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The war continues. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info time has passed thirteen days. The entire Sword Spirit Tribe. It's completely engulfed in the killing. It seems endless. It doesn't seem to end.

Golden Spirit Tribe. Tanks have already been sorted. Booming rolling. With a monstrous and hideous momentum. Attack after attack on the east side was launched.

Two major tribes of civil engineering. The Yuan Infant Master has been dispatched. The decisive force on this battlefield is also the pinnacle of power. Not all of them were dispatched. But it's these few Yuanying masters. can set off a piece of the sky.

Every time I make a move, it's a storm. The Void is distorted. The roar is terrifying. Destroy a large area of the Sword Spirit Tribe Formation. Kill numerous Sword Spirit Tribe disciples. The screams echoed in the hearts of the people.

On the other side of the tribal alliance. The killings were the most brutal. The Monk's Fight. Rivers of blood.

Above the void of the Sword Spirit Tribe. It was already filled with monstrous blood. The earth is full of blood. The roar of the beast. The monk's screams. A low horn. and the rumbling of the chariot. The earth-shattering roar of the monk's supernatural powers colliding. The colors that emanate have become the sound of this world. The color of the world.

Tragic. Tragic. It's still tragic.

to the thirteenth day. All the tribes add up the dead monks. More than 100,000 people. With the blood of these 100,000 people on the land of the Sword Spirit Tribe. turned into a river. With the souls of these 100,000 monks. In the sky above the Sword Spirit Tribe. Turned into a hideous face.

Among the hideous faces. The faces of these 100,000 monks are revealed. They roared. They roared. They struggled. They are ruthless. They are unwilling.

The wind is gusting. Angry.

In this thirteen-day period. The power that erupted from the Sword Spirit Tribe. It really shocked all the tribes. It seemed to them that it was such a simple battle to exterminate the race. It turned out to be more than ten days. And it's extremely difficult.

In these thirteen days. The Sword Spirit Tribe has always only relied on those formations to face the battle. That is, because of these formations. Let the time of this war seem to be stretched very long. Although the Sword Spirit Tribe suffered heavy losses. But at this point. Their true power has not yet been mobilized.

The unimaginable strength of the Sword Spirit Tribe has made it seem that they are deliberately delaying the way of playing. Let the other tribes smell danger. The Sword Spirit Tribe used the Heaven and Earth Great Array to trap everyone in it. And not a decisive battle. It's a deliberate delay in time. They...... What is waiting for.

The leaders of the three major tribes are at this moment. They all noticed something unusual. Finally, fifteen days into the war. The three tribes finally decided to fight quickly. The battlefield of the moment. Finally, there are many yuan baby masters to join.

With the sound of a low horn coming from most of the golden chariots. With a wave of the middle-aged man's big hand. The Yuan Infant Master of the Jinling Tribe. All sorted.

Most of the wood spirits. This is true for most of the earth spirits. All the Yuan Infant masters. Shoot in unison. A powerful aura emanated from them. Directly above this heaven and earth. A whirlpool of hundreds was set off. Each exudes magical powers. Bombarded towards the Sword Spirit Tribe.

The sword spirit tribe at this moment. Most of the formations were destroyed. Most of the area. All have been occupied. Even though the entire tribe relied on the support of that formation and deliberately avoided the battle. One hundred thousand Sword Spirit Tribe disciples at this moment. There are less than 10,000 left.

They suffered heavy losses. But they persevered. It was supposed to be a battle with a mantis arm as a car. It turned out to be a tug-of-war that lasted for fifteen days.

The Sword Spirit Tribe at this time. All four major directions have been breached. Under the fierce attack of several major tribes. They are losing ground and retreating. Constantly narrowing the scope. So much so that at this moment. The only place they had left was this holy mountain in their mouths. It's also a resource that other tribes want to get.

Except for the big array outside that tribe. The former anti-encirclement circle of the Sword Spirit Tribe has long since disappeared. All the remaining monks of the tribe gathered together. The remaining 10,000 people retreated to the holy mountain.

Over here. It's the place they end up guarding. This is the place where they will fight to the death. This is where the former Sword Spirit Tribe appeared. There's their forbidden place here. This is where their hope lies.

Several major tribes have surrounded this sacred mountain. The water is impassable. All the Sword Spirit Tribe disciples had heavy faces at the moment. Look at the sky. In front of them. It is the light curtain that the last formation exists. They know. When this formation was broken. It is the one who will come to the decisive battle. It is the day when I fight to the death. It is the day when the life and death of the Sword Spirit Tribe will be destroyed.

The hideousness and blood on the faces of every Sword Spirit Tribe disciple. It's all a bloody battle to the death word. Perseverance is written on their faces. Crazy is written. It is written decisively. It is written that it is incumbent upon us to defend our homeland.

But that's it. In the eyes of the monks of the other tribes. In the end, it just turned into a word. That's the dead word. In their opinion. The cultivation of the Sword Spirit Tribe. They all already have the heart of death.

Sword Spirit Tribe. Death.

Maybe...... What they saw was right. But what they didn't see was. On the faces of the disciples of each Sword Spirit Tribe. There is also the word hope.

