"Tread"

"Tread"

"Tread"

"Tread"

Four voices sounded, the poisonous old man, the head of Wudang, the head of Emei, and the abbot of Shaolin stepped out at the same time, and the four terrifying momentum were connected, like a tide, surging towards the Silver Armor Demon Saint, and the surging power shook the void. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The integrity of the human race does not allow them to bow their heads, even if everyone was still fighting for life and death just now, but now they are unanimous to the outside world.

As a scattered immortal, which one was not killed all the way, his mind was extremely strong, and although the demon saint was strong, he could not let them give up the glory of belonging to the human race in their hearts.

"Bang bang, okay, I didn't expect you to be so backbone!" The Silver Armor Demon Saint clapped his hands and said, his tone was extremely calm, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth revealed a bloodthirsty taste.

"In that case, then let Bensheng send you to hell!"

"Boom!"

A silver light suddenly appeared, and the demon saint had already made a move, his arms stretched out, his armor was shining, and the incomparable killing intent was earth-shattering, and the powerful demon qi swept in all directions.

In an instant, the stone shattered, and the silver light skyrocketed thousands of times, just like a cold moon, every touch of silver light easily tore through the space, and in the next second, a thick pillar of light enveloped the four of them, and the dense light swirled, and the huge scattered immortal momentum was torn apart in the blink of an eye, and the powerful and sharp energy hit their bodies.

The poisonous old man waved the bamboo cane in his hand, turning into a turquoise barrier to protect his body, and streams of mana poured out of his body, and the emerald light skyrocketed, temporarily competing with the silver light, barely able to block it,

The head of Emei and the abbot of Shaolin are the same, the magic weapon and secret art of the imperial envoy are very difficult to stabilize their figure in the streamer.

Only the head of Wudang, his face was calm, his hands were full of vitality, between his hands, his robe was flying, his hands were holding yin and yang, and a hundred-zhang size of vitality gossip was immediately formed, blocking in front of him, as his mana gushed out, the gossip continued to grow, and finally protected the three masters of the poisonous old man, letting the silver light surge, and the gossip did not move.

Maybe Wudang's Taoism is not the most powerful, but when it comes to defense, it can be ranked among the top three in the world, Tai Chi gossip, and the defense is not too terrifying.

Lao Dao was injured by a move before, mainly because everyone didn't expect the Demon Saint to sneak attack, so they were defenseless, and now the four of them joined forces to block this blow.

"Sneer"

The head of Wudang raised his hand and pulled out the long sword on his back, four feet long, the sword body was simple, bronze, the hilt was wide, and the word "Zhenwu" was engraved with gold inscriptions.

This sword is the treasure of Wudang Zhenshan, the real martial sword, it is said to be the portable blade of the true martial ancestor of the Nine Heavens Demon Swing, and was later obtained by Zhang Junbao, the ancestor of Wudang, and it has been passed down to this point, and it is the token of each generation of heads.

"Poof!"

The sword is sharp, like a clear spring, without the slightest ripple.

"Everyone, come with me!"

With a burst of shouts, the robe flew, the momentum soared to the sky, the real martial sword slashed out, the sword body trembled slightly, the sword qi was agitated, and the silver streamer was directly extinguished, instantaneous time, above the sky, only this bright sword light illuminated time.

The head of Wudang took the lead, raised his sword and slashed down, an inexplicable aura wrapped around the real martial sword, and where he passed, the demonic qi dissipated, which was the unique demon sword qi.

The poisonous old man, the head of Emei, and the Shaolin abbot followed, rolling up the violent mana and blasting out.

Palm prints, fist wind, sword light, and the aura of Buddha and demons are intertwined, enveloping the demon saint from all directions.

"Look for death!"

The Silver Armor Demon Saint's face turned cold, and he pointed out with a finger in his right hand, and in an instant, the wind surged, the demonic qi rioted, and a huge invisible finger force bombarded the sword light.

"Smack"

The invincible sword light shattered, turned into a little streamer, and the remaining strength of the finger force was undiminished, and it rushed straight towards the four people, tearing everything up with its powerful force.

"Bang bang bang!"

Above the heavenly dome, there were roars one after another, and terrifying hurricanes appeared out of thin air, sweeping the heavens and the earth.

Immediately afterwards, four figures flew out from the aftermath of the rage, and it was the four heads of Wudang.

"Poof!"

The head of Wudang, who rushed to the front, was the most seriously injured, his chest was pierced by the force of his fingers, blood gushed out, and he could only stand with a real martial sword.

The poisonous old man and the head of Emei flew out thousands of feet away before stopping, both of them were seriously injured, and their combat strength was seven or eight.

Only the Shaolin abbot was better, his Arhat golden body defense was too strong, and his body was uncast, but a huge wound was blasted out of his shoulder.

