The hands that penetrated the chest were bleeding, shaking out the white calluses, and the blood flowing down dyed Xuanzhi's entire arm red.

"you"

The Lord of the Four Poles suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were shocked and angry. He looked at the person he trusted in this life, but he never wanted to get a greater betrayal.

"Amazed?"

Xuanzhi sneered, stopped his hand and pulled out the white calluses, implicating the collapsed heart veins. A waterfall gushed with blood, completely dyeing the two of them.

The Four-Pole Realm Master's breathing rapidly and his breathing became more and more difficult. He stretched out his hand to grab the person in front of him. He was unwilling to accept it. How could this happen?

"Why, why do you betray me?"

The master of the Four Poles Realm quickly lost his expression. He didn't understand why, it was unreasonable, it was unreasonable!

The white cocoon was separated from the body, the heart veins were shattered, and the vitality of the four poles was rapidly dissipated. However, this unwillingness made him unwilling to close his eyes. Why did this happen?

"Lord, you are too careless. Have you never doubted that the people around you are no longer your loyal subordinate?"

A smile rose from the corner of Xuanzhi's mouth and said coldly that the original Holy Land Military Advisor had died under the calculations of the Marquis of Zhiming before the two realms were opened. The current Xuanzhi is Xuanzhi of the Eternal Night Divine Sect.

The black air rising all over the body kept swallowing the white cocoon in his hand. In a blink of an eye, the white cocoon entered his body and re-rooted under his heart veins.

"You are, you are!"

Looking at the black air gushing out in front of him, the pupils of the Four Poles Realm suddenly magnified, and finally it seemed like I remembered something. However, it was too late. I could no longer say the words in my mouth. My arms were weak and I drooped, and a generation of heroes passed away suddenly.

It's so ironic and sad that it was once dominating the side, but ended up in such a bleak end, which is a pity.

How many great achievements and great words are, now, just like the blood that has fallen into the soil, it will never come back.

Xuanzhi glanced at the fallen master of the Four Poles Realm, waved his hand, put away the jade of creation in heaven and earth, and immediately restrained the open moth wings behind him into his body.

In the village, the four people suddenly felt a powerful aura rising, and without any hesitation, they quickly moved closer to it.

In front of the broken house, the closest turbulent wind and dust arrived first. The rainbow knife slashed and cut open the entire broken house with one knife. But a blue figure rushed out, and the black air surged and left quickly.

The chaotic wind and dust were about to stop it, but in the wooden house, a four-pole realm master covered in blood, sat on the chair with his eyes open, with a hole in front of his chest extremely dazzling.

"Teacher...Master"

Although he had already realized, when he saw his master die with his own eyes, Luan Fengchen's heart shrank violently, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

At this moment, Ning Chen, Meng Xuanji, and Wangyou rushed to control him. Seeing the scene in front of him, his expression was shocked at the same time.

"Xuanzhi"

Ning Chen immediately reacted, his figure swept quickly, and immediately chased towards the distant aura.

There is no doubt that the Lord of the Four Poles Realm died from Xuanzhi's sneak attack, and even the white cocoon under his heart was taken away.

This white cocoon is a big disaster and must be eliminated. Moreover, there is something wrong with this mysterious knowledge, and the black gas is not right.

In front of the broken house, Wangyou looked at the miserable situation of the Four Poles Realm Lord in front of him, shook his head gently, stepped out his lotus steps, and chased him away.

No matter how many grudges and grudges were in danger during their lifetime, they had disappeared after their death. Meng Xuanji saw the scattered wind and dust beside her, sighed softly, and said nothing, and followed her with her.

"Master, I'm back home"

Luan Fengchen stepped forward and picked up the body of the Four Poles Realm, and silently headed towards the north.

In the territory of Daxia, Ning Chen chased Xuanzhi for thousands of miles, and the two of them were in front and behind, and they could not get closer.

"Marquis Zhiming, the Lord of the Four Poles Realm is dead, are you still unwilling to give up?" Xuan Zhi shouted in front of him.

"He is dead, but you are not dead. I can't sleep or eat." Ning Chen replied indifferently while chasing him.

"What should you do, you will let my life go?" Xuanzhi said in a deep voice.

"Let's stop talking about the withdrawal of troops in the Four Poles Realm. I can't refuse your life," Ning Chen said calmly.

Xuanzhi smiled coldly and said sarcastically, "Marquis Zhiming, do you think I will believe your nonsense? Once I stop, will I still have the fate to talk about it?"

"Haha, is this marquis so unreputable? Or are you so unconfident in yourself?" Ning Chen said lightly.

"Xuanzhi refused to deny the Marquis' reputation. However, it must be careful when it involves life," Xuanzhi responded.

The two people traveling northwest were getting faster and faster. After chasing for nearly an hour, Ning Chen looked at the figure ahead and his eyes flashed with a light. There was only one place to go in this direction.

Eternal Night God Cult!

However, before this, the Western Frontier Defense Line formed by the Wuhou of Daxia is also necessary.

With a turn of his palm, the snowflakes fell, and under the dim sky, the silver light shone brightly and rushed straight into the sky.

In the Black Water Army camp, the Marquis of Triumph looked at the rising aura in the southeast, and his eyes narrowed, which was Marquis of Zhiming.

At the same time, the Marquis of Taiping, Marquis of Ji Yu, and Marquis of Qinghe also saw the silver light rising into the sky, and their eyes immediately condensed.

The Eternal Night Divine Sect was not far away, and he let out a breath in Xuanzhi's heart. A majestic figure blocked the front. It was the Daxia Army God who was rushing to the scene, the Marquis of Triumph!

Xuanzhi's eyes shrank suddenly and he hurriedly changed direction, but it was too late.

The world was unsheathed, and the might of the great army swept the world. With one sword, the sky collapsed and the earth broke.

His life was threatened, and Xuanzhi no longer cared about hiding. Black air gushed out from all over his body, moth wings spread out from behind, and true energy condensed to block the moves of the Great Xia military god.

With a bang, blood spilled down, dyed red and blue clothes. Xuanzhi retreated more than ten feet, and vomited out a mouthful of vermilion red, unable to defeat the triumphal divine power.

The green bird sword light then arrived without leaving any room for power, forcing the soul to kill him.

Xuanzhi turned sideways and barely avoids the vital points, but saw the green bird passing by, a waterfall of blood splashing, and was traumatized again.

Seeing that his life was about to be imminent, Xuanzhi's jade of creation in his hand rushed into the sky, and dazzling four-color lights rose, just like a dragon in the sky, with its powerful power and trembling heaven and earth.

"The world appears in all four poles, and the creation brings smoke to the beacon"

The power of the four poles of water, fire, wind, thunder, and the origin of the four poles appeared. The divine weapon condensed into a sharp sword, blocking the green bird that came again and killed it.

Ning Chen's eyes condensed, and his left hand slashed by the love knife. The cold light was like lightning, and it reached his throat in an instant.

Xuanzhi retreated quickly, his hair hanging down, and he avoided the disaster dangerously.

The series of forced killings were forced without any gaps. The two mausoleums joined forces to kill the remaining evil.

At this time, Meng Xuanji, who was chasing behind, also rushed over. Looking at the three people fighting, although they did not take action, they stood on both sides and cut off their way out.

"Host, help"

Facing the endless cold light of swords, Xuanzhi was shocked and frightened, and shouted anxiously.

As the words fell, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and lightning and thunder, a series of shocking thunders came down from the sky and fell into the battle.

Ning Chen and Kaixuan Hou looked dark, and their swords raised, breaking the thunder of the angry sea.

"Two Wuhou, don't be fine"

The light purple light fur figure appeared in the sky, and then two powerful figures slowly walked, one was heroic and the other was cold, and the overwhelming aura spread, which was shocking.

The three palace masters of the Eternal Night Divine Sect appeared together, and the pressure brought by the great power was unprecedentedly terrifying.

Meng Xuanji, Wangyou's face also changed slightly, and she was in trouble.

Four to four, the trapped killing situation instantly broke the deadlock. Xuanzhi took advantage of the help of thunder and retreated ten feet, temporarily getting rid of the sword blockade.

"Marquis of Triumph, Marquis of Zhiming, and two guests from the Four Poles Realm, will you fight to the decisive battle today?" The leader of Yongye walked forward and said calmly.

Fighting or not becoming the most difficult choice in front of Ning Chen and Kaixuan Hou. Rationally speaking, this chance of victory is not great, but if you retreat at this time, you will undoubtedly let the tiger return to the mountain. When Xuanzhi completely merges with the power of the White Cocoon, it will be a new enemy.

The Eternal Night Divine Sect is now too powerful, and with a mysterious knowledge, the situation will be even more difficult.

"Senior Triumph Marquis, how long can you last?" Ning Chen sent a voice.

"Four quarter of an hour" said Triumph Hou in a deep voice.

"Then fight once," Ning Chen said determinedly.

"Okay!" Hou Kaixuan responded firmly.

"Eternal Night Master, please give me advice"

As the words fell, the swords rose, the might of the great army rose, and the triumphant Hou stepped forward, and his figure arrived in a blink of an eye. With one sword, it fell, and the momentum exceeded the thousand pounds.

"Extraordinary warriors, respectable"

The leader of Yongye held his right hand, and the former Wujun soldier, Tianhuang halberd, waved his halberd to meet him. With a loud bang, the dust and sand shaking around the two of them, and the wild mist roared angrily.

Ning Chen knew that time was tight, his body was running to the limit, and his body was like an illusion. He instantly arrived in front of Xuanzhi, with the sword's sword's life and the sword's light scattering souls.

Xuanzhi held the magic weapon of creation, raised his sword to block the move, and the two swords were combined with light. The moment of stalemate, the blade was brilliant and once again passed through the murderous intent of death.

The body of the white moth was damaged and had not been fully integrated, so Xuanzhi was unable to exert its power. As soon as the moth wings spread, half of its wings were cut off by the light of a knife.

Seeing that Xuanzhi was in danger, Qianqiu immediately activated his magic to help. However, at this moment, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in his body suddenly disappeared and turned into a barren cage.

On the other side, Meng Xuanji looked at the white-haired demon who didn't say a word in front of her, her eyes slightly condensed, and she was ready to go all out.

Although this person's aura has not yet entered the Three Disasters, the pressure it brings is not weaker than the King of Disasters who was the powerful one in the past.

Xia Ziyi stood silently, her dark and deep eyes looked at the three battle situations ahead, only for restraint, but had no intention of taking action.

The situations of the three battlefields are different. The Great Xia army gods only faced the leader of Yongye. The swords and halberds were flying, and the battle was extremely fierce. On the contrary, the battle between Zong Qianqiu and Wangyou seemed too quiet. If the space was not trembling, it would even make people think that the two of them had not taken action at all.

The most critical point is that Ning Chen has tried his best to kill Xuanzhi, with swords and swords moving together, and blood splattering everywhere without leaving any room for anything, making the latter even more dangerous.

The falling snowflakes were dyed with vermilion. Finally, a sword penetrated the body, penetrated the white cocoon under Xuanzhi's heart, and walked in several steps, and blood scattered all over the ground.

"Well"

Xuanzhi held the Qingque Sword under his chest with his left hand, and slashed the magic weapon of creation. When he saw the thought of thought, the sword fell and his right arm flew up.

At this moment, the severely injured white moth broke away from Xuanzhi's body and rose into the air. The huge moth wings spread out, and the terrifying power swept down.
Chapter completed!