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The night was deep, the blood-like light of fire reflected on the earth, and the silent fields were boiling and trembling.

On a small dirt slope in the middle of nowhere, Tuli stood silently like a stone statue carved from granite, staring at the fierce battle in the distance, a pair of thick black eyebrows like unsheathed knives wrinkled unconsciously, and muttered to himself: "Strange, why can Li Yuanba and Muto Lanzi be completely unaffected by the Secret Moon Dream Knife?"

"Because Li Yuanba was struck by the thunder of heavenly punishment, his life was washed by the immortal qi and wisdom, and he was not afraid of the erosion of demonic intent at all. ”

By Tuli's side, there was a girl with a light veil on her face, and she replied softly: "Muto Lanzi's situation is slightly different, she was seduced by the Chu Mei singer, and her mind was chaotic with her seven orifices, and she would not perceive the invasion of demonic intent. ”

Tu Li suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "There is a chance that the people of the Secret Moon Demon Sect will be buried in the wilderness tonight, and I am afraid that Matsushima Nanako will not escape the catastrophe." It's a pity that I can only hide from a distance, otherwise I really want to go down and have a good time. ”

As he spoke, the situation of the Mystic Moon Demon Sect was already precarious, and defeat was imminent. The new Blood Moon King was slapped by Zhong Shanzhuang and vomited blood and flew to death, and the Charm Moon King was covered in blood and pounced like crazy, but he was entangled by Ye Fashan and couldn't get out, and his moves gradually scattered under the agitation of the mood, and he couldn't last long.

More than thirty elite masters of the Secret Moon Demon Sect have already died in battle, and the rest are all injured and exhausted. The huge numerical disadvantage made them see no possibility of victory at all, and even breaking through and escaping for their lives was an extravagant hope.

Changsun Sheng and Nanako Matsushima fought fiercely for more than 50 faces, and they couldn't tell the difference between winning and losing for the time being. But this is only the situation between the two, if you look at the whole battle situation, as long as Changsun Sheng is undefeated, he can firmly become the winner of the most difficult situation.

Xuanji Zhenren was on the side to press the formation for Changsun Sheng, after all, he was a righteous elder with a head and a face, and he did not step forward to join forces. But as long as he stood there, it was an invisible and great restraint and pressure on Nanako Matsushima, forcing her to at least distract herself from her defense.

Perhaps thinking that the suspense of this vicious battle between the demons had been lost, and that he could only see it from a distance, Tu Li turned his head and suggested to the masked girl: "Why don't we go to the White Horse Temple?"

The masked girl was just about to answer, but a cold light flashed in her eyes, and her delicate body entered a state of imminent battle in an instant.

Almost at the same time, Tuli also noticed the strangeness of the Lingtai, and the feeling was very vague and subtle, as if something was gently brushing on his heart, like the wind and fog were elusive, and suddenly came and went faster.

His left hand involuntarily pressed the hilt of the knife, his body was like a male lion waiting for his prey, his eyes stared at the dark night sky in the west, and he said in a deep voice: "Just now, a supreme master scanned us with his spiritual sense. ”

In the night sky, there are occasional birds flying across the sky, and there is no figure in sight in the far and far silence.

The masked girl said lightly: "He didn't come at us. ”

Tuli nodded, agreeing with the masked girl's opinion. The question is, since this mysterious supreme master is not coming for them, where will he target?

In an instant, Tuli had an answer in his heart. He has always been calm and dignified, and shouted in a lost voice: "Wang Shichong!"

Above the clouds, a strange-looking middle-aged man in a dragon robe stepped out of the void without warning.

The vast night seemed to have become a weak curtain in his hand, and all the sword qi treasures were suddenly eclipsed under his feet, and even the crescent moon behind him was obscured by the dense clouds that had suddenly gathered.

It seems that he is not only the king of the world, but also the lord of the heavens, standing high in the clouds, quietly overlooking the battlefield on the ground with a gaze that makes people unable to say what it means. It seems that in his field of vision, the battle is not a top master of the two realms of righteousness and demons, but just two groups of ants fighting for their lives.

How can it make people feel this way?

The masked girl's eyebrows were like distant mountains, gently raised towards the sky, and then slowly fell back, looking at Wang Shichong who was high above in the distance, did not say anything, did nothing.

"Is it really Wang Shichong?" Tu Li whispered in a low voice, not so much asking the masked girl beside him as confiding in his inner shock.

As the plenipotentiary representative of the Turkic mission, he had close and face-to-face contact with Wang Shichong more than once. Although he had already received information and knew that Wang Shichong was a master, it was nothing more.

However, the scene in front of him suddenly subverted all his previous impressions of Wang Shichong, and even involuntarily sent out a slight throbbing in his heart.

He stared at Wang Shichong intently, and asked himself again and again, if he stood in front of this Emperor Zheng, would he still have the fighting spirit and courage to draw his sword and fight?

At this time, whether it was the righteous path masters of the Zhongnan and Qingcheng factions, or the disciples of the Secret Moon Demon Sect, they couldn't help but raise their eyes to look at Wang Shichong in the night sky.

Although the fierce fighting continued in full swing, the pace of the fight slowed down significantly, more often than not, as an almost instinctive reaction.

Everyone's minds were drawn to the man in the night sky, as if he were the center of the earth at this moment.

Suddenly, Wang Shichong's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Be careful!" Xuanji Zhenren shouted loudly, a ball of blue light erupted from his body and enveloped his body, and he lifted his sword into the air and shot out a series of Dao talismans one after another, trying to intercept Wang Shichong.

"Hmm-" Wang Shichong's figure reappeared, and he was only three feet away from the real person of Xuanji.

"Bang bang bang!" A cloud of purple and red Dao runes burst into flames, blasting towards Wang Shichong from all directions.

The mysterious real person roared, and the fairy sword in his hand magically moved out layers of clouds, and the clouds swirled around.

Wang Shichong stood motionless in front of the mysterious real person, without the slightest intention of reaching out to parry or dodging. He just stood, not even looking at the face of the mysterious real person, and his contempt and disdain for this righteous master were fully revealed.

Around him, a treacherous darkness suddenly appeared, silently looming, like a shattered mark of the void.

Something unbelievable happened, all the Dao runes that blasted at him were suddenly cut vertically into countless uniform and transparent slices, and then horizontally divided into strands, and finally disappeared in the void.

"Sonorous and sonorous!" Several trembling sounds sounded, and the fairy sword in the hand of the Xuanji real person seemed to be cut off inch by inch by inch at a speed clearly visible to the naked eye from front to back.

When the last inch of the blade was gone, the first piece of crimson flesh peeled off from his right hand.

Second, third, fourth...... It's obviously something that happened between lightning and fire, but for some reason, it feels extremely long, long enough for a croaking baby to grow old and go through life.

"Ahh

His form had fallen back sharply, and his speed had been exerted to the extreme. However, his right hand had completely disappeared, and the unseen terrifying sword was slashing down his right wrist inch by inch towards his arm.

Seeing this scene, a slight chill appeared in everyone's hearts, and it was really hard to imagine the pain that the mysterious real person endured.

Wang Shichong was still hanging, but the dark light around him was like a net of heaven and earth constantly expanding outward, and the speed was obviously faster than that of the real person.

"The devil looks at the sword!" "Senior brother, retreat!" The two elders of the Qingcheng Sword Sect were stunned, and rushed forward with their swords desperately. The brilliance of the twin swords was like two bright candles lit in the night, stabbing into the darkness with all their might.

Unexpectedly, the immortal swords of the two did not encounter any resistance, and they easily **** the terrifying Dao Heaven composed of dark light, and drove straight into Wang Shichong's chest and throat.

Suddenly, the two elders inexplicably stopped all their movements, and froze in mid-air as if they had been hit by a fixation spell, their eyes revealing fear, surprise, incomprehension, and anger......

As if they were dazzled, their bodies peeled off piece by piece like petals, dissipating in the wind in an instant.

"Senior brother!" Xuanji Zhenren was full of grief and anger, seeing that he could not break free from the shackles of Daotian, a decisive thought surged into his heart, and in the earth-shattering roar, the Yuan Shen went out of his body, and rushed to kill Wang Shichong with a sword desperately.

Wang Shichong still didn't look at the real person of Xuanji, just as this Qingcheng Sword Sect elder did not exist, his figure flashed and appeared in the center of the battlefield.

"Bo Bo Bo!" The bodies of the five masters of the Qingcheng and Zhongnan factions within a radius of ten zhang shattered like firecrackers, while the two Secret Moon Demon Sect members who were fighting with them were unharmed.

Wang Shichong didn't look at these dead righteous path masters, and moved towards Changsun Sheng.

"Protect the master!" I don't know who roared, and more than a dozen Qingcheng Sword Sect masters around Changsun Sheng coincidentally blocked in front of him, including Changsun Wuji.

Changsun Sheng changed his elegant image in the past, kicked the disciples who were blocking him one by one, and shouted angrily: "Get out, do you want me to have no face to see Master Zu?"

"Bang bang bang!" Without waiting for him to finish speaking, the figure of the row of Qingcheng Sword Sect disciples standing at the front evaporated like water vapor in the night.

Zhong Shanzhuang suddenly shouted: "Little junior brother, go quickly!" Then he sacrificed the Yuan Shen like a real person, and the Imperial Immortal Sword slammed into Wang Shichong as if he were dead.

"Senior brother!" Ye Fashan burst into tears, but he knew that now was not the time to be more afraid of death than anyone else.

Sometimes it takes more courage to choose to live than to die generously.

Without hesitation, he stretched out the dust and rolled up the eldest grandson Wuji, who was desperately blocking in front of the eldest grandson Sheng, and shouted to all the disciples of the Qingcheng and Zhongnan factions present without question: "Withdraw!"

Eldest Sun Sheng threw a grateful glance at Ye Fashan, and the light mist above his head surged and his spirit suddenly appeared.

He was the commander-in-chief of this operation, and he was also the only Mahayana-level master on his side, and the only one who had the strength to compete with Wang Shichong's Dao Heaven in a short period of time.

Therefore, he must stay, although he must die.

In this way, we can exchange more people's lives, and exchange for the chivalrous spirit of Qingcheng and Zhongnan, and the bloodline will continue.