(The first shift today, there will be a second shift in the evening)

Chapter 47: The Fall of the City at Dusk

Seeing that the city defense barrier that could not be broken down was actually removed, the morale of the evil men in the Cold Ice Pavilion suddenly soared.

"Neiying has removed the city defense barrier, everyone quickly occupy the city!"

In the sky, I don't know who was the first to shout among the Ice Pavilion evil men, and all the Cold Ice Pavilion evil men immediately shouted, "Kill, kill, kill!"

Immediately, each of them sacrificed magic weapons and attacked the righteous monks again.

The prince of the Northern Dynasty said lightly to that Liu Gongzi: "Please also ask Liu Gongzi to help them!"

Liu Gongzi nodded slightly, chuckled, flipped his left hand, and the turquoise piccolo appeared, but he didn't put it to his mouth to play, but went straight through the air, and his left hand clicked a few holes in the flute, and a low and quiet voice sounded in the air.

The sound of this flute was nothing, but the countless strange-shaped and ferocious demon beasts on the ground seemed to have suddenly received some order, and they all became shocked, and they all opened their teeth and claws and rushed towards the defensive light wall built by the righteous path people.

Before the righteous path monk could concentrate on it, countless demon beasts had already surged again, and the originally flat wall of light suddenly seemed to be squeezed by a huge force, and it was pressed into many places, showing an irregular curve.

There are even a few places, when the righteous path monks who are a little weaker in skill and not strong in their minds are a little soft, they can't grasp the magic weapon in their hands well, and the huge force surges, and in the roar, the demon beast pounces on it in an instant, throwing several people to the ground, and in the miserable screams, no one sees them again.

The arrows stationed on the ground outside the city gate and Mo Ran in the air looked at each other and nodded, as if they were telling each other, extremely careful.

Immediately, Ling Jian and the four Mo Ran, who were hanging in the air, joined the battle at the same time, and this move immediately attracted the attention of the monks of both good and evil factions.

The monks of the two factions of good and evil looked around, and saw that on the ground outside the West City Gate, there was the young man holding the Baimang Fairy Sword just now, who seemed to be the incarnation of the Thunder God, and the fairy sword was swung with stumps and broken arms, there were evil men of the Cold Ice Pavilion, and there were also fierce demon beasts, as if they had been hit by powerful thunder, scorched black and bubbling.

Ling Jian was not moved by the stump and broken arm beside him, as if he was crazy, and the white light in his hand rose to the sky, enveloping his figure, and he rushed into the most dense place of demon beasts and cold ice pavilion evil men without any scruples.

It was the brightest light in the night, his eyes were cold, but there seemed to be fanaticism in the depths of his pupils, as if he longed for the blood that burst out under the cold light ahead.

Several Ice Pavilion evil men and demon beasts standing in front of him turned into a rain of blood after the White Mang Thunder Sword swept by.

The evil men of the Cold Ice Pavilion were in an uproar and surrounded them one after another, but Ling Arrow seemed to ignore the enemies and demon beasts attacking behind him, only looking ahead, rushing straight to the place with the most people, rushing vertically and horizontally, and being unstoppable, where he passed, flesh and blood flew sideways.

In a moment, he had gone straight and killed back and forth, and then turned and killed in another direction.

The other righteous monks saw that this arrogant young man was like the Nine Heavens Thunder God, and his attack was extremely fierce, but they seemed to disregard the safety behind him, and they followed one after another, each with a magic weapon, and fought with the monks of the Cold Ice Pavilion, guarding behind him.

High in the sky, although it was not as bloody as the young man fighting the demon beast, the situation was even more dangerous.

Most of the people in this high-altitude duel were a few people who had a fairly high cultivation in the Cold Ice Pavilion, and on the side of the righteous path guarding Dusk City, there were also many elders and elites of various sects who were lucky enough to avoid the demon blood baby's action of "clearing the sect".

Although the righteous path is slightly inferior, it is also the impact of the evil master of the Cold Ice Pavilion who can barely support it.

Dingxi Feng and Nadonghai both had solemn faces, seeing that the light wall was pressed by a black tide, and several weak places were crumbling, seeing that they could not support it, from time to time there were miserable screams, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

Ding Xifeng frowned, suddenly raised his head, and saw that high in the sky, Mo Ran, Yang Liu'er, Zhang Peng, and Xiao Ruxian suddenly joined, and rushed to the weakest point of the light wall respectively, and immediately turned his head to signal to the remaining three white-bearded elders in the West City Gate.

The three white-bearded elders who had originally strengthened the golden light barrier of the city's defense nodded to the west wind, each of them raised the tokens in their hands, and joined the battle.

Mo Ran and Ding Xifeng, a group of nine people, joined the battle group, and immediately stabilized the situation temporarily, and the Dao and magic weapons of these nine people were much higher than the righteous monks who had escaped the Blood Infant "Purging Sect".

They flew straight towards the most strained battlefield, and those gaps that had been attacked by the beast demons suddenly received strong support from these new forces, and they immediately rebounded back, killing the attacking beast demons in the blink of an eye, and the entire light curtain turned to appear more solid and bright, and indestructible.

Among the crowd, the most dazzling place is that in the center of the light curtain, Yang Liu'er holds a blue mang fairy sword, standing proudly in the clouds like a nine-day fairy, in the ten thousand zhang glow, the blue mang fairy sword seems to turn into a bloody slaughtering knife, and the place where it passes is a rain of blood, broken bones, and it is actually piled up at her feet to make a small mountain.

