The people below were very worried, and they actually absorbed all the attacks, which was looking for death, and finally the rain of arrows devoured Han Tongwen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info originally thought that Han Tongwen was killed by this endless arrow, and when all this was about to end, suddenly a momentum like the might of heaven and earth rose. Everyone looked in Han Tongwen's direction, and a man with black armor was steaming with pale red true qi, and all the arrows stayed outside him. Originally, Wu Kong thought that it was foolproof, and he secretly transferred the forbidden army to the Empress Wu, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't help Han Tongwen. The screams in the Praetorian Guards continued, and they fell one by one, and a blood-red figure crossed the air and landed on the fallen ruins of the Martial Palace.

"Blood Demon?" The blood red of his body was extremely dazzling, and it was very easy to identify him.

"I heard that the Qi Sect is going to fight with the Martial Palace, and my Blood Demon Sect will also come over to join in the fun" The Blood Demon voice was hoarse.

"Is it him?" Ji Heng's heart lit up, today was really not in vain, not only saw such a shocking battle, but also knew the true body of the Night Shura and the whereabouts of the Five Dragons, and now he met an old man.

"The four of you are members of the Martial Palace, the Qi Sect and my Martial Family are in a private fight, you don't interfere with the Lord of the Palace, there is nothing to say, but now that the Blood Demon Sect has been killed in the Martial Palace, do you still want to watch from the wall?" Wu Kong asked.

Ye Tiannan's several Great Martial Sects glanced at each other

"The Blood Demon Cult is handed over to us"

Wu Daotong didn't know what he was thinking, and he was still indifferent to Ye Tiannan's shot.

"From now on, you defend with all your strength and take the opportunity to fight your way out of the encirclement" Han Tongwen knew that he was about to reach his limit, if he didn't kill it now, and the power left by Pope Anselmo disappeared, the slimmer their chances would be.

"Why is that?" Qin'er was a little puzzled.

Qiao Song is the person who knows Han Tongwen best, and his face changed, "Listen to the master's words, Kong Zhao, little wolf, follow me, Dahu, Erhu, Sanhu and I will kill out"

"Full cover for the retreat of the leader's disciples"

The people of the dark guard also changed their mission, and they chose to believe and help the night Shura unreservedly, as for Ye Liu, who was fighting with the stone dragon land, he didn't have to worry about having an alienation instinct. The battle between Ke Ping and the Broken Sword Book is extremely hot, and now Ke Ping is no longer the civilian warrior who is bullied, each sword is very concise and powerful. The battle between Broken Sword Book and him was less like a battle of life and death, but more like a pointer. Broken Sword Book himself was born as a civilian martial artist and came to his current position step by step, he knew how difficult it was, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for a martial artist like Ke Ping when he saw him.

"Worry-free knife!"

"Shooting Star"

After a fire-filled collision, Ke Ping took a few steps back, and the courtyard wall behind him was knocked down by this back, Broken Sword Book was nearly twenty years older than him, and he was still a little worse in terms of strength. A blue figure jumped out from the side and stabbed towards the Broken Sword Book, this sudden sword caught the Broken Sword Book a little unprepared, and the sword sank into the chest. The Broken Sword Book grabbed the woman with one hand and showed no mercy, and the long sword slashed across her throat.

"Don't!" Ke Ping roared.

"Desireless!"

Desirelessness is the last resort to kill love, and it is also Ke Ping's only remaining humanity, for Du Rumeng, he completely gave up his desire to be a human in his last life. A majestic force poured out in his body, the horizontal knife was in his hand, and the Broken Sword Book was seriously injured by Du Rumeng first, and now he finally died under Ke Ping's knife.

"As a civilian warrior, I know how precious and humble every step of growth is," Broken Sword said.

"We have to spend thousands of times more effort to achieve every bit of achievement, and even give up too many things, dignity, pride, emotion, only leaving a strong and brave heart" Broken Sword Book coughed up blood, he seemed to think of the scene of people who went around to learn the arts, humiliated by others, lowly and low, begging and flattering which era of grief and indignation, all the confidence of the proud civilian warriors in reality was crushed, and he could only have a stronger heart.

"I don't feel relieved to have a rising star plane martial artist surpass me, I have endured endless hardships to get to this point, and you now have the power to surpass me, not because you are talented, but because you give up more than me, is it worth it?"

Is it worth it The three words kept recalling in Ke Ping's mind looking at his beloved who fell to the ground, all his efforts were to marry Du Rumeng, as long as he could marry Du Rumeng, everything would be worth it. He got his wish, but now he watched her die in front of him. He wanted to cry and forgot what it looked like, he wanted to be angry but forgot how to be angry, he wanted to be sad but forgot how to be angry, he wanted to be sad but forgot how to feel sad.

