It was as if the void had been pierced, and the grand sound of shattering, like the remnants of the shattering of heaven and earth, came from the years.

"The big array has been broken, and the great mountain protection array of the Qingyang Sect's supreme defense has been blasted through!"

"Jian Liuyun is too powerful, so many feudal king realm powers have joined forces to bombard the mountain protection array, and they have been blasted by him alone, this is a supreme power!"

"Is Jian Liuyun already a saint? It's too powerful!"

"The war is about to begin, the Qingyang Sect is about to be destroyed, on the land of Donglin, the Sword Sect will be the only one in the future!"

“......”

Many exclaimed, surprised.

But most of their faces were instantly filled with excitement, as long as the Qingyang Sect was destroyed, Donglin would inevitably have a place for these sects.

This is the gaze of the standing line, related to the survival of countless forces, those who are the leaders instantly raise their heads, as if they have seen the collapse of the Qingyang Sect, they rush into the first-class forces, point out the country, scold Fang You, and bow down.

This will be a milestone battle, and it will also be a battle for them to raise their eyebrows, and the world will pay attention!

At the same time, in the main hall of the Qingyang Sect.

The shattering of the mountain protection array has become a fact, and the solemn meaning permeates the air, and the entire hall seems to be infused with countless heavy gravity in an instant, like the top of the mountain, and everyone's hearts are like pressing a big stone, heavy.

In the face of the moment of life and death, even with their hearts, it is inevitable that there will be fluctuations.

"It's finally broken, the sword flowing cloud is so terrifying, it can shatter the Qingyang Sect's Mountain Protection Array with the power of just one person!" the elders in the hall sighed with a shocked expression.

"I've been shrinking for so long, and I can finally go and fight with that group of grandsons, so what's the matter of survival, Dao Chang I have experienced the prosperity of the world in my life, and I have no regrets. ”

"For the first time in my life, I have been bullied so far, and I fought with them!"

"True person, my Zhengqi Sect is willing to be the vanguard, set off a monstrous killing, and use the majesty of the righteous heaven and earth!" Shi Boyun, the sect leader of the Zhengqi Sect, was filled with battle intent in his eyes, and there was an endless flame-like brilliance circulating in his eyes, the momentum was majestic and condensed, and the solemn atmosphere of the main hall seemed to be shattered in an instant, flying like a mirror.

What is reflected in the mirror is a fearless face, a scorching gaze, and a wisp of fighting intent rushing into the sky!

"I, the Hundred Flowers Sect, am also willing to live and die with Qingyang! Kill all the opponents to present my heroines, and I will dye the light veil with the blood of the enemy, and dye the heroic skirts of our red!"

Men's blood, when will it make the eyebrows!

"I am willing to live and die with Qingyang!"

Countless voices merged into one, rising mightily, rushing out of the sky, stirring between heaven and earth, the clouds shattered, the sky trembled, the stars shook, and the wind and clouds were disillusioned.

This is their pride as a super force, have you ever remembered, when they pushed the ancient Zhen Donglin and created a sect, they were full of pride! Do you remember the monstrous excitement that has shocked the enemy's courage and heroism for thousands of years!

Haoyang Zhenren was already in tears, his eyes swept over the figures, listening to the words of the mighty words between heaven and earth, as if he had seen the ups and downs of the sun and moon for thousands of years through the long river of time in a trance, as if he had returned to the battlefield where the soldiers danced wildly through thousands of years.

The battle spirit is immortal, and the inheritance continues!

Haoyang real people looked at the faces one by one, until they saw the last one, some of them were either unfamiliar, or some people had contradictions, but this no longer mattered.

Yes, there is nothing more terrifying than having one's homeland trampled on, in the face of which nothing matters anymore.

"Thank you, if we are not dead in this battle, we will get together again and drink!"

Haoyang Zhenren's eyes were crystal clear, with tears flashing, and the man had tears and flicked it, just because before he was moved, he bent down deeply at the people in the hall and bowed.

He is the master of the Qingyang Sect, his backbone, is the immortal inheritance of Qingyang, it has never been bent, but today, it is bent down, this is a tribute to the fighting spirit, but also a tribute to the future, although he doesn't know if he will have a future.

A cold wind suddenly blew between the heavens and the earth, and the dense dark clouds rolled in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and the cold wind whistled, adding to the slaughter.

Suddenly, there were white snowflakes fluttering in the air, and it was the end of autumn, and it was the first snow.

White and soft snowflakes have fluttered between the heavens and the earth, embellishing everything with silver, and after tonight, the heavens and the earth will inevitably become a sea of ice and snow, and they will be covered in silver as far as the eye can see.

But do they have a tomorrow?

Everyone felt a biting chill, but it was hard to compare with the sad desolation.

Although the ice and snow are cold, it is difficult to cool the blood!

"Everyone, let's go to war, may we still be able to see the sun of tomorrow, may God bless the green sun!" Haoyang Zhenren slowly straightened up, and his momentum soared in an instant, like a long fight, angrily pointing at the sky, that is the pride that heaven and earth can't hide, that is the edge that ice and snow are difficult to hide, the vast nine days, the void is locked, and it seems to look at each other through endless time and space and the sword flow clouds outside the mountain.

The realm of the king, the top of the king!

At this moment, everyone knew that the master of the Qingyang Sect, who had always been low-key, actually had the peak combat power of the king, and at this moment, the edge unfolded, like a scorching sun rising into the sky, dazzling and shining.

"Today's shame for us, he is bound to return to the Sword Sect a hundred times!" Haoyang Zhenren looked up to the sky and roared, his voice was like thunder, roaring for nine days, that was the strongest roar in life, and the roar of the top of the king was enough to shake people's hearts.

At the same time, Liu Yishou's eyes in the corner of the main hall also opened suddenly, the air seemed to be directly crushed at that moment, and a terrifying aura spread out, and the terrifying combat power was not weaker than Haoyang Zhenren at all.

The pinnacle of kings!

It's actually the top of the king!!

Qingyang Sect actually has the top of the two feudal kings, and such a terrifying combat power is enough to shock Donglin!!

In particular, no one knows what the background of the Qingyang Sect is, if it is sacrificed, is this battle not as difficult as imagined?!

However, those who knew that Liu Yi was guarding the zài frowned again and again, and finally Shi Boyun said in a trembling voice: "Senior Liu, you ......"

"Ahem......" Liu Yishou's expression was calm, as if he would not change color even if the sky fell, interrupting Shi Boyun's words, his cloudy eyes flashed with a shocking edge, his face was wrinkled, and his hoarse and desolate voice sounded slowly.

"The old man is the protector of the Qingyang Sect, he is in his twilight years, you don't need to care, if he makes some contributions in such a battle for survival, it will not be in vain for me to come to this time for this old bone, nor will it be in vain for the nurturing and teaching grace of the Qingyang Sect. ”

The voice was desolate and sad, as if there was melancholy and sadness, but it was still difficult to hide the freedom in it.

"When I was born, the sun was prosperous, and I was helpless in troubled times. I am willing to be full of blood and swear to live and die together with Qingyang. A tragic song of war and chaos, the monstrous beacon fire hooks the killing machine...... "Although his eyes are cloudy and seem to be old, but in the words that come carefully, there is endless war intent, like a desolate and tragic funeral song, and like a sad and decisive war song!

It seems to be singing about his life, the sorrow between heaven and earth seems to be condensed in the voice, the day when the sun is falling, the morning with a light veil of mist, is like yesterday.

This song is like the last swan song of his life, because this chant is to exhaust the pride of his life and the glory of life.

Everyone knows that he burned his life in exchange for the combat power of the top of the king, he is the protector of the Qingyang Sect, and he swears to live and die together with Qingyang!

Liu Yi guarded the power of the gods, the old body seemed to contain earth-shattering power, and the vast coercion covered the heavens, faintly shocking the eyes of Haoyang Zhenren, and the sword flowing clouds were far away.

He stepped into the air, his steps fell, the void shook countless ripples, and he killed it alone, he wanted to buy time for everyone, his opponent would only be Sword Liuyun, the sword Liuyun who was amazing and brilliant thousands of years ago!

It seems that he only hates not being born a thousand years early, and in that era when the strong are rising, a clear and clear sky will be killed.

This is the collision of the top of the king, and it is also a duel across time and space.

"Boom!"

The void trembled, Liu Yishou stepped out of Qingyang, alone against the enemy, his clothes hunted with the wind, as if entering a no-man's land.

"Liu Yishou, you old horseman......" Pingsha Ancestor wanted to say something, but Liu Yishou's gaze had already swept over, as if the fairy king was surveying the sky, tearing the space out.

His right hand was still holding a piece of space fragment, and his left hand smashed out, and the boundless murderous anger rolled out, forcibly blocking the words of Pingsha Ancestor.

"Life burns, the top of the king?!madman, you are crazy!"

Pingsha Ancestor retreated sharply, not daring to compete with it, the big hand slapped down, the void shattered, countless Sword Sect disciples spilled blood from their mouths and noses, and those who were close directly turned into blood and mud, dyed red and white snow.

The blood was pale and piercing.

Jian Wuchen was behind Pingsha Ancestor, seeing this scene, his anger burned, and he flicked his sword to the sky, turning into a shocking sword and killing, and the sword qi was surging and amazing.

"Boom!"

Liu Yishou was not afraid at all, and his wrinkled face was full of ancient wells, and he threw out the space fragments in his right hand, like a majestic mountain smashing down, shaking the earth.

Jian Wuchen's face turned pale, and he was repelled by a single blow, and even the power of the law that locked the space was torn apart.

Liu Yishou, who burned his life, was so strong that he killed himself into the enemy camp, like a wolf into a flock, but also like entering a no-man's land, no one could stop him, and his divine might was astonishing, and between the waves of his hand, countless enemies were annihilated, and blood stained Qingyang Mountain.

The snow is flying in the sky, and the cold wind is like a knife, but it can't sweep away the blood, but it can't kill the war spirit.

The blood burned, when he was old, just to save this era.

The fighting spirit is soaring, after hundreds of years of silence, just to fight for a bright future.

The sword Wuchen's eyes shone brightly, and he waved his hand to shoot the sword and hit Liu Yishou's body, and its voice rolled like thunder, and it sounded coldly.

"Your opponent is me!"