After a long time, Mo said that those vicious beast demons also had three points of scruple about this stunning beauty who was dressed in blue and turned black and red, and even the righteous people behind Yang Liu'er were also shocked.

On this battlefield of life and death, Yang Liuer seems to have vented the grievances and humiliations she has suffered in the past few days, and she actually looks at life and death as if there is nothing, galloping vertically and horizontally, and every time she kills into the group of beasts and demons between the gaps, setting off bursts of bloody rain one after another.

Mo Ran raised her eyes and saw that on the face of this beautiful woman, there was no pity, no fear and pain, no horror and disgust, and even the willow eyebrows did not wrinkle when the bloody and foul-smelling beast blood stained her blue embroidered dress.

She just fought like this, using all her strength to vent the grievances and pain in her heart for days.

In this bloody and bloody wind, her worldly face is cold and gorgeous, as if it is particularly moving, which makes people suddenly frightened but dare not approach in the slightest.

Mo Ran quickly made a quick decision, tended to use the blood-blue Fu Lingding to guard Yang Liu'er's side, and cast all the "Fengshen Suo" large array that he could give, and those Cold Ice Pavilion monks who broke into this blockade array were frozen in the air one after another, and then they were instantly slashed into two pieces by Yang Liu'er, Zhang Peng, and Xiao Ruxian's immortal swords and giant swords.

There were several times when Yang Liu'er was almost suddenly attacked from behind by the evil man of the Cold Ice Pavilion, but Mo Ran made a timely move and used the Fu Ling Ding to seal the god and freeze the evil man of the Cold Ice Pavilion before he escaped.

Yang Liu'er occasionally turned her head and smiled faintly at Mo Ran to express her gratitude, but suddenly remembered something, her face turned red, she turned her face away, and killed the endless cult demon.

Mo Ran saw Yang Liu'er's rare smile at herself, and she was suddenly stunned.

This grumpy, delicate and domineering woman laughed at it, and it was shocking.

Putting aside his thoughts, Mo Ran once again guarded Yang Liu'er, Zhang Peng, and Xiao Ruxian.

His original turquoise short sword and blood-red silk were no longer there in order for him to escape, although the blood-blue Fuling Ding, which was fused with him, was a strange treasure in the world, but it was a strange treasure to subdue fierce beasts, defend oneself or cast formations, and its power as an attack magic weapon was greatly reduced. So he just fixed himself as a cult demon and assisted Yang Liu'er and the three of them to kill the enemy.

In this battle, the black torrent always pressed the light curtain, but it failed to break through after all.

The sky and the earth outside the west gate of the entire Dusk City were filled with a bloody aura, and everywhere there were lifeless bodies and rivers of blood, both demon beasts and monks of the good and evil factions.

The sky shrouded in the setting sun seemed to be dyed a bloody color, and the dark clouds lingered low, staring coldly at all this.

Everyone in the battlefield seemed to have blood on their bodies, and a desolate and strange color of blood stained the entire space.

The army of demon beasts that are pressed by the black and oppressive cannot see the end at a glance, and this life-and-death decisive battle still has no bright future in sight.

Suddenly, the crown prince of the Northern Dynasty and the silk boy beside him began to act almost at the same time.

Mo Ran frowned tightly and looked at the two who were about to join the battle.

The crown prince of the Northern Dynasty sacrificed the dagger with dazzling green light, and stabbed it specifically at the weakest place of the wall of light, this dagger of the Nine Heavens Divine Soldier is really not ordinary, and every time the edge of the lock belt here is unstoppable.

Just in the blink of an eye, the light curtain that had been re-stabilized due to the addition of Mo Ran and the nine people of Ding Xifeng instantly became several holes broken by this, and it was about to collapse.

And the "Ancient God Scroll" sacrificed by the silk boy was even more powerful, and as soon as the colorful light emitted touched the righteous path monks, it fixed those monks in place, and was instantly wiped out by the evil warriors and demon beasts of the Cold Ice Pavilion who were chasing after them.

This spell is very similar to the "Fengshen Suo" cultivated by Mo Ran, but the power of the ancient god scroll in the hands of this young man named Mu Bai is even more weird.

The demon blood infant and the big man who looked like a bear entangled Ding Xifeng and the other five elders, and the battle situation was in favor of the Cold Ice Pavilion evil warriors for a while, and the defensive momentum built by the righteous path monks began to collapse rapidly.

Mo Ran looked at the righteous path monk guarding the city, and couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart, turned his head, and was suddenly stunned, only to see that not far from him, Yang Liu'er was also standing quietly in mid-air, looking at him silently.

The fishy wind blew, and her blood-stained shirt swayed gently.

On that peerless face, there was no trace of anger at the moment, just looking at himself intently, and I didn't know what was thinking in my heart at the moment.

The four looked at each other, and they all saw the firmness of dying alone in each other's eyes.

Seeing that the Dusk City, which had lost the golden light barrier of the city's defense, was about to be attacked by the Ice Pavilion monks and countless ferocious demon beasts that were running wildly, a moon-white robe suddenly rose in the Dusk City, and it was constantly expanding in all directions, faintly covering the entire Dusk City.

On top of the robe sat a young monk with tender white skin, with a solemn face, his hands folded, and the supreme Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

Mo Ran and the others looked up, this monk was not a Xuanse master who had turned against him, but who else could it be!

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