I wanted to roar, but I couldn't, and the whole person was like a stone. Ke Ping smashed his fist after punch, as if he was regretting his incompetence, regretting his iron heart, why did he become like this? The only thing he could feel was the surging power in his body, with a power comparable to or even surpassing that of the top ten grandmasters, this was the power he dreamed of at the beginning, but why couldn't he be happy? Picking up Du Rumeng, he left this place of right and wrong step by step. Ke Ping was stunned, but he didn't know what he had lost, whether it was his lover or his desire.

The people of the Qi Sect huddled together and wanted to make a gap, but how could Wukong let them go without his eyes.

"If you want to retreat, it's too simple," Wukong gave an order, and four more powerful Great Martial Sects were killed in the forbidden army.

"The more the better, the more the merrier...."Han Tongwen's consciousness has begun to trance, Night Shura itself is his resentment against God, anger at the injustice of life, the desolation of the two lives, this negative force has always been sealed by him in the deepest depths, and the power of this power has always made Han Tongwen dare not use it easily, because once he is unsealed, he will become a real Shura!

"Don't let anyone go," Wukong said.

Han Tongwen's sanity under the mask has begun to be gradually replaced by anger, and the martial saint is very keen to perceive the aura between heaven and earth, and Wukong feels that the cold killing intent envelops the entire martial hall. The four Great Martial Sects chased in the direction of Qiao Song and their charge, but as soon as they moved, a black shadow crossed in front of them, and the head of a slightly older Great Martial Sect flew in the air. The real demon has arrived, and the fear of Night Asura will forever dominate those who see this scene today.

Han Tongwen still retains the strength of this martial saint, the four great martial sects have little room for resistance in front of him, the black knife and the Cangyun sword in his hand are rare sharp weapons in the world, and one great martial sect has even been cut into a human stick and fell to the ground groaning in pain! The sword and sword slash swung everywhere in the martial hall, Wu Daotong turned to one side, and a black sword slash collapsed the only wall behind him, and there were thousands of ravines on the ground. The four Great Martial Sects who originally rushed to stop Qiao Song's escape ended miserably, but the head fell to the ground but was the luckiest, the other three people, one was cut down, two were cut by the night Shura, and there was even one person who dragged Sen Sen's white bones on the ground and screamed. How could the forbidden army not far away be able to stop Han Tongwen, who was in a state of madness, and every slash would set off countless screams.

The continuous screams were terrifying, and the little wolf and Kong Zhao were just about to look back but were forbidden by Qiao Song.

"Rush forward, don't look back," Qiao Song shouted.

Wu Qi attacked his heart with blood, but he didn't expect Han Tongwen's methods to be so vicious, rushing into the forbidden army was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and every move made them suffer heavy casualties, and even the people of the Blood Demon Hall did not flee. These three thousand forbidden troops were not enough for Han Tongwen to kill, so he couldn't help but roar angrily and rushed towards Han Tongwen.

Han Tongwen, who was incarnated in the form of Shura, also sensed that someone was attacking, but with the blessing of the Demon Sword Asura's state, his speed was faster and his strength was stronger. In the blink of an eye, the kung fu Shura Han Tongwen disappeared from Wukong's eyes, and there was a cold killing intent from behind, and he hurriedly turned around and punched in the middle of his fist, and in this impact, Wukong was actually repelled by a powerful sword. The last time he was beaten back in a head-to-head battle was many years ago, in a battle with the overlord Du Yan when Datang and Daxia were at war, Han Tongwen's strength was more than one grade higher than before. Shura Han Tongwen failed to attack the first time, the second and third time, and now he had only one thought in his mind, and that was to tear all the people who stood in his way to pieces.

The continuous attacks made Wukong retreat again and again, and he lost face as a martial saint of the Zhenguo. All the powerhouses of the Martial Hall forgot about the battle, and looked at the most attractive battle in the center of the square in a daze, except for Qin Wanjian, the strongest person in the entire Tang Dynasty Martial Arts Realm was Wukong, but now it was firmly suppressed. Except for when Shura Han Tongwen fought with Wukong, they couldn't even catch Han Tongwen's shadow at other times. A black shadow hung over everyone's hearts, because they were the ones who might die the next moment. Feng Buping, who was originally fighting with the powerhouse of the Blood Demon Sect, instantly raised his figure, and the opponent in front of him suddenly exploded, and Feng Buping's cold sweat left from his forehead, if it wasn't for his light decision, Shura Han Tongwen would have killed him with a knife just now.