Chapter 603

At the foot of Luojia mountain, the battle of life and death, the night of blood, is the bright red mark of the demons killing the world.

Thousands of congenital armies come forward in an endless stream. Blood and bone pave the way of the yellow spring, blocking the way of the demons.

In the war, the shadow of black clothes and black hair, cold eyes, more ruthless on the sword, besieged army, one after another figure fell, sword, soldiers broken, soul dead.

More than half of the thirty half saints have been killed unconsciously, and the eight most saints in the world have also been injured to varying degrees. The power of the devil shocked everyone present.

"Drink"

the sword light swings around, the blood light splashes down, and in the battle of killing demons, demons are invincible. Sword dancing is famous all over the world in spring and autumn.

Seeing the most valiant figures in the battlefield, they are shocked by the Supreme People in the world. At the same time, they win more points.

At this moment, the supreme of the three regions outside Zhongzhou finally understood why the churches in Zhongzhou killed Zhiming at all costs. When a wise man was about to have absolute force, who else could check and balance.

In the white heat of the battle, the corpse became a mountain. Zhiming, all the masters were dyed vermilion. With a sword, half of them died. Suddenly, behind the half of them, a powerful palm appeared and reflected in Zhiming's chest.

With a big bang and blood splashing, Ning Chen retreats half a step, and the sword in his hand advances instead of retreating. He passes through half Zun's body and directly runs through the right shoulder of Luoxiao Zun.

"Er"

LUO xiaozun snorted in his mouth and raised his hand to grasp the edge of the sword, trying to hold the former.

"Jiangshan changed hands"

Ning Chen's eyes flashed a cold color, the sword edge whirled rapidly, left and right exchanged, and one sword broke its arm.

Stab a, blood all over the sky, and see the palm force sweep to, rather Chen draw sword block move, a drama shock, draw a few steps.

The scarlet red drops, the black clothes, the wound exchange, the war situation adds three points.

"Falling night, how are you?" Bi Hui Zun came forward with a heavy look.

"Still can insist, he already can't hold on for long, quick battle quick decision, lest living to change" fall night Zun and point to seal the wound of broken arm, look pale way.

"Understand" Bihui nodded.

On the other side, in the army, the devil leads yin'er to fight and walk. At every step, blood falls everywhere and corpses are everywhere.

Never stop knowing fate, heart know defeat here, is the end of life, the last insist, no one can obstruct, before this, only live, only live, live!

The blade of the sword is waving and the blood is falling, reflecting scenes of the past. After 20 years of ups and downs in the world, the wandering boat can no longer find a ferry. He knows his life and does not know his own life. He has to hold the sword in his hand and cut off all obstacles.

The falling figure behind him, blood and water gathered into a river, dyed the land under Luojia mountain into a brown red color, and the moonlight shone through the dark clouds, a sad scene.

"Ah"

all of a sudden, there was a cry of pain, the blade passed, Ning Chen couldn't stop it, Yin er's left arm was bleeding and his clothes were dyed red.

Ning Chen turns back, Mou son a shrink, immediately cold light big prosperous, sword edge once waved, a sword directly hurt the little girl's half Zun cut into two.

The gushing blood blinds many congenital eyes. Fear, hatred, resentment, and extremely complex eyes can penetrate people's hearts.

At the same time, far away in the strange space of the Tianyin Pavilion in Beiyuan, dusk Chengxue, who is pushing the sound mill, suddenly feels a strong uneasiness, and the unknown path haunts the whole mind.

White as snow, now dyed brown red, through the lute bone of the iron rope, binding the freedom of the promise, one hundred years a night, as green as dusk into snow.

Under the influence of mood, the sound of the road changes. At this moment, the void shakes, and a powerful and abnormal figure comes out. Looking at the woman in front of Yinmo, she faintly says, "your heart is not quiet"

"he has an accident. Please let me go out of Tianyin Pavilion. When it is finished, I will come back immediately." Mu Chengxue's face shows an urgent appeal and says.

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

the owner of the Tianyin Pavilion said, and immediately his figure faded away.

"Lord of the pavilion"

dusk Chengxue cries out, but there is no response.

"You don't have to think about going out of the cabinet any more. At that time, you made a deal with your master and took on the task of promoting the sound mill. In a hundred years, you can't go out again." in the voice of the words, Wu Qingying walked out and calmed down.

"Dusk into snow is willing to pay any price, also please Qingying girl can intercede on behalf of" dusk into snow pleaded.

"It's impossible, and I can't help it"

Wu Qingying gently shakes her head and refuses. It's really hard to understand. At the beginning, a person who practices being too forgetful will completely erase the most difficult memory in his heart. It's reasonable to say that dusk Chengxue should not have recovered her memory, but she still can't let go of that person.

I hope that the hundred years of Tianyin Pavilion can cut off this tangled fate.

At the same time, a beautiful and girlish woman knelt in the palace of mangong in the eastern part of China, worshiping three times.

"Can't you let him go?" In front of the girl, there was a flash of emotion on the face of the king of man Dynasty.

"My daughter is unfilial," aman said softly.

"You go," Man Wang sighed, waving his hand.Aman kowtowed again, immediately got up, took the sword of Chu Xin and left.

Luojia mountain, the cold moon westward, the sound of killing at the foot of the mountain is still not stop, the fierce and abnormal fighting, so that a hundred miles around is filled with red blood fog.

