"Baizhi..."

Lin Zhao suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Look carefully, is there any movement on the demon clan's military tent?"

"ah?"

Wu Zhi was stunned. The above five realms of water and moon were investigating the power of the sky. Sure enough, a large number of demon clan troops were coming down from Panyun Mountain. At this time, the vanguard team was almost reaching Jiuzhangyuan. She couldn't help but tremble and said, "More than 700,000 demon clans came out in full swing, are they coming for us?"

"Um."

Lin Zhao frowned and said, "My premonition is indeed correct. Shi Jungang is unwilling to fail and makes a comeback! He immediately ordered the Snowy Tianchi Lake to enter a state of alert and fight with all his strength! In addition, order the Dragon Boat to prepare for the war!"

"yes!"

Soon after, the sound of the horns stirred up on the Snowy Tianchi Lake, so that Leng Yan, who was leveling outside, looked back and flew towards the Snowy Tianchi Lake with his weapons. At the foot of the mountain, they met a group of people from the Canglong Guild, riding a war horse for a lifetime, holding a sword blade, and said with a confused look on his face: "What's wrong, the sound of the horns of the Snowy Tianchi Lake... is going to start a war?"

"Um."

Shen Xingchen said: "Most of the demon clan is going to attack the mountain."

"Depend on……"

A berserker commander of the Canglong Guild clenched his fist and smiled: "It's interesting to meet the demon clan attacking the mountain as soon as he comes... Boss, let's not leave at the foot of the mountain. This is the front line of the enemy. We can make a lot of money here!"

"Um!"

Yi Sheng nodded with a desolate smile: "Shen Xingchen, Leng Yan, don't go up the mountain, just brush monsters at the foot of the mountain. If Lin Zhao really wants to command the mountain to guard the mountain, he may come here too. It just so happens that I lack long-range output here, why don't I... form a team?"

"OK."

Leng Yan nodded with a smile.

Not long after, dense army of demon clans appeared in sight, and a sword-track restriction rose from the snowy Tianchi Lake to protect the mountains. It was the Juque umbrella formation sacrificed by Wu Zhi. Mu Ju, Chen Feng and others had led the snowy cavalry all the way down the mountain, lined up behind the formation at the foot of the mountain to meet the enemy. Rows of bows and crossbows and spears pointed at the north, and a scene filled with murderous aura.

...

In the Sword Washing River, the moonlight shone on the river, and the silver light sparkled. In the palace of Jiangshen Niangniang deep at the bottom of the river, a golden light shone brightly. Soon after, Lin Xingchu appeared on the surface of the river wearing golden armor and dragged a long golden cloak. He held a golden sword in his right hand, and looked towards the northwest with his beautiful eyes. There, a golden light was dragging in.

The thirteenth level of great demon, Ning Yuansheng!

"Buzz!"

The air in the entire sky was instantly pressed to an almost twisted level, and the stars in the sky seemed to disappear. The next second, Ning Yuansheng turned sideways and shot down. In his hand, a fairy-grade blood-crying fan wrapped in the sky, smashing heavily at the Xijianjiang River with the demonic aura. Lin Xingchu got up and instantly sacrificed a golden magic body dozens of feet high. The sword light was sent, and the tip of the sword was pressed against the fan bone of the blood-crying fan.

In an instant, the entire river of the Sword River almost stopped flowing, and a magnificent golden air flow was stirred up by Lin Xingchu's Dharma body as the center. Ning Yuansheng's attack was all endured by the entire Sword River, and Lin Xingchu's sword made Ning Yuansheng's body hang upside down, and the blood-colored robe on his body opened, constantly dissolving, and removing the rich sword energy.

“…”

Ning Yuansheng frowned. Looking at the entire demon clan's ancestral mountain, Ning Yuansheng is at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm. Except for the demon clan, he is almost the first person, and even Nan Qingfeng's strength is inferior. However, Ning Yuansheng was blocked by Lin Xingchu with the attack of the great luck of the demon clan's ancestral mountain, and was slightly disadvantaged.

It can be seen that the legend of Lin Xingchu standing in the Fourteenth realm of Xijianjiang is true!

None of the Thirteenth Realm of the Demon Clan can defeat Lin Xingchu on the Sword River, which is almost inevitable.

However, Ning Yuansheng did not intend to kill Lin Xingchu, but just dragged it down. So he shook his blood and let out a low roar like thunder, and fell down again with the weather. He opened his left hand and a lion claw fell in the air, carrying a rich demonic aura, which almost instantly pressed the river water under Lin Xingchu's feet into a huge vortex. The power of this hand lies in the fact that it can allow Lin Xingchu's Dharma body to leave the river water and escape the involvement of the great fortune of the Dao.

Lin Xingchu narrowed his beautiful eyes and couldn't help but smile. He had long heard that Ning Yuansheng, the head of the four great guardians of the demon clan's ancestral mountain, had a nine-headed lion. He comprehended the wild heavenly way of the demon clan. He could understand the mystery of life and death, and even trigger a person's end. The disaster came early. Therefore, many great monks of the human race at the fifth level faced Ning Yuansheng for so many years, died inexplicably. In fact, it was just that Ning Yuansheng's means of the death period was dragged to come early.

Now, Ning Yuansheng's lion claw magic image is undoubtedly filled with the rich mystery of the wild heavenly way. It seems to be a test, but in fact it has quietly triggered Lin Xingchu's disaster to come early.

