"Kill!"

"The whole army fights to the death, and fights to the last breath!"

"Kill them all!!"

Dragons roam the four seas, and fish and shrimp lurk in puddles. The gap between worlds and worlds has led to the fact that the results on the Yingshui River have long been doomed. In the face of absolute power, any strategy seems insignificant, and even if there are high-ranking people to suppress the formation, it will only delay a little time.

It's just that now, it's hard to delay...

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

"Wow..."

"Boom!"

Even the ship collapsed, and the broken wood was scattered.

The blood stains the river, and the killing sound is still the same.

More than ten miles of the river deck, at this time only a few miles in the center of the river remained.

Just as the smart young man on the side of Yueyang Tower said before. The mad dragon was exhausted, and the killing momentum of the three thousand white-clothed silver swords had already consumed most of it with the passage of time. Although the raging sword rays and sword shadows have not weakened much, anyone with a discerning eye can feel that the sword speed of Pure Yang has begun to slow down, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the end of a strong crossbow. In contrast, thousands of Yueyang guards were really miserable. The Eight Gates Golden Lock Great Array maintained nearly a hundred and ten breaths, and the eight pillars of light that reached the sky gradually disappeared, until now there was no one at all. Of the more than 2,000 shield armor soldiers who bound the Pure Yang Crazy Dragon, less than 1,000 were still defending it, while the remaining 1,000 people had already been cut into severed limbs by the crazy Pure Yang Dao people, and they rushed into the bottom of the river with the tide one after another. The vastly different difference in strength led to their defeat becoming an inevitable result. Even if he resisted stubbornly, it was difficult to even hold his breath, so he could only stand up and entangle. The playing style is messy, and it is difficult to cooperate, just like a piece of fish to be slaughtered, placed under the silver sword of pure yang, slowly slaughtered.

"Wow!"

"Four elephants reincarnation!"

"Nine turns to one..."

Standing at this point, it was already the end, and the three thousand Dao people of Pure Yang burst into battle, and they used the lore of the last battle to occupy an absolute advantage. The silver sword is born and dies yin and yang, and it is a living human life harvest. The golden lock is broken, and the dying and struggling sergeant, in the eyes of these crazy and murderous Pure Yang Dao people, is really no different from chopping cabbage.

Eight hundred...

Four hundred...

Hundred...

"Fellow Daoists, don't fight again!"

"Take down Li Changan's dog head with me!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

By the time the remaining hundred and ten people were killed, the golden lock of the trapped dragon was completely gone, and the Yueyang guards could no longer form an effective obstacle to the Pure Yang Dao people. With the shout of the old Taoist led by the dragon head, thousands of silver swords rose again, killing a word, shaking the sky and roaring! It was louder and more murderous than any previous time! Because, now the pure yang Dao people were only less than seven hundred zhang away from the dragon robe, and there was no obstacle in front of them, and one horse could be flat. Thousands of people fought for one night, for this moment of beheading!

"Pure Yang listens. ”

"In!"

"Gather the stars!"

There was no accident, another order fell!

The three thousand white clothes seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and almost at the same time, they responded to the call, strode the waves, and jumped up!

The last trace of the edge before the dragon was exhausted, with the endless sword shadow, leaped into the sky! The momentum was like ten thousand arrows in unison, as fierce as a meteor waterfall rain! The three thousand silver swords instantly jumped dozens of feet high one after another, and the volleys converged at one point, forming handprints together, and gathering sword shadows with the same vigor. Suddenly burst out with a thousand zhang of light, and when seen from a thousand zhang away, it was like a white sun star hanging low in the sky!

As the saying goes, kill a chicken with a knife. At this time, the three thousand silver swords were sacrificed in the air, gathering endless murderous energy, but only to kill the unarmed King Yueyang. That is simply killing chickens without using a knife, but with thousands of troops and horses! This invisibly shows their intention to kill the enemy!

"Shattered Stars!"

"Shattered Stars!"

"Shattered Stars..."

"Whew..."

It's too late, it's too soon.

The seal, the shengmang, and the gathering of shadows will be completed within a few breaths. Before others could be shocked, the three thousand silver swords shouted in unison again, and the stars in the sky fell with a bang...

The wind was raging, and the sea was trembling.

The stars fell sharply, and the terrifying aura contained in the violent wind tore the surrounding space into pitch-black cracks in an instant. Nine days of blue blue, no more variegation, hundreds of miles of remnant clouds scattered in ashes. Up and down the river, several miles of river water were forced to gasp, and the fish and shrimp in the water felt the crisis and hurriedly jumped out of the water.

The terrifying scene is even worse than the previous Pure Yang First Sword!

And King Yueyang was still standing there at this time.

Motionless...

He was less than five hundred feet away from the falling star, and the distance was shortening in an instant! The wind was no longer blowing at his clothes, but tearing mercilessly! The terrifying pressure brought by the falling star quickly shattered the remaining few miles of deck in the middle of the river from top to bottom, shattering like dust in front of him, and blowing his countenance almost distorted.

Three hundred zhang...

The river is draining, and it is surging in all directions.

Two hundred zhang...

Space distorts, heaven and earth change color!

