At the foot of Luojia Mountain, one night of life and death is the bright red mark of the demons slaughtering the world.

Thousands of innate armies continued to advance, and blood and bones paved the way to the underworld, blocking the devil's way.

In the battle situation, the shadows in black clothes and black eyes were ruthless, and the sword was even more ruthless. One by one, one figure after another fell, the sword passed, the soldiers were broken, and the soul was destroyed.

Thirty and half of the lords had unknowingly died in battle, and the eight supreme emperors in the world were also injured to varying degrees. The power of the demon shocked everyone present.

"drink"

The sword light swayed four times, the blood light splattered and the devil was killed in a battle, and the demons were invincible. The sword dance was famous all over the world.

Seeing the unparalleled figures on the battlefield, the supreme emperors on earth were shocked, and their murderous intent was even more than a few points in their hearts.

At this moment, the supreme emperors from the three regions outside Zhongzhou finally understood why the churches in Zhongzhou were so willing to kill Zhidi at all costs. When a wise man was about to have absolute force, who could check and balance the situation in the world?

When the battle reached the white heat, the corpse and bones were formed. Zhide, the emperors were all dyed with vermilion red. A sword shook, and half of the emperor died. Suddenly, behind the emperor, a powerful palm power penetrated his body and reflected in Zhide's chest.

The bang was shocked and blood splattered. Ning Chen took a step back half a step, and the sword in his hand did not retreat but advanced instead. He passed through half of the body and directly penetrated Luo Xiaozun's right shoulder.

"Well"

Luo Xiaozun let out a muffled groan, raised his hand and grabbed the sword's edge, trying to hold back the former.

"The Change of Hands"

A cold color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, the sword's edge swirled rapidly, and the left and right swapped, and a sword broke his arm.

With a sting, blood filled the sky, and the palm force rushed over again. Ning Chen drew his sword to block the move, and a loud shock, taking several steps.

The vermilion dripped, dyed black clothes, and the injuries were interchanged, making the battle even more tragic.

"How are you doing at night?" Bihui Zun stepped forward and said with a serious expression.

"He can still hold on, but he can't hold on for long. The battle will not change." Luo Xiaozun pointed to the wound of the broken arm and said pale.

"Understand" Bihui Zun nodded.

On the other side, in the army, the demons led Yin'er and fought. Every step they took was full of blood and corpses everywhere.

Knowing one's destiny that has never stopped, knowing that one's destruction is here, is the end. The last persistence of one's life cannot be obstructed. Before that, there is only one who can live, only living, living!

The sword edge slashed, and the blood flowers fell, reflecting the past. The world has been rising and falling for twenty years. The lonely boat that has wandered around can no longer find the ferry. He knows his fate and does not know his fate for the rest of his life. He can only hold the sword in his hand tightly and cuts off all obstacles.

The figures that kept falling to the ground behind him gathered into a small river, dyeing the earth at Luojia Mountain all the way to brown-red. The moonlight shone through the dark clouds, and a sad scene.

"ah"

Suddenly, a painful cry was heard, and the blade passed by, Ning Chen could not block it, and Yin'er's left arm, blood gushed out, dyeing her clothes red.

Ning Chen turned around, his eyes shrank, and then the cold light grew. He waved the sword and cut half of the injured little girl into two pieces in half with one sword.

The gushing blood has covered many innate eyes, fear, hatred, resentment, and extremely complex eyes, which penetrate the hearts.

At the same time, in the strange space on the Tianyin Pavilion in Beiyuan, Mu Chengxue, who was pushing the sound, suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness, which was indescribable and lingered in his heart.

The white clothes are as snow as snow, now dyed brown red, passing through the iron chain of the pipa bones, bound the promised freedom. Over a hundred years, the morning is as white as black hair and snow.

The mood influenced, and the sound of the great way changed. At this moment, the void shook, and an extremely powerful figure walked out. Looking at the woman in front of the sound mill, he said lightly, "Your heart is no longer quiet."

"What happened to him, the Pavilion Master, please let me leave Tianyin Pavilion. I will return immediately after the work is done." Mu Chengxue's face showed an eager pleading look and said.

"It's hard to get out of Tianyin Pavilion"

The Lord of the Tianyin Pavilion said, and then his figure faded away and disappeared.

"Peace Master"

Mu Chengxue shouted urgently, but there was no response.

"Don't think about getting out of the house anymore. Mu Chengxue, you made a deal with your master and took on the task of promoting sound mill. It would be impossible for you to go out again within a hundred years." As you said, Wu Qingying walked out and said calmly.

"Mu Chengxue is willing to pay any price, and please ask Miss Qingying to plead for you," Mu Chengxue begged.

"This matter is absolutely impossible, and I am powerless."

Wu Qingying shook her head gently and refused to say that it was hard to understand. The person who practiced the Supreme Lost Love would completely erase the most difficult memory in his heart at the beginning. Logically speaking, Mu Chengxue should have not recovered his memory, but he still could not let go of that person.

I hope that the century-long time of Tianyin Pavilion can eliminate this entangled fate.

At the same time, in the Eastern Region, Man Palace, a beautiful woman with a girl-like appearance kneeled in the hall, bowed and kowtowed three times.

"You still can't let him go?" In front of the girl, a sigh flashed across the face of the former King of the Barbarian Dynasty and said.

"My daughter is unfilial," Aman said softly.

"You go," the Barbarian King waved and sighed.

Aman knocked again, then stood up, took the sword of the original intention beside him, and turned around and left.

Luojia Mountain, the cold moon travels westward, and the sound of killing under the mountain continues to stop. The extremely fierce battle has caused a bloody mist to fill the radius of hundreds of miles.