Even if they know it in their hearts. Maybe after this time. The Sword Spirit Tribe no longer exists. I also cease to exist. Or maybe the sword soul that could save them didn't exist at all. Even if they are at the moment. It is already completely surrounded by these major tribes.

But they still looked back at the holy mountain from time to time. Looking at the place where their life and death were placed.

There. It's their hope.

They still believe it. As long as the sword soul comes out. All crises will be solved. Be the first to update

Outside the Holy Mountain. Most of the Golden Spirit. The most eye-catching thing is the huge golden chariot. The chariot of the moment. After all, it is revealing its original face. The golden curtain has been lifted. A few of them with cruel smiles were revealed.

One of them. The cultivation is not high. It can be the most eye-catching. A golden robe. His eyes radiated with wisdom. Person. Most of Jin Ling's Tianjiao. The son of the patriarch of the Jinling tribe. The commander of the Sword Spirit Tribe this time. Jin Yi.

Next to Kim Yi. It was a couple of monks in gray robes. The cultivation of terror is coercive. Spread out. Makes the void distort.

"Sword Spirit Tribe. Will Mofil still have to resist until now? The Sword Spirit Tribe is destroyed. Overwhelming. "At the moment when the golden chariot lifted the curtain. The body of Jin Yi immediately floated up. Appears on top of the Golden Chariot. He smiled cruelly at the cultivators of the Sword Spirit Tribe. Speak slowly.

"Sword Spirit Tribe. He will die today. ”

At the moment when Jin Yi spoke. From another part of the Holy Mountain. The place where most of the wood spirits are located. There was also a voice.

But see in the place where the great tree is. Suddenly, a figure flew out. A white dress is better than snow. Slowly, a young man appeared. This man has a beautiful face. Very handsome. It doesn't seem to be stained with red dust. No fireworks.

But on this seemingly beautiful face. But it always has a cruel and ruthless color that can make people's hearts chill. His figure appeared in most of the wood spirits. Cold opening.

Most of this person's wood spirits are arrogant. The only son of the ancestor of the Divine Realm. Wood without a soul. Participate in this battle of extermination in the name of experience.

"Fellow Daoists of the Sword Spirit Tribe. Surrender. ”

It is also the place where most of the earth spirits are located at this moment. Suddenly, there was a surge of sand. The moment when a gust of wind swept up the sandstorm. It turned into a whirlpool of sand. From the whirlpool. Slowly, a figure appeared.

A good-looking woman. Walk out of the whirlpool of sand and soil. Her clothes. It's all made of sand. Although the color is single. You can wear it on this woman. It turned out to give her a touch of more mystery and beauty. It was as if this person was formed by the sand.

As soon as she appeared. It immediately caused a sensation among several major tribes. There was a constant stream of chatter and exclamations.

"Lan girl. ”

"Legend has it that the ancestors of most of the earth spirits are demon clans. Sand and dirt become demons. Later, he became an immortal and changed his physique. Most of the earth spirits were built. Legend has it that this woman is the closest to his ancestor's bloodline in most of the earth spirits for thousands of years. It is the most of its earth spirit who have been atavistic and enlightened in the past thousand years. ”

"The daughter of the first master of the desert. One of the young generation masters of the desert. ”

Exclamations of surprise erupted from the crowd. Only Jin Yi, who had most of the golden spirits, glanced at Lan Nu. His eyes flashed. A subtle smile was revealed.

Mu Wuling's expression was cold, and he swept the Lan Nu slightly. The corners of his mouth curled. There seems to be disdain.

After a brief exclamation. Everyone's eyes fell on the sword spirit tribe on this holy mountain again.

There was cruelty in their eyes. Smile. Seems to be waiting. Wait for the final decision of this sword spirit tribe. Everybody knows. The three who had just spoken were the ones who led the war. What they said. It represents their tribe. As for that tribal alliance. Even if they are not weak. It is also under the pressure of these three major tribes. lost its luster. No one noticed. From among them. No one stood up to speak.

Anyway. The decisions of the three tribes are theirs.

On the Holy Mountain. The patriarch of the Sword Spirit Tribe is an old man. Standing on top of the rock closest to the entrance to the forbidden land. He looked calm. Look ahead. Looking at the three major tribes.

Next to the patriarch. There were more than a dozen people around. The four elders of the Sword Spirit Tribe are among them. Their expressions were indifferent. Look into the distance. It seems like all this is saying to them. Make nothing of.

Under them. It is the remaining disciples of the Sword Spirit Tribe. They were pale. The figure is weak. After hearing the voices of several major tribes. Even more trembled. My heart was cold.

Their expressions changed. He looked at the patriarch on the stone. It seems to be waiting for his decision.

"War. Fight to the death. ”

After a long time. The patriarch took a deep breath. His eyes lit up. Reveal your wisdom. Then spit out the word. It's not loud. But in an instant, it turned into the sound of thunder. It reached everyone's ears. It became the final decision of the Sword Spirit Tribe.

War.

War.

War.

Fight to the death.

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