The water dragon roared, passing through the living corpses that followed one after another, and the living corpses were painless and unconscious, and could only withstand the attack of the water dragon.

When it came, the living corpses that were hit by the water dragon fell one after another, and Wei Shenyun also inserted the heavy sword Baichuan into the ground, supporting his body encouragingly.

She launched her ultimate, her spiritual power was almost drained, and with the continuous fighting, her whole body was already out of strength.

But after blocking a wave of attacks from living corpses, there is still the next wave.

The monks were unable to replenish their spiritual power in time, but the living corpses had no such concerns.

Wei Shenyun was still standing there, his face pale...... Another wave of living corpses rushed up......

At this moment, a spear crossed in front of Wei Shenyun's Baichuan, and the red tassels on the spear flowed, and the living corpses fell down again.

While Wei Tianyi blocked the living corpse, he didn't forget to say to Wei Shenyun: "Senior sister, I've adjusted my breath, and now I'll change you." ”

"Good. Be careful. Wei Shenyun pulled Baichuan out and staggered to the rear not far away.

One rushes to the front, the other hides in the back, grasps all the time, performs a short pranayama healing, and then rushes to the front again.

Alternate and reciprocate.

Not far from them, Cong Shan and Chen Junian also used this method, just because both of them only had Jin Dan in cultivation, which was inferior to Wei Tianyi, who was already married, and was also cautious compared to Wei Shenyun, who was a lifeless sword cultivator, so they didn't dare to rush to the front.

In addition to the registered disciples, Xue Yufeng's Suzhen Daojun has received a total of five personal disciples, the eldest disciple Song Yuankai died long before Congshan apprenticeship, and later because of Xu Yan's changes, Xue Yufeng's people withered, and Su Zhen chose the steady Chen Junian from the original registered disciples to become a personal disciple, and at about the same time, accepted Qin Mo as a closed disciple.

Now, the only three remaining disciples of Xue Yufeng, except for the junior disciple Qin Mo, the other two have all come.

With a cold jade bow on her shoulder, Congshan is very good at long-range attacks, and when the living corpses approach, she will switch to the Ice Spirit Qin.

Immersed in the battlefield for many years, the sound of the piano at this moment is open and heroic, and the momentum is open and closed, as if it is trapped in the enemy camp of thousands of troops, but it can be undefeated and brave.

The sound of the piano is like a storm, but it is so heroic that even the sound cultivation of the Xianyu Gate can't help but look sideways.

The song did not stop, and countless living corpses were blocked by Xu Yan a hundred meters away, Chen Junian consciously breathed well, and saw that Cong Shan was already tired, and stepped forward, ready to replace Cong Shan.

As a result, Congshan has not retreated, and a bending knife goes straight to the ice spirit, thanks to Congshan's quick dodge, otherwise it will be a knife fall, the end of the piano, and a human injury.

Wang Lingze, one of the thirteen protectors, had already recovered his ordinary complexion, but his eyes did not have the slightest warmth, she raised her hand, and the bent knife was recalled by her, and then launched a second blow at Congshan.

From the end of Shan's strong crossbow, Chen Junian is far from being able to compete with Wang Lingze, not to mention that there is still a distance in the middle, seeing that the bending knife is coming straight up, this time the target is Congshan's slender neck.

"Annihilation, this one, is mine. ”

I saw that the long sleeves of the person who came waved and blocked the bloody bending knife, and then I saw the long-sleeved owner slender and beautiful.

This kind of complexion should be regarded as the best among the thirteen protectors of the black cloak.

"Wuyin, I advise you to do it yourself. Wang Ling snorted coldly, but gave up the attack on Congshan.

The long-sleeved master ignored her, but said to Wei Shenyun: "Senior sister, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The voice is gentle, just like the familiar appearance, it's not Xu Yan, which one is it?

Cong Shan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, staring at Xu Yan fiercely, without saying a word, and she didn't know whether it was too difficult or a little more angry.

She knew that Xu Yan was one of the thirteen protectors of the black cloak, but she didn't want to confront her.

The junior sister is not the original junior sister for a long time, but she still remembers the junior sister who felt that she was older in her twenties, although her understanding was not high, her cultivation was extremely hard, and she was grateful and filial to her teacher.

"Hello, don't be obsessed anymore. Congshan finally said.

Xu Yan sighed, as if she was not in a hurry to harvest her life, and wanted to reminisce about the past.

She looked at Chen Junian, who was standing in front of Congshan, and smiled slightly: "This, but is it a new disciple of the master?"

Although Chen Junian is a registered disciple of Suzhen Daojun, he doesn't have much intersection with Xu Yan, he raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Evil obstacles! ”

Xu Yan's eyes narrowed, revealing a cold light, but under the light, her eyes were also red.

She reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth, looking at Wang Lingze, who was holding a bent knife not far away, staring at her every move, and finally made a move.

The black cloak named her Wuyin, not at random, Xu Yan's unique skill is to make fog.

Earlier, the power of the Black Cloak's origin was not good, and her ability could not be used.

Looking at it now, the fog was a blood mist, with a slight hint of black.

As Xu Yan's hands kept pinching, the blood mist gradually covered the ten, hundred, and five hundred miles within a radius.

The cultivators were terrified, this fog was by no means a good fog.

Wang Lingze said to Xu Yan: "What is the use of bluffing, if you don't kill that female cultivator of the Ice Spirit Root, I will report it to my father, hmph, no matter how clever you are, you can't refute it." ”

Congshan, who had been staring at Xu Yan, changed her face, and saw Xu Yan looking at her with complicated eyes, and she muttered: "You'er, if you can turn back, you will always be a disciple of Shizun, and you will be my sister Congshan." ”

"Hahaha! What a sisterhood!" Wang Ling laughed.

And Xu Yan's method of pinching the trick has changed again, and the scope of the blood mist shrouded in it has gradually shrunk, only enveloping Congshan, Chen Junian, and a few monks from the Immortal Feather Sect around him.

"Ahh

A Jindan monk from the Immortal Feather Sect cried out in pain, and Congshan looked at his hand, his skin was stained and cracked, and large drops of blood were left along his fingers.

She choked up her voice: "Senior sister...... You ......"

This thick blood mist actually has the ability to corrode and break the monk's meridians.

Xu Yan no longer looked at her, but changed her gestures again, and the range of blood-colored mist gradually expanded, but the pain of broken veins and cracked skin of Congshan and Chen Junian was somewhat relieved.

Wang Lingze's eyes widened slightly: "What do you mean by this? Are you really reluctant to cut off the front edge of the sect?"

Xu Yan glanced back at her, wanting to look at a fool: "Ignorant, I just want them to suffer a little more before they die." Have you forgotten that more than 500 years ago, they seriously injured my father and lost two-thirds of their Origin Power?"

Time passed slowly, and the blood-colored mist became more and more tangled, and people such as Wei Tianyi knew that it was Xu Yan who did it, but they were never able to get close to her.

The king ordered all these people to be intercepted under the bending knife.

Gradually, more and more monks began to roar, although it was not enough to break the meridians, but the blood mist had corroded their skin.

Xu Yan became more and more distracted, and her wailing gradually became stronger, urging her liver and heart.

Wei Tianyi yelled: "Xu Yan, do you still remember the original intention of entering the Dao?"

However, Xu Yan didn't even move her brows, ignoring it, but that's it.

Under the snow and fog, more and more people fell.

Despair spreads, and blood soaks into the ground......

At that moment, a red, shimmering metallic disc appeared in the mist.

It has been replaced, and 2345 words of the fat fat.