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There was a bloody storm on the Cloud Storm Altar. Waves of eerie wind blew by, and the smell of blood filled the entire altar. It was like a living hell.

The message from the Cyan Bird had been intercepted by the demon realm midway through. Fortunately, Ning An had been prepared at that time and told one of their disciples to go to the Supreme Mystery to report, but the person had to be slower than the Cyan Bird. After Yin Bao Scroll received this disciple's report, she left behind Zhao Yuyi and Yu Li to guard the city, leading Li Zongyin and the rest of the disciples towards it. She also ordered Taihua Jadeite to rush over and help. It just so happened that Yun Jiu Tang bid farewell to Gu Xue, who had been staying in Taixuan, and went along without hesitation when he heard of the change in the Shocking Cloud Altar.

At this moment, a fierce battle was taking place on top of the Stunning Cloud Altar. The battle situation had gradually become clear. Ning'an was facing Zhen Wuyi, while Foreign Dignitary Xin was fighting with the thousand troops.

"Ten years ago, when the leaders of the six realms met to choose a master, you and I were lucky enough to get our hands on each other. Today, you're not so lucky anymore. Hurry up and die!"

Ning Xuemo looked at Zhen Wuyi contemptuously, and sternly shouted, "Impudent! You despicable, shameless person, you actually dared to do something like secretly poison others. Today, I am going to represent the Supreme Profound to tear you into ten thousand pieces! "

Qing Qiu Sword and Mt. Tai's Bracelet were two peerless weapons from the Mortal and Demon Realms. They emitted a soul-stirring sharpness as they confronted each other, piercing through one's skin and piercing into one's hair. Today's match was finally going to allow the two contemporary divine weapons to compete with each other.

Under the sky, there was a muffled sound of two divine weapons clashing. Ning An stage was filled with inner strength, and his Qi and blood were vigorous, and although the sun was shining brightly, his vision was dim. A ghostly wail suddenly rang out in his ears, and a terrifying bloody Qi rushed towards his face.

The sharp aura of the ring burst forth with a murderous aura, its eyes were blood-red, and its figure was like a ghost.

His eyes were wide open as he tightly gripped the Green Hill's Sword. A green light burst out from the evil Qi surrounding the Green Hill's Sword, and Wei Ling broke out from the evil Qi. An instant later, Zhen Wuyi had already leaped up, and the murderous aura burst out like a ghost flower or like the heavens. It was like the waves of the sea roaring down from all directions, and instantly annihilated the peaceful days.

Ning An was hanging in the air, surrounded by the murderous aura. Anxious, he shouted angrily and condensed his internal energy to cut open a gap. In the depths of the dark baleful aura, the Qing Qiu Sword bloomed like a flower, turning into a sharp sword beam that pierced through everything in its path.

Absolute Cold Green Hill!

One must use the Qing Qiu Sword in order to practice the Supreme Sword Technique of the Supreme Profound Capital. That azure light, which was as bright as a crescent moon, streaked across the sky. Wherever it went, the evil aura dissipated, and the unstoppable Mt. Tai's precious ring was at a disadvantage. Zhen Wuyi raised both of his hands towards the sky, his killing intent was dense, and the Demonic Ghost let out a shrill scream. In the air, in the direction from which the Qing Qiu Sword stabbed, the baleful aura attacked again. In front of Ning An, all the terrifying illusions of the underworld appeared involuntarily.

In the sky, in the middle of the resplendent light, a deafening roar suddenly rang. That roar shook people's minds and stimulated their meridians. Even the people and the demons in the battle couldn't help but raise their eyebrows. At this moment, Foreign Dignitary Xin and Qian Jun were engaged in a fierce battle. They were shocked by the roar and couldn't help but break out in cold sweat as they glanced over at Ning An.

Accompanied by a loud roar, a majestic sword tip flew out, creating a violent wind. Sand and stone flew about as dense sword qi constantly emitted from the tip of the sword, with countless sharp edges that seemed to want to shoot out.

"Absolute Cold Qing Qiu Sword Art!"

Guest Warrior Xin muttered in a deep voice. This sword art could only be practiced by the first disciple of Taixuan, the Qing Qiu Sword Master. It was created by the elder of the generation, Luo Xuu Gu, and has been continuously improving and improving by the elder of the Taixuan past generations.

The peerless Sword Qi released by the Green Hill's Cold Sword sent waves of killing intent and coldness, causing people to be fearful. Even Zhen Wuyi, who held Mt. Tai's Treasure Ring, felt guilty, and his body trembled as if it was about to fall. When he barely managed to stand up, he saw that Ning An had thrown his Qing Qiu Sword high into the air.

His two palms gathered a great roaring of internal energy, and he suddenly brought his fingers together in an attempt to attack Zhen Wu Yi.

Dong …

In that instant, countless sharp sword Qis, which were suspended in midair, brought with them a strong wind, rushed towards Zhen Wuyi who was raising his weapons. Countless sword beams pierced through the layers of infernal energy, ruthlessly penetrating Zhen Wuyi's body.

In the air, the two of them fought to the death, yet not far away, there was another intense battle that seemed to be even more intense.

At this moment, Foreign Dignitary Xin was in the midst of a fierce battle with a thousand troops. Amongst the twelve Altar Lords of the Qing Qiu Mountain, this Foreign Dignitary Xin was the most experienced and had gone through hundreds of battles. His mastery of martial arts reached the highest level of the virtuous realm and was only second to that of the Altar Master of Ottawa. The Thousand Army was originally one of the six major sects in the Demon Realm — the Sect Leader of the Blood Vengeance Sect. A year ago, Yun Jiu Tang, who had just become a demon, annihilated the Blood Vengeance Sect. However, at this moment, Foreign Dignitary Xin did not seem to be able to gain any advantage in the battle with the thousand troops.

The Thousand Army looked extremely strange. His eyes were filled with ruthlessness and killing intent. His face was ashen, and he held an unknown blade in his hand.

A gust of cold wind blew over, and Foreign Dignitary Xin, dressed in a cyan robe, stood against the wind as he fluttered in the wind. His right hand gripped the Shocking Cloud Sword tightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, his thoughts in complete disarray. At this moment, the poison in his body had invaded his Qi and his Qi was gathering. If he continued to fight, his Qi would run out. He might as well attack and win quickly.

Foreign Dignitary Xin's eyes shot out a sharp and disdainful look. His blue robe fluttered in the wind and his sword art slashed out, piercing straight into the horizon. The sword light reflected off the Shocking Cloud Sword flickered for a while. In the four directions, there was a sudden gust of wind and a thunderous rumble. The sky was filled with sword moves that covered the sky and shook the earth. Both sides in the free-for-all were shocked and paled.

The thousand troops seemed to be used to this kind of scene, yet they remained unmoved. The cold killing intent on their faces was about to freeze into a layer of frost. He used the ordinary blade in his hand to move forward and infused his internal energy into the blade, aiming it at Foreign Dignitary Xin. In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, the sky was filled with the wails of people breaking through the sky.

Just at that moment, the powerful and ferocious blade of the Thousand Army had already arrived in front of Foreign Dignitary Xin. The sharp wind pierced his face, causing him to feel suffocated and in pain. However, Foreign Dignitary Xin was not someone to be trifled with. His expression remained cold and arrogant, but his eyes were focused on the blade that was sweeping towards him. The blade moved as fast as lightning and in the blink of an eye, it was less than ten feet away from him. Foreign Dignitary Xin suddenly lifted his left hand and spread out his five fingers in the direction of the blade. It was powerful, like a thunderbolt, like a black cloud pressing down on a city, and in mid-air, a strong sword Qi actually appeared out of nowhere and suddenly condensed into an indestructible cyan sword net in front of Foreign Dignitary Xin, it was so dense that it could not be weaved, the sword net was vast and wide, standing in front of the murderous blade.

A look of fear appeared on Qian Jun's face as he turned pale with fright. A moment later, the sharp blade collided directly with the azure sword net!

The world was silent for a moment.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, it was as if thunder and lightning had struck heaven and earth, and a loud mournful cry instantly burst forth. The strong gas that blasted outwards was like a powerful wave, rippling out in circles. In the middle of a chaotic battle, both sides' ears were buzzing and their faces had turned pale. The disciples of the Shocking Cloud Altar had a faint feeling that under the ravaging of this intense battle, after this calamity, the once famous and famous Shocking Cloud Altar would become who knows what, and would not even exist anymore. Will it never recover? Would it disappear?

Although the crowd already knew that the fierce battle between these two was unavoidable, they didn't expect it to be so intense in the dozen or so rounds that they had just exchanged blows. As the old Altar Lord of the Qing Qiu mountain, his skills were nothing to be proud of. He just did not expect that the thousand men of the army he was fighting with would have such godly powers. With this sort of performance, even if the person fighting against the head of the Six Realms didn't dare to have absolute confidence in winning.

At this moment, the sword beam had already broken through Zhen Wuyi's ring by several parts. His entire body was riddled with holes, and he was lying on the ground motionlessly. He had long since stopped breathing.

At this time, the sounds of killing could be heard from inside the altar as blood and flesh were splattered everywhere. There were wails and howls everywhere. Ning An took no time to catch his breath before he jumped into the chaotic battle.

Shocking Cloud Altar had become a scene of civil