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The rocks shaking violently, and countless cliff rocks peeled off and smashed on the ground, stirring up smoke and dust, covering the figure of Yanzhishan people.

I don’t know how long it took, and the smoke and dust gradually subsided. The rocky mountain was obviously smaller, but it still stood in the grassland under the night and did not collapse.

Mountain or mountain.

Looking at the picture in front of him, a disappointment finally appeared on Xu Yourong's face.

"The saint's method is indeed amazing."

The voice of Yanzhishan people was still low, but if you listen carefully, you might hear the trembling and anger hidden in it.

Xiao Zhang stood up with his tired body with an iron spear.

The white paper rustled in the night wind, and the black hole was extremely deep.

"Come again."

He said in a hoarse voice, not seemingly caring about the situation in front of him.

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything.

Several miles away, the swords of the wind and rain were ready to return.

Xu Yourong didn't say anything, and took out the fate chart from his sleeve.

The starlight falls on the fate chart and emits light of different depths along with the star tracks that rotate like flowing water, which is very beautiful.

She deduced the ending of today many times, but the result was very bad. The delicate arrow failed to achieve her goal, which disappointed her. But since the battle was not over yet, she had to continue. If the fate chart cannot calculate a good ending, will it make the ending different with it as a weapon?

The iron spear storm blasted towards the rock mountain with the power of heaven and earth.

The two sword lights met again and cut open the world with a decisive attitude of burning the world.

The wind whistled and the smoke rose again.

Through the wind and sand, Xu Yourong stared at the black hole on the mountain, and his fingers kept fiddling on the fate chart.

The people of Yanzhishan were seriously injured and felt even more dangerous at this time.

Whether it is Xiao Zhang's gun or Xu Yourong's fate chart.

What made him most wary of was the aura of burning the world that came out from the swords of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.

This reminded him of the extremely terrifying man of the human race many years ago.

The vigilance and danger, as well as the unbearable memories, made the Yanzhishan people truly angry.

The night clouds were torn apart by an angry roar and flowed into the fields.

The mountains are like gathering, the grassland surface is undulating, and the waves are like anger.

The people of Yanzhishan have achieved all their cultivation for thousands of years!

The gun flower slightly converges, and the sword light suddenly fades.

Xiao Zhang shouted angrily and struggled to hold on.

Chen Changsheng stood up and stretched his left hand towards the mountain ahead.

At such a moment, Xu Yourong suddenly looked at the fate chart.

The star tracks on the fate chart are flowing at unimaginable speeds, forming countless extremely complex and extremely difficult to comprehend patterns.

She was a little confused.

What exactly happened?

To be more precise, what will happen next moment to make this battle situation and the direction of history change so much?

The night clouds were torn apart and then flowed away. The sky suddenly became clear and the stars were in full swing.

Suddenly, a line of fire appeared in the night sky at a very high place.

In a very short time, the line of fire came to the sky above the grassland.

The line of fire comes from the south. Logically speaking, the people of Jingboshan and Yichunshan should be able to block the line of fire, but for some reason they did not take action. Or because of the line of fire, neither side fighting between the court, poses a threat.

At the end of the line of fire, a fire cloud appeared.

Huo Yunlin waved his wings, and there was no one on it.

As everyone knows, Xue Xingchuan, the second god general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was a Huo Yunlin. Could this be that one?

More than ten years ago, Xue Xingchuan was poisoned by Zhou Tong in the palace. The Fire Cloud Lin disappeared deep in the palace and never appeared again.

Why is it here tonight? What exactly does that mean?

The grassland is silent.

This quiet period is very short.

For Yanzhi Shanren, Xiao Zhang, Chen Changsheng, Xu Yourong and the two Shanren in the south who were present at that time, this period seemed to be very long.

It even seemed like years had passed in this silence.

The world is relative.

The position is relative.

Time is also relative.

The time you feel it is longer than the real time, or because the new reference object that comes to this fragment of time is relatively fast.

What came was a sword light.

Come from heaven.

This sword light is not very stunning, it is very calm and quiet.

Compared with the strong winds and gravel that have not yet dissipated, this knife light can be said to be very delicate.

Compared with the anger of Yanzhishan people, this sword light can be said to be very gentle.

But this sword light is really too fast.

If this sword light cuts the flowing water, the flowing water will definitely break.

If this sword light cuts time like flowing water, time will stop for a moment.

When people saw this sword light, the sword light had already fallen.

Rub, a light sound.

The sword light fell among the cliffs.

No gravel splashed, no smoke and dust rose.

The sword light seemed to be buried in the cliff.

Then, the mountain collapsed.

The earth shook.

It was the mountains moving.

Two low whistles came from the south.

The whistle was filled with sorrow and anger.

Chen Changsheng felt that the whistle sound was somewhat similar to the language of the dragon clan.

The next one should be a more difficult battle.

He stood up and prepared for the battle.

At this moment, a low whistle sounded from the collapsed cliff.

That was the voice of the Yanzhishan people.

This time Chen Changsheng heard it more clearly and found that it was not the standard common word for demons, nor the ancient demons that the princes and nobles in Xue Lao City liked to use.

He looked at Xu Yourong, and Xu Yourong shook his head gently.

Although they could not understand the specific meaning, they could vaguely understand the emotions of Yanzhishan people at this time and the information they wanted to convey.

The people of Yanzhishan were not angry, unwilling, and resentful, but very calm.

The two mountains stopped, let out a few low moans, then went westward, gradually disappearing into the night.

The grasslands in the south have restored peace, but there is more sadness of parting.

Blood kept flowing along the edge of the paper. Xiao Zhang reached out to wipe it, feeling wet and very annoyed.

He looked at the person beside him even more bored.

"If you want to chase such a good opportunity, why don't you hurry up and chase it! Why are you standing here? Who is counting on whom to give you a statue?"

After being ridiculed like this, the man's expression did not change much.
To be continued...