Kill the array without leaving any way out. You know your destiny in the array and kill the world with your sword.

All the eight zuns have been injured, and there are less than ten people left in the thirty and a half zuns. No one expected the huge cost, which made the supreme in the world surprised and angry.

After a long time of preparation and exerting all our strength, we are still unable to get rid of this man. If one day we know our destiny and step into the supreme realm, all religions will be doomed.

In the war situation, the devil's sword is ruthless and ruthless. Although it has been damaged all over the world, it is more and more murderous. Every move has its own style, and it is the end of life.

"Magic style, sky cry"

Red practice roller dance, the resentment on the sword broke out, the wind and cloud changed dramatically, the rolling magic waves swept away, the sky and the earth changed color, and there was no light.

As soon as you feel that the body is stagnant, the true yuan will be restricted.

Three three attack and defense of the situation, immediately broken, bang shock, the last two, less than cohesion, again hit hard.

The bright red on the ground is a shock to the devil. The strongest devil has already surpassed the red training four thousand years ago.

Zhiming's side, yin'er bites her lips. Although the wound is painful, she still forces herself not to cry out, so as not to let the former worry.

The sword light and sword shadow crisscross, black clothes and black hair of Zhiming, the blood on his face drips from time to time, the pace turns, the body is like a dragon, the sword edge is wielding and chopping, the power is incomparable.

"How long can you struggle when you know your destiny"

the situation changed, and the eight human supremacies immediately changed their tactics, joined hands and forced their fate again.

He fought with his sword. He was tired of fighting for a long time. He stepped out a few steps and dyed his clothes red again and again.

It's hard for the devil to survive. Ning Chen takes a look at the Luojia mountain behind him. He has the power to urge resentment again. Magic wave blesses him. In the earth shaking shock, the magnificent sword light rises to the sky.

"Nirvana"

the ultimate sword, crisscross, magnificent and unparalleled, the light of the sword, the void disintegrates, and the earth is devastated.

Four of them bear the brunt of the attack, and Ouhong withdraws. The other four are also affected by the sword power and retreat several steps.

There was a flaw in the killing. Ning Chen stepped up and swept towards the rear Luojia mountain.

There are many mountains and rugged roads. However, when was the huangquan road constructed with blood and bone.

Along the way, one by one, the soldiers fell down in the bloody light of the sword. The indomitable spirit of the war was driven by the persistent will. In the face of the force, he still didn't know what to give up.

On the black hair, the blood is falling, but the blood on the sword is more than a hundred times, a thousand times, and can't kill the Alliance Army. When Tianfu invaded, it was protected by Zhiming. Now it's fighting back and swallowing Zhiming.

Along the way, a drop of blood fell on yin'er's face, slightly hot and hot.

Holding the big hand of the small hand, I never let it go, nor did I ever want to let it go. Although I have different personalities, I have the same persistence. Once I decide, I will never let it go.

Mountains, surrounded by thousands of emeralds, blood stained with red, the brilliance of life, always in the last bloom, will be so beautiful.

I don't know how many fallen figures there are. The blood and bones all over the mountains have dyed the whole Luojia mountain red. In the battle of killing demons, all the words are pale.

In order to get rid of Zhiming, the elite of all religions will do their best. At any cost, Zhiming will be left completely.

On Luojia mountain, the rear pursuing army surrounded again. The eight supreme men forced the injured body and urged the last Gongti to pass by.

The edge of the sword blocks the strength of the palm, and the aftershocks are everywhere. The blood overflows from Ning Chen's mouth. As soon as the sword turns, it suddenly shakes back the front four.

Four Zun retreat, fall night, Bihui, red chamber, XuanZhen four Zun again bully the body, powerful palm force, forced down.

A drama shock, black clothes dyed red again, Ning Chen even back a few steps, a mouthful of blood vomit out, the whole body evil spirit again violent concussion.

With the help of the sword on the ground, the magic power is still terrible, but it has lost the previous palpitating sense of oppression.

"Zhiming Hou, you have no way to go"

seeing the unstable aura of Zhiming breath, the eight venerable masters returned to the Yuan Dynasty at the same time to accept Qi, extremely moved to converge, and the wind and cloud on the mountain rapidly rolled, shaking people's hearts.

The most powerful move is to roar and gallop. After one move, the battle of killing demons will end.

It's so powerful that it can't be shaken. Ning chenqiang hurts his body and pulls yin'er behind him. There is a flash of determination in his eyes. The whole body is full of demons, and the sword and evil spirit flow together. With one sword, he can resist the last move.

Just when life and death are about to be separated, a beautiful shadow in blue comes from afar, facing all the worshippers with its back, and slamming down the fatal palm. The blood is sad, and the sky is red in an instant.

Looking at each other, so gentle, looking at the last concern of this life, such as moths to the fire, without turning back, directly bumped into the red sword.

With a stab and a sword, the blood gushed like a spring, dyed the green clothes red, and even dyed the eyes of Zhiming red. Lime raised her hand and stroked the young man's face in front of her. A touch of light reluctance flashed on her pale and beautiful face.He really grew up.

In fact, she didn't want to die. In fact, she wanted to live and watch him go on.

Unfortunately, she has no chance.

"Ning Chen, you are possessed"

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