The leading role of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Monarch and the Haotian Demon Monarch led to a morale in the resistance camp, a morale that was not afraid of death. I saw that when I violated the loyal camp, every monk who resisted the camp was fighting desperately, and I didn't care whether I could die in front of my opponent at all. His right arm was cut off, and his left arm could continue to fight with a long sword, and even if his arms were gone, he could still manipulate the magic weapon to threaten his opponent.

The Haotian Demon Lord glanced at the entire battlefield, and then cut off the head of a black-clothed Immortal Monarch with a single sword. At this time, the battlefield exudes the atmosphere of tragedy and death, and there are monks fighting everywhere, and monks falling everywhere. Even the Haotian Demon Lord himself was hit hard, but in order to resist the great cause of asking the sky, he did not retreat, and he has been fighting hard.

The sound of "search" came, and the Heavenly Sword Immortal Monarch, dressed in white and covered with bloodstains, appeared in front of the Haotian Demon Monarch, but in fact, he was no better. At the moment when the Seven Star Pavilion defected, the Heavenly Sword Immortal Monarch was full of combat power, sweeping all the way, after a long battle, in addition to the spiritual power consumption in his body was too intense, his body was also full of wounds.

"Senior brother, most of the die-hard monks have surrendered, but the black-clothed monks are still resisting stubbornly. Heavenly Sword Immortal Monarch said worriedly.

In fact, Heavenly Sword said a word of nonsense, don't say that Haotian Demon Lord saw the entire battle situation in his eyes, even Hua Yingxue and Xiao Lizi saw it clearly.

There are many monks in the rebel camp, and now there are at least more than 300,000. But if you want to completely eliminate the last hundred thousand black-clothed monks, you must pay a heavy price, I am afraid that 200,000 monks will fall here.

"Senior brother, we have no choice but to kill desperately to the end. Haotian Demon Monarch said.

"I also know this truth, but in the face of the death of the monks of our camp, there is still a trace of unbearable. Heavenly Sword Immortal Monarch said, but after speaking, he looked at the sky, although Xiao Li Zi and the three were hidden in the clouds, but the Heavenly Sword knew them, at this time he really hoped that Xiao Li Zi and the three of them would make a move, because they were all supreme and powerful.

"Senior brother, although you can kill 100,000 monks with the combat power of the three junior brothers of the sword punishment, they will definitely be consumed. And once Wentian appeared while they were weak, it would be dangerous. If anything happens to the three of them, the consequences cannot be borne by the rebel camp. Haotian Demon Lord said.

Heavenly Sword Immortal Jun took a deep breath and nodded, because he also understood the reason. Once Xiao Lizi and the three of them are damaged, what should they do if the Heavenly Immortal King comes to kill them? Although the 300,000 monks can completely kill Wentian, it is also a crowd tactic, and once Wentian decides to flee, no one can stop him. The consequences of Wentian's escape are terrible, even if he loses the entire die-hard camp, but once he slowly develops in the background, with his eternal lifespan, he will return sooner or later.

"Alas!" Haotian Demon Monarch sighed when he saw that the Heavenly Sword Immortal Monarch was silent, because he was also very heartbroken about the death of the battlefield monk. At this moment, Hua Yingxue, accompanied by Qingxuan Immortal Monarch, made peace with Haotian Demon Monarch and Heavenly Sword Immortal Monarch.

"Master, uncle. Hua Yingxue hugged her fists at Haotian Demon Monarch and Heavenly Sword Immortal Monarch and said.

"Butterfly dance. Haotian and Heavenly Sword also responded.

"Master, uncle. Although the Blackfriars are still there to resist stubbornly, they must be killed. Hua Yingxue said flatly, without showing the slightest intention of supervising the battle.

Haotian and Heavenly Sword Immortal Jun glanced at each other. Although Hua Yingxue is a disciple of the Haotian Demon Monarch, he is absolutely obedient when it comes to rebellion, because all the decisions Hua Yingxue made are to resist the Heavenly Immortal King. As for the Heavenly Sword Immortal Monarch, although he hadn't been in contact with Hua Yingxue for a long time, he had also heard Murong talk about it. Hua Yingxue's cultivation talent is not as good as Haotian and Heavenly Sword, but in terms of the overall situation, the two cannot be compared. In other words, Hua Yingxue can see the distant future, while the two can only see the present.

Seeing the Haotian Demon Monarch and the Heavenly Sword Immortal Monarch enter the battlefield again, Hua Yingxue's eyes were very indifferent, and she did not have the mercy of the monks dying in large numbers, because she knew that it was imperative to kill the monks of the loyal camp and the black-clothed monks, even the monks who had surrendered now, she thought of how to settle after the war.

"Alas!" Looking at Hua Yingxue's expression, Qingxuan Immortal Jun secretly sighed. Although Hua Yingxue is an immortal master, although she needs the protection of Qingxuan Immortal Jun, Hua Yingxue's iron blood has been deeply imprinted in Qingxuan Immortal Jun's heart.

Somewhere on the battlefield, Song Ling'er stood in the middle with Xianqin in his hand and Jiang Yu with a long sword in his hand, and Bai Ziyu and Zheng Han were on either side. However, at this time, all four of them were stained with blood, and their eyes were glaring, because they were red-eyed, because the black-clothed monk was a subordinate of Wentian, especially Bai Ziyu and Song Ling'er's crazy killing.

Wentian is the great enemy of Song Ling'er's brother and sister, and the two of them will not have mercy on any black-clothed monk, even the monk who surrendered in their hands was also killed by them.

The second is Jiang Yu, although the hatred for Wentian in her heart is strong, it is not like Bai Ziyu and Song Ling'er, after all, a popular immortal monarch shared the hatred that Wentian brought to Jiang Yu.

Zheng Han is the lightest killing, because he doesn't have that kind of unforgettable hatred, and he only has one, Wentian cut off his path to eternal life, but at this point, he had to ask him to kill the black-clothed monk with a spear, but not as crazy as the other three.

The sound of the piano sounded, the sword qi was agitated, the spear was swept away, and Song Ling'er and the four killed the four black-clothed immortal monarchs. However, the four of them met by chance at this time.

"Xueyu, how are you?" asked Zheng Han.

"It's okay, it's just not fun. Bai Ziyu said while looking for the next opponent without blinking, but his voice revealed killing intent inside and out.

"Senior sister, are you in any big trouble?" Song Ling'er looked at Jiang Yu, whose arm was still bleeding, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and asked.

"It doesn't matter, just urge the spirit of life. Jiang Yu replied, and the blood stopped after speaking.

Song Ling'er and Jiang Yu all entered Bai Ziyu and Zheng Han's field of vision, and seeing that there were no black-clothed monks around, after glancing at each other, they flew towards Song Ling'er and Jiang Yu.

Song Ling'er and Jiang Yu saw Bai Ziyu and the two flying over, their nervous heartstrings relaxed a little, although the four of them were all extremely powerful saint monarchs, but in this tragic war, there was also a danger of falling at any time, but once the four of them would be together, the danger would be greatly reduced.

When the four of them got together, they all smiled and disappeared after a flash, because this is a battlefield and there is danger at any time.