The Two Realms Mountain, the top of the main peak.

The lead cloud hung low, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the scene of the Shura killing field in the strange stone maze below, the blood soaked the ground under his feet, but it was not muddy.

Countless blood, and even the corpses of the Aqua Demon Army, were constantly absorbed and decomposed within the dark and strange stone labyrinth.

From the perspective of the Son of Heaven's Qi Technique, streams of blood-colored aura were constantly absorbed by the Two Realms Mountain, turning into streams of aura pouring into the bodies of the disciples of the three sects, supporting this fierce battle.

"Brother Zhao, why is this?" Zhong Shenxiu asked with a slight surprise as he pointed to the battlefield below.

"Senior Brother Qiyu, after the Peak Pass is activated, the entire Two Realms Mountain will be shrouded in the Fractal Spirit Array, if you don't block the demon soldiers, if we fall, it will be the same. ”

Zhao Xingming's words were a little embarrassed, sentimental and angry, and his expression was complicated.

Zhong Shenxiu didn't ask much when he heard this, the reason why the Peak Pass was called the Peak was because he was in a desperate situation.

Every wisp of aura, every bit of resources is incomparably precious, and it seems that this bloody battle in the sea abyss is even more cruel and bloody than he imagined.

Zhong Shenxiu was silent for a long time, and said again: "Please ask Brother Zhao to contact one or two with the other two sects, and if the pass is broken, please also ask Brother Zhao to organize a boat to rush into battle and launch a decisive charge!"

Zhong Shenxiu jumped into the strange stone maze after saying that, swept into the maze of strange stones, swept the sword, and killed the Quartet!

Zhao Xingming's lips twitched, but in the end, he didn't say much, and immediately commanded the disciples of the three sects to wrestle with the Water Tribe's demon army.

In fact, everyone expected this moment, but they didn't expect it to come so quickly!

............

"Little Mist, up!"

Swept into the battlefield, Zhong Shenxiu stretched out his hand and made a move, and the white mist suddenly appeared out of thin air, filling the audience.

The disciples of the three sects are all innate, and they rely more on spiritual sensing than their five senses, and the small mist technique does not have much impact on them.

On the contrary, the cultivation of the Water Tribe's demon army was low, and it was all based on the number and thick-skinned demon body to compete with the disciples of the three sects.

Together, countless demon armies suddenly became blind and chaotic.

Not to mention maintaining the battle formation, it is difficult to distinguish where you are even in the south, south, south, and northwest after a few more steps, as if you are blind.

The disciples of the three sects also instantly understood Zhong Shenxiu's intentions, and they appeared in the dense fog, and an extra ghost appeared under the sword in a flash, and then disappeared into the dense fog, coming and going without a trace.

In order to save energy, Zhong Shenxiu controlled the Nine Heavens Galaxy Sword into a match, and focused on the weak points outside the scale armor of the water tribe demon soldiers, especially the neck.

Often, as soon as the sword light surrounded, a strange-shaped head rose to the sky, and the blood fountain dissipated like a flower, turning into wisps of blood spirit qi, merging into the dark earth under his feet.

The scope of the small mist technique is limited, and the time is also limited, and Zhong Shenxiu has to wander on the battlefields of all sides.

Once he found out where the fog showed signs of dissipating, Zhong Shenxiu would shoot at it and make up for a small mist technique.

The consumption of true qi of this little mist technique is negligible, and it has no lethal power, it seems to be a chicken rib.

However, under the complex terrain of the strange stone labyrinth, it has a miraculous effect when facing the water tribe demon army.

Since Zhong Shenxiu used the Little Mist Technique, the speed at which the disciples of the three sects harvested their lives suddenly more than doubled, and their own safety was also guaranteed.

The battle situation changed from a-for-tat fierce battle to a one-sided harvest in an instant, and the speed at which the water tribe demon army filled in suddenly skyrocketed.

A group of three hundred demon troops poured into the battlefield, and it was exhausted in less than a pillar of incense.

The role of the small mist technique is even greater than Zhong Shenxiu's coming to the battlefield and harvesting the demon army with the Nine Heavens Galaxy Sword.

The use of wonderful, with one mind!

This anomaly quickly attracted Ao Yu's attention, after all, no matter how many demon troops under his command there were, they couldn't withstand such consumption.

"Hmph! I dare to show off in front of this seat, I don't know what to say!"

Ao Yu's eyes flashed, and a vast dragon groan came out of his mouth, roaring the world.

In the sound of the dragon's groan, the wind suddenly rose, the clouds surged, the lead clouds fell, and there was a hidden sound of lightning and thunder.

Dragon's Talent: Calling the Wind and Rain!

Whoa!

The downpour soon fell from the battlefield, dense as a net, in a continuous line.

Blocked by the torrential rain, many disciples couldn't help but stagnate, and they couldn't help but slow down a little between moving and moving.

However, the water tribe demon army relied on its keen sense of water vapor to instantly surround and kill, and the sound of pounced on the sharp blade into the flesh sounded, and many disciples of the three sects suddenly hung up and dyed with blood, and even some were dismembered by the chaotic blade before they could react.

The tide turned in an instant.

"Extremely bright clouds, broken!"

Zhong Shenxiu let out a low snort, and the sword light like a match was dazzling, clearing the dark clouds.

The dark clouds hanging high above the battlefield were suddenly broken, and then the light was shining, constantly cutting and evaporating the lead clouds and rain, and the sky was clear.

"Shhh

The moment he made a move, Zhong Shenxiu felt as if he was being targeted by some ancient fierce beast, and a cool breath rose from behind him, and he was terrified.

Looking up, Ao Yu, the dragon son of the East China Sea, stepped forward with his hand, and the sky trembled.

The piercing killing intent instantly enveloped Zhong Shenxiu, and Ao Yu's qi locked on Zhong Shenxiu, as if he could strike with a thunderous blow at any time.

"Retreat!"

Zhong Shenxiu made a decision in his heart in an instant, and he retreated, falling like a projectile, and after a few plunders, he withdrew from the battlefield and disappeared into the depths of the Two Realms Mountain.

Although Zhong Shenxiu had ravaged the battlefield before, he had been carefully hiding his qi so as not to be locked by Ao Yu.

At the moment of the shot, he could no longer hide, and was instantly locked by Ao Yu, so that Zhong Shenxiu had to withdraw and retreat.

It's not that Zhong Shenxiu is afraid of Ao Yu, he is afraid of the enemy like a tiger, and he doesn't dare to plunder his edge.

But Zhong Shenxiu had already made up his mind that he didn't want to fight Ao Yu head-on before launching, so as not to be found out and lose the effect of the surprise army.

Assassins, hiding in the shadows can exert their greatest power.

It's like an unsheathed sword, which is always the most deterrent, and the most terrifying when it hangs without falling.

Seeing that Zhong Shenxiu had no intention of responding to the battle, Ao Yu seemed to be a little excited, and as soon as he turned around, he fell into the military formation, ignoring the fierce Senior Brother Liu, as if he had no interest.

............

After Zhong Shenxiu left, the battlefield returned to normal, the sound of fighting was everywhere, the sword blade was stained with blood, and the swords and guns were cold.

Only the fog that has not yet dissipated on the field and the rain that flows like a stream from the mountains prove the confrontation between the two strong men.

For a time, on the mountain road lined with strange stones, the white mist is thick, and the meandering streams are criss-crossed, as if it is a quiet and beautiful scene.

However, the constant sound of fighting and the splashing of blood stained the short-lived stream red, reminding that this was not a quiet place, but a bloody and cruel Shura killing field.

Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves!

Looking down at the battlefield below, Zhong Shenxiu couldn't help but sigh!

Strong, sword cultivators!