Under one finger, the four scattered immortals were seriously injured, and the horror of the demon saint's strength could be seen.

Hiss!

It's amazing!

"Am I going to die here?"

Someone is crying, and now their last reliance has also collapsed, who else is the opponent of this demon saint here, could it be that I and other human race masters are going to die like this again?

"Ahem!"

The Lord of the Sword Sect had already woken up, and seeing the defeat of the four with his own eyes, there was a trace of remorse in his eyes, he turned his head, and just looked at the Heavenly Demon Sect Master, and the two of them shook their heads.

Not only him, but also the second elder of Shushan, the three of them regretted it in their hearts, if they didn't fight inwardly and gathered everyone's strength, they would not be able to fight, but right now, they were all seriously injured, only Han Li and the Shaolin abbot were still in combat strength, and they couldn't stop the demon saint at all.

"Hmph, do you still want to fight with me?"

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master snorted coldly, lifted the spear, endured the injury, strode over, and stood side by side with the Shaolin abbot, staring at the Silver Armor Demon Saint with a pair of tiger eyes without fear.

His pride does not allow him to be afraid, even if he dies, he must die standing and die in battle.

"If you don't take the Kongtong seal, how can I stop you!"

Not to be outdone, the Lord of the Sword Sect said, and then raised his sword, ignoring the wound on his chest that was still bleeding, stepping on the clouds, and in a few breaths, he crossed a thousand zhang and came to the side of the Heavenly Demon Sect Master.

"Hehe, a hundred years ago, we stirred up the storm and were invincible in the rivers and lakes, how can we be less old and honest now!" Kongtong Lao Dao got up suddenly, suffocated blood into his stomach in one breath, his face was pale, he laughed, and flew over.

The second elder with the broken arm didn't say a word, but silently held the Qiushui long sword in his right hand, and a surging sword intent came out of his body, straight into the sky, Shushan has never been afraid of death, from the beginning of the faction, no one bowed to the demon, just like the gentleman's long sword, proud and eternal.

The head of Emei's envoy came with a crescent blade, although she was a woman, she didn't let her eyebrows.

The seven masters of the human race stood side by side, their clothes stained with blood, their swords scarlet, and their fourteen eyes stared closely at the silver figure on the sky, without a trace of fear, only endless killing intent and surging battle intent.

The prestige of the human race cannot fall in their hands, and even if they die in battle, they cannot bow their heads.

"Honghong Xuanjia, slay demons and eliminate demons!"

On the ground, the white tiger split a demon king in half with a single sword, and the blood-stained long knife was raised high and roared out.

"Die for me!"

Long Yi picked up the blade and cut off a huge head, and blood gushed out ten zhang high, staining his official robe red!

"Xuanjia is invincible!"

His face was hideous, his sword was wielding, and the soldiers behind him who were fighting bloodily with the demon clan responded one after another, roaring again and again.

"Xuanjia is invincible!"

"Xuanjia is invincible!"

One by one, they turned around and threw themselves towards the demon clan.

On the other side of the battlefield, He Zudao led the seven sons of Kongtong and the elite disciples to rush into the army of the demon clan, tears flashing, and the electric snake roared.

Shushan Sword Sect, Emei, Heavenly Demon Sect, Poison Demon Sect, all martial arts forces are not afraid of death, even if they are exchanging one for one, they are taking away a big demon.

Under this kind of crazy attack, the people in the martial arts actually had the upper hand and directly pressed the demon clan to fight. Since even the scattered immortals have to start fighting hard, what are they afraid of?

"Hmph, Terran ants, look for death!"

The Silver Armor Demon Saint's face was grim, and the murderous intent suddenly rose, the madness of this human race surprised him, and he seemed to see the shadow of the human race that made him and all the demon races terrifying in ancient times. This is unbearable for him, and this madness must be nipped in the bud, and the most direct way is to wipe out all the human races here without leaving a single one, and use blood to swear the return of the demon race.

"Boom!"

An even more powerful momentum erupted from in front of him, and in an instant, the sky above the demon saint's head turned into chaos, and the earth, fire, water, and wind were raging, and the power was terrifying.

"Today, this saint will let you leave no one behind!"

The naked killing intent made people's scalps tingle, the silver armor demon saint flew up, the light of his fists skyrocketed, and the next moment, an incomparably powerful fist wind blasted towards the seven people of the Wudang master, the space exploded, swept the heavens and the earth, and the fist shook the heavens and the earth, unmatched.

The seven had nowhere to hide, and they didn't plan to hide.

At this critical moment, a loud voice sounded, and then a sword light skyrocketed, connecting the heavens and the earth, and the terrifying knife momentum soared straight into the sky, and the sword intent that cut the sky and the earth crossed the void.

"Five Qi Xuanming, one sword to cut the immortals!"