Xu Shuo was directly bombarded by a blazing sword energy, leaving a bloody rain in the air. He endured the severe pain and roared angrily: "Mo family disciples, protect the formation with all their strength!"

For a moment, Mohist disciples rushed over from all directions, including two of them, and almost all of them were in the middle fifth realms. Without hesitation, everyone slashed directly at Gu Yanshu with their swords.

"Hey!"

Gu Yanshu sneered. The next moment, the sword light of Xunlu Sword soared into the sky, and white deer magic surging in the sky. The murderous aura of Xunlu Sword was so heavy that it triggered the celestial phenomena. In the blink of an eye, countless Mohist monks were killed.

"Baizhi!"

Lin Zhao tried hard to save Shi Zhi, but found that Shi Zhi's left arm was naked and exposed, and his flesh and blood evaporated. One arm was almost impossible to save. He had already reached the verge of a decline. In this battle, Shi Zhi had shattered five demon soul swords by Gu Yanshu, and his cultivation foundation was greatly damaged. If it weren't for her relatively stable peak at the twelve level, she might have fallen.

Without thinking, Lin Zhao took out a few gold coins and squeezed out the tender golden aura, which dripped onto Fengzhi's wounds. The rich aura suddenly flowed. Although it could not completely heal the wounds, it at least made Fengzhi's flesh and blood evaporated by the sword energy regained its vitality.

"grown ups……"

Wu Zhi lay in Lin Zhao's arms, tears in her eyes: "I'm really useless..."

"alright."

Lin Zhao frowned and looked into the distance.

On the lake, a familiar figure walked over, wearing a long black dress, with a slim figure and a beautiful face. It was Shi Jungang. At this time, Shi Jungang had the beauty of Wang Yue and his smile was quite sinister. He looked at Lin Zhao and Fengzhi who had almost lost their combat power, and then looked at Gu Yanshu, who was killing a group of Mo family monks, and couldn't help but smile and said, "It's time to end."

As she said that, Shi Jungang raised his long sleeves to cover his face, took out a natal fang from his mouth, and crushed it directly the next moment. The fangs suddenly turned into a red flame. Without thinking, she raised her hand and threw the red flame at the Sun, Moon, Water and Fire Stick, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Man Yuan, although you have died, you will not leave nothing in the treasure, right?"

For a moment, using Shi Jungang's natal fang as a sacrificial refining guide, the demonic energy and flame power in the Sun, Moon, Water and Fire Sticks surged, and strands of blazing flames flew. In a blink of an eye, a figure condensed on the tip of the stick, wearing armor, and a fire-red cloak flew behind him, and the flames were swirling around him. It was a wisp of the residual soul of the Thirteenth Realm Demon King Man Yuan!

The thirteenth realm of Man Yuan is extraordinary, and it is the thirteenth realm that can fight against the thirteenth realm master!

"Not good!"

On the lake, Xu Shuo, who had already fallen into the eleventh realm, roared with a long sword and rushed over. In an instant, the sword lights in the sky covered the sky, and he wanted to kill the remaining soul of the demon king Man Yuan as soon as possible.

"What are you?"

The eyes of the remnant soul were filled with anger, and his right hand suddenly opened up to the sky. A stick soul surrounded by flames suddenly raised up, shattering all the sword energy in the sky in the sky, and then sent out the tip of the stick and landed hard on Xu Shuo's body. Straws of blazing true fire spread along the stick, igniting Xu Shuo's whole body.

"Second Brother Xu!"

Lin Zhao put down Wu Zhi and rushed to Xu Shuo with one step. Zhan Lu swept his sword and killed the immortal. Suddenly, a transcendent sword intent rolled past, smashing all the fire power left by the remaining soul of Man Yuan, and he was burned to only 20% of the blood left. When Lin Zhao looked back, he saw Xu Shuo's whole body was in fire, his realm was swept away, and in an instant he had fallen back to the middle fifth realm. After turning into a ten-level sword cultivator, the remaining flames on his body gradually faded out.

Xu Shuo suffered the most in this battle!

"Lin Baiyi!"

Man Yuan's remnant soul squatted on the tip of the stick, his eyes were full of sinisterness, and he sneered: "You were not worthy of fighting with me at the beginning, but now the opportunity is here, let me die immediately!"

As he said that, Man Yuan waved it with a stick and rolled the flames of anime.

At this time, Lin Zhao hurriedly knocked down a bottle of life potion, and could only rely on the flying sword Haoran's bright nature, the protective sword aura and the golden armored fairy clothes to block the remnant soul of Man Yuan. If he could not stop it, he would have to die. As for the invincible stunt, he would not be willing to use it at all. Although Man Yuan appeared, it was only a remnant soul. What was even more terrifying than him was Gu Yanshu of the twelve realms!

...

But at this moment, a figure suddenly drifted over the lake water like smoke, and then a powerful punch was handed out, shaking a wisp of blazing out of Man Yuan. The figure was wearing a woman's short shirt and wearing a clean and neat bun. It was Yu Wanning, a martial artist in the eleventh realm!

"Yu Wanning!"

Lin Zhao recognized it at a glance.

"Um."

Yu Wanning didn't look back, just nodded softly: "Lin Zhao, I'm sorry, I'm late... Actually, it's mainly because Gu Yanshu is here, I don't dare to punch, but now I can't force myself, so I can only punch."

"careful!"

"Um!"

The next moment, Man Yuan's remnant soul laughed. As soon as he stepped on his feet, a strand of flames pulled the stick along his feet, and in a blink of an eye, the real body of the remnant soul rose up by hundreds of feet. Yu Wanning naturally knew how powerful it was. His body sank, his legs bent, and he rose directly to the ground. His whole body was covered with the majestic fist intent, and he kept diving down from the air, and his punches fell together with the attack of Man Yuan's remnant soul.

In a blink of an eye, Yu Wanning's arms were already covered in blood, and the soul power of Man Yuan's remnant soul was also attacked by the fist and was constantly fading, but it seemed that it was impossible to decide the winner in a short time.

Lin Zhao protected Wuzhi and stood on the lake with a complex expression.

...

In the distance, a lake water soared into the sky. Fu Sheng's Dharma body appeared. It was a huge deer demon. The deer antler had pierced through one of Huang Tingyu's arm and rushed out of the water. He threw Huang Tingyu's huge Dharma body on the surface of the lake. At the same time, Fu Sheng's real body sank and slashed Huang Tingyu's chest with a carving knife. It slashed so hard that his flesh and blood were blooming, and his ribs were exposed. When he suffered such severe pain, Huang Tingyu became more and more manic. His body leaned back and his long sword was handed out and he stabbed on Fu Sheng's back. Then dozens of flying swords rushed past, shattering all the golden deer antlers of the deer demon's magic image.

At this time, Huang Tingyu couldn't take care of himself, but his eyes looked in the direction of the Sun, Moon, Water and Fire Stick. Wei Zhi and Xu Shuo were already seriously injured. Yu Wanning was fighting to resist the remnant soul of Man Yuan, while Gu Yanshu was wantonly harming a group of Mo family sword cultivators. However, Huang Tingyu had no choice. He was now unable to protect himself. It was already quite difficult to be able to hold Fu Sheng's thirteen realms.

A few dozen miles away on the left, Long Dongjun's fist flowed all over his body, and he punched a eleventh realm dragon's head directly into blood rain. At the same time, his shoulders and legs were also hit by the opponent's sword. However, the rebirth realm martial artist was full of vitality and ignored this injury. This dragon was already the eighth demon clan eleventh realm killed by Long Dongjun. The opponent's eleventh realm was endless, and he trapped Long Dongjun, the rebirth realm martial artist here.

After he punched the water curtain, he looked into the distance, and could not help the battlefield where Wu Zhi, Xu Shuo, Yu Wanning, and Lin Zhao were. In fact, Long Dongjun really wanted to meet Gu Yanshu holding the Deer Sword for a while. Unfortunately, more than ten extremely vicious demon clans were desperately besieging him, and Long Dongjun could no longer take action.

Further away, the two battlefields continued to rise on the lake. Xie Yiying held a long sword in her hand, her sword intent was swirling around her, and her arms were covered with blood. She was slightly injured. The eleventh-level white snake named Baixi was almost stained with blood in her white dress, and the sword in her hand was also missing a lot. However, her water magic was really powerful and she always entangled with Xie Yiying. Otherwise, Xie Yiying would have rushed to the battlefield of the Sun, Moon, Water, Fire Sticks, so how could that young and beautiful eleventh-level female warrior face the powerful remnant soul of Man Yuan?

On the side, Xiao Muhan was covered with sword energy and suddenly collided on the demon field of the Green Snake Green Sword, knocking Qing Jian all over his body with sword marks, but the Green Snake's body was extremely powerful, twisting its flexible waist, climbing to Xiao Muhan's waist, and approaching him in a blink of an eye, opening his mouth and showing his poisonous fangs and biting his neck.

Xiao Muhan sneered, and a flying sword penetrated his skin and directly penetrated into the other party's mouth. Qing Jian exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly bit the flying sword. The tongue had been broken by the flying sword. He was immediately angry and vomited blood. While spitting blood, he slapped Xiao Muhan's protective sword aura, shaking him backwards.

Xiao Muhan frowned, and he couldn't make a hurry for a while. Both the white snake and the green snake were quite tricky!

Further away, the sword light was surging.

Su Qingjiu radiated starlight with Lingxi, and under the fierce attack, he cut Nan Qingfeng, all over the Thirteenth Realm, so that Nan Qingfeng had to protect his body with his natal wing feathers, otherwise he would probably die under Su Qingjiu's sword. In fact, Nan Qingfeng himself is a master of swordsmanship on the ancestral mountain of the demon clan. Unfortunately, he encountered Su Qingjiu, a disciple of Lin Qing'er, and was suppressed in swordsmanship. Once his strengths were suppressed, he would have no advantage on the whole and could only barely support him.

Su Yuejiu kept looking at the battlefield on Lin Zhao, but she was still helpless.

...

Above the sky, a map of mountains, rivers and the country is swaying in the wind, and no one can approach it. On the map of mountains, rivers and the country is a painting of ink painting. In the painting, Wei Huarou, a Taoist fairy in a long blue dress waved his long sword and resisted the four great monsters of the demon clan alone. In the scroll, Yu Nu, Ning Yuansheng, Long Zheng, and Feng Quan each had more or less injuries on his body, especially Feng Quan, which was like fishing out of blood. One leg was cut to the point where only bones were left, but he was still rushing to death. If it weren't for him, Ning Yuansheng would be very uncomfortable.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the fierce attack of Man Yuan's remnant soul directly hit Yu Wanning so hard that he spitted blood and fell into the water. Then, Man Yuan's remnant soul's huge body held the Sun, Moon, Water and Fire Stick, and laughed: "Get me up, who else is worthy of your master besides me in this world!?"

For a moment, a whole stick of sun, moon, water and fire was pulled out, and even the tail of the stick left the lake.
Chapter completed!