"Boom!"

King Yueyang, in danger...

The original hundred and ten shield guards who were eight hundred zhang away had all been pressed into the water by the downward pressure and disappeared without a trace. The Twelve Dead Xiao of the Soul Chasing Building hundreds of feet away saw that something was wrong, and was about to come to the rescue when Xia Yuan drank the red elephant and stopped him. On the southeast side, the dean of the seven stars, the holy sword and sword array, painted the ground as a prison, and watched coldly. It can be said that within a few miles below the circle, King Yueyang has no danger to defend, and no one can save him, the king who will die.

His situation is unprecedentedly critical!

And corresponding to the crisis at this time, he has never changed a bit.

If half a moment ago, his calmness was still understandable, it was because there were still two thousand shield armor dead soldiers who were saving his life at that time. But now his calmness makes people feel terrible from the heart, very terrifying! Because there are only two kinds of people in this world who are not afraid of death, one is that they have forgotten death, and the other is that they are confident enough to think that they will not die. And at this moment, King Yueyang's calmness seems to belong to the second type of self-confidence immortal...

The stars fell sharply, and the heavens and the earth collapsed.

Thousands of lights, the world is frightened.

Three thousand swords fell, and the wind almost blew the entire Yingshui River over!

"Boom!"

Three thousand swords fell fifty zhang, a terrifying aura filled the air, and the sea became manic!

"Boom!"

Thirty zhang!

On the line between life and death, the river splits, and the stars are about to touch the ground!

"Boom..."

It was at this time!

Just when thousands of white-clothed silver swords turned into a fall, only thirty zhang away from King Yueyang, they could cut him into ashes at a glance, and the snow washed away the shame of pure yang!

"Sha..."

Suddenly...

Slightly, insignificant.

The smell of winter suddenly showed a trace.

A cold wind began from nowhere. It seems to have begun at the end of Qingping, and it seems to have begun in nothingness, slowly, slowly, giving people a cold and containing a frightening atmosphere, gently scraping from the west bank of the river to the north bank of the river and then spreading in all directions. It stands to reason that such a light gust of wind, neither the speed nor the force of the wind can control everything that is happening here, let alone the stars in the sky of thousands of silver swords.

However, the opposite is true...

Slow breeze, extremely slow and extremely fast, so slow that the sound does not move, and the breath is thousands of miles faster! The contradiction completely violates the law of time. And with the wind, everything here has changed dramatically at this moment!

"Whew..."

The wind has passed...

The two sides of the strait fought fiercely and quietly.

The stars that fell rapidly in the sky were quiet.

Xia Yuan and the Twelve Dead Xiao in the hands were also quiet.

Even the surging Yingshui River, the fish that jumped out of the water in a hurry, the people swimming in the water, the teenagers watching the battle from afar, and the few fluffs floating in the sky, all of them were quiet at this moment!

Silence is quiet, silent as empty.

The whole world seems to have lost its original color because of the appearance of this gust of wind. To be more precise, all the constant rules of time and space have stopped working! All of them have been frozen at the moment when the wind rises! All of them have been transformed into "people in paintings, stone statues" with the wind, motionless!

"Sha..."

Stillness, dead silence.

The wind blows, and the sky and the earth are suddenly cold!

The waves hanging in the air first spread hoarfrost and quickly spread in all directions.

In addition to the seven-star sword array, whether it was the mighty red elephant, the fierce beast, or the endless sword shadow that overturned the heavens and the earth, they all dissipated rapidly as the temperature dropped. It was also at this time that King Yueyang, who had not moved for a long time, finally moved. He looked up at the star that stopped at the fainting light of the void thirty zhang away, and silently curled the corners of his mouth.

He laughed...

The smile is still so calm, so calm that it is creepy. No one knew whether he was rejoicing in the wonder of the wind, laughing at the ignorance of the group of Taoists, or greeting the figure that was coming from a distance. Because, no one knows he's laughing...

In the distance, at the end of the frozen world, a figure appeared.

It was a figure that was colder than the air here. No one knows how he appeared or where he came from. In this cold, silent, dead world, he was following the footsteps of the breeze from the west bank of the river, gradually walking towards the center of the river.

He walked slowly, slowly, and every step seemed like a long time to take. It's just that every time he takes a step and his heel hits the ground, the physical space of the entire land is instantly distorted and deformed! Thousands of miles away, within a few minutes, the span between his landing and starting is hundreds of zhang away!

In a few breaths, he slowly walked over the collapsing embankment, over the beach, and over the frozen river.

The figure approached, and I vaguely saw his appearance...

However, he did not look the same. The pitch-black face, like smoke, could not see the facial features, and a heavy floor-to-ceiling black robe was the only feature of this person. This person is none other than the shadow that appeared on the top of Wentian Mountain last night and sat down with the old man to talk about it! That is, one of the supreme eighteen saints in the world, the master of the Soul Chasing Mansion - Lu Wusoul!

"Meet the Holy Master. ”

The shadow was hundreds of zhang away, and King Yueyang hugged his fists and saluted from a distance. The salutation still contains the majesty of a king, calm and loud, like a dragon roaring and roaring in the dead space, echoing for a long time.