There are many killing formations, leaving no way out, knowing their destiny in the formation, asking for killing with swords, and slaughtering the world.

All the eight masters were injured, and less than ten people were left in the thirty and half masters. The huge price that no one expected made all the supreme emperors in the world shocked and angry.

After a long time of preparation and exerting all his strength, he still couldn't get rid of this person smoothly. If one day he knew his destiny and entered the supreme realm, all the religions would be completely doomed.

In the battle situation, the Demon Body Sword was cruel and ruthless. Although he was injured, his killing ability became increasingly serious. Every move and move were all the same.

"Magic, Heavenly Cry"

Red-selling wheel dance, resentment exploded on the sword, the wind and clouds changed, the rolling demon waves swept across, the sky and the earth changed color and were dull.

All the masters only felt that the body of the martial arts was stagnant, and the operation of the true energy was immediately restrained.

The offensive and defensive situation of San San was immediately broken, and it was shocked. In the end, the two of them were unable to gather enough and were hit hard again.

The bright red all over the ground is a shock that the demons are hard to kill. The strongest demon has long surpassed Chi Lian four thousand years ago.

Beside Zhiming, Yin'er bit her lip. Although the wound was in unbearable pain, she still forced herself not to shout and not to worry the former.

The sword lights and sword shadows intertwined, and Zhiming, who was dressed in black, dripped from time to time on his face, his steps turned, his body was like a dragon, his sword swung, and his power was extremely powerful.

"Marquis Zhiming, when can you struggle?"

The situation changed, and the eight supreme emperors of the world immediately changed their tactics, and the four and four teamed up to fight to death again.

The palm and sword confronted each other, Zhiming, who had been exhausted for a long time, withdrew several steps, and the bright redness fell from the corner of his mouth, dyeing his clothes red again and again.

The world is difficult to move, and those who do not allow demons to survive. Ning Chen glanced at Luojia Mountain behind him, and the power of resentment was red in his hand. The blessing of the demon waves, and the earth-shaking vibration, the magnificent sword light soared into the sky.

"Nirvana"

The ultimate sword is crisscrossed and magnificent. Wherever the sword light reaches, the void collapses and the earth becomes scarred.

The four priests were in the brunt of the attack, and the other four were also affected by the sword force and retreated several steps in a row.

A flaw was revealed in the killing situation, and Ning Chen stepped forward and rushed towards Luojia Mountain behind.

The mountains are piled up and the roads are rugged and difficult to walk. However, when will the Yellow Spring Road, which is filled with blood, be easy to walk again?

The troops were blocking along the way, and in the bloody sword light, they fell one by one. The persistent will drove the unyielding war soul. Faced with the army's life, they still didn't know what to give up.

On the black, blood fell, but the blood on the sword was a hundred times or a thousand times better. The unstoppable alliance army was protected by Zhiming when the Tianfu invaded. Today, it counterattacked and devoured Zhiming.

As we walked forward, a drop of blood fell on Yin'er's face, slightly hot and hot.

The big hand holding the small hand has never let go, nor has it ever thought about letting go, knowing the three bodies of fate, and although the personality is different, it is the same persistence. Once you have determined it, you will never let go.

The mountain is surrounded by thousands of greenery, and the blood is dyed with thousands of red. The brilliance of life is always so beautiful when it blooms last.

There are countless fallen figures, and the blood and bones all over the mountains dye the entire Luojia Mountain red. The battle of the Demons' Demons turned pale.

In order to eliminate the destiny of Zhi, all the elites of the religion were brought out, and at any cost, they would definitely leave the destiny of Zhi completely.

On Luojia Mountain, the army chasing behind surrounded him again. Eight supreme emperors of the world pressed on the injuries in their bodies, activated their last body and forced their lives to pass by.

The sword's edge blocked the palm force, and the aftermath shook all directions. Blood from Ning Chen's mouth overflowed. The sword's momentum turned and he shook back the four priests in front of him.

The four masters retreated, and the night fell, the Bihui, the Red Building, and the four masters of Xuanzhen once again bullied themselves up, and their majestic palms forced down.

With a sharp shock, the black clothes dyed red again. Ning Chen took several steps in a row, vomiting blood, and the demonic energy in his body shook violently again.

The unavailable demonic disaster has caused the demon to fall into the greatest life and death crisis. The sword on the ground is still terrifying, but it loses the previously heart-pounding sense of oppression.

"Marquis Zhiming, you have no way out"

Seeing that there was an unstable sign of life breath, the eight venerables returned to the original world and absorbed their energy at the same time, and the extreme tricks of the wind and clouds on the mountain rolled up sharply, which was shocking.

The strongest move, roaring out, and after one move, the battle to kill demons ends.

The extreme power came, and it was too strong to be strong. Ning Chen forced himself to hurt his body, and pulled Yin'er behind him. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes. The demonic essences all over his body rose, and the sword evil flowed together. He met with one sword and blocked the last move.

Just as life and death were about to part, a beautiful figure in green clothes swept across the distance, facing the emperors, and blocked a fatal palm with a bang. The blood flowers were desolate and dyed red in the sky in an instant.

The eyes of each other were so gentle, looking at the last concern in this life, like a moth flying into the fire, unrestrained, directly hitting Chi Lian Jianfeng.

With a stinging sound, a sword penetrated his body, blood gushed like a spring, dyeing the blue-clothed red, and even dyeing Zhiming's eyes red. Qingning raised his hand and gently stroked the face of the young man in front of him. A faint reluctance flashed across his pale and beautiful face.

He has really grown up.

In fact, she doesn't want to die, but in fact, she wants to live and watch him keep going.

Unfortunately, she has no chance.

"Ningchen, you're deviled"      &1t;/p>
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