Unfortunately, he still thought it was too simple. The cloak behind Lin Xingchu dragged the entire road of the Jianshe River. So what if he didn't touch the river? It was no difference when he was on the Jianshe River. When he cut out with one sword, it caused a stir. The sword light wrapped around countless water movements and shattered the opponent's lion claw technique, and at the same time, he gave Ning Yuansheng an additional sword!

"Um?!"

Ning Yuansheng shook slightly. His natal magical power seemed useless to Lin Xingchu, the god of landscape, so he immediately waved the blood-washing fan to shake Lin Xingchu's sword energy. At the same time, his body twisted and used a golden nine-headed lion magic to step on both sides of the Sword River, causing a continuous roar of lions, causing a turbulent wave!

Lin Xingchu saw the move and dragged the water transport of the entire river. More than ten swords in succession broke Ning Yuansheng's natal method and retreated step by step. Even the nine-headed lion's Dharma body was cracked.

"laugh!"

In the air, a flame suddenly broke through the clouds and rushed straight towards Lin Xingchu's back.

Lin Xingchu didn't even look at it, and directly sacrificed a water barrier, blocking the blast of flames. At the same time, a figure fell from the sky. It was an old Taoist wearing a fiery red Taoist robe holding an immortal whisk in his hand. It was the twelve-level cultivator Beixuan Zhenjun of the Jingmei clan, and his original appearance was a flaming maple that had achieved enlightenment.

"There is the Tao that yin and yang are born together, and water and fire are blended."

The true Lord Beixuan stood in the wind and laughed: "Today I just want to see if my fire can destroy the water of the Empress Jiang Shen!"

As he said that, he clasped his fists at Ning Yuansheng in the distance and smiled: "Fellow Daoist Jiuling, it's been a long time since."

Ning Yuansheng sneered: "What are you doing when you say so much? Do it and smash her golden body!"

"Just to my wish!"

For a moment, the sky in the Xijian River changed, and a demon clan peaked at the thirteenth level and a twelve-level spirit, joined forces to kill Lin Xingchu!

...

Fusu Great Wall.

A beautiful woman in white dressed in snow was sitting on the top of the city, pinching pieces of five-spice beef from the plate held by Qin Ran, and threw it into her mouth. With a sip of strong wine, it was really unique, but in an instant, she suddenly stood up and found that there was a strong demonic atmosphere in both directions of the Snowy Tianchi and Xijianjiang.

Who should I save first? Lin Zhao or Lin Xingchu?

She hesitated for half a second, of course she saved Lin Zhao first!

"Auntie, go!"

Lin Wanhua left with her sword, and her beautiful figure turned into a sword light and rushed straight towards the Snowy Land Tianchi Lake. She had already flew hundreds of miles in just a few breaths. But just when she had almost seen the Snowy Land Tianchi Lake, she saw a ray of blazing sword light falling from the sky, slashing dozens of miles from east to west, rushing Lin Wanhua to the Snowy Land Tianchi Lake.

A figure lifted a sword and stepped out of the clouds. He was graceful, wearing a long blue dress, with a smile on his pretty face, and said, "Lord Lin, we haven't decided the winner last time. Don't rush to save people, how about life and death?"

Lin Wanhua held the long sword, narrowed her beautiful eyes, and smiled and said, "You are worthy of it?"

At this moment, Lin Wanhua really wished she could enter the Thirteenth realm directly. Her swordsmanship, sword intent, and sword skills were enough to support her in breaking the realm. Once she entered the Thirteenth realm, killing this dragon zheng would seem too simple. The twenty swords would definitely make her body and head different from each other, but Lin Wanhua had to take the overall situation into consideration. After all, she was the lord of the Great Wall of Fusu, not a little girl who walked around the world with her sword. If that were the case, it would be great.

"She is not worthy?"

Another person fell in the wind, wearing a green robe, holding a spear refined by the real dragon spine. It was Lu Wu, a great demon who had returned to the twelve realms. He narrowed his eyes, with a burning murderous intent in his eyes, and smiled: "In addition, Lu Wu, are you worthy of your Lin Wanhua's opponent?"

"By barely."

Lin Wanhua smiled slightly, and without saying a word, he picked up the sword and slashed it. In fact, there is nothing to say. Fusu Great Wall and the demon clan are born and mortal enemies. If you have anything to say, you will finish it first. Moreover, Lin Wanhua has reached a bottleneck in his sword refining recently. He really needs two powerful twelve realms to help him hone his sword skills. These two peak monsters at the twelve realms are just right!

Long Zheng is the peak sword cultivator of the twelve realms, while Lu Jun was once at the thirteenth realm. After all, the great monk of the demon clan who had been lingering in the Ascension Realm for a hundred years must be stronger than the twelve realms of other demon clans. Therefore, these two people are Lin Wanhua's best whetstones, so after they appeared, Lin Wanhua was not only fearless, but even felt a little happy.

"laugh!"

A wisp of sword light separated in two halves, one sword was given to Long Zheng, and one sword was given to Lu Jun.

Her Lin Wanhua's swordsmanship is strong when she meets strong!

...

Snowy Tianchi.

Lin Zhao, Wu Zhi, and Chu Yu stood on the cliff of Beishan, overlooking the battlefield. At the foot of the mountain, the two sides were already fighting together. The crossbow arrow formation in the snowy Tianchi continued to rage, shooting over groups of demons. Shen Xingchen, Leng Yan, Yi Shi Cangliang and other players also joined the battle. Although due to the small number of people, the influence on the entire battlefield was extremely small, it was better than nothing.

However, the threat is far more than the 700,000 demon clan army tent.
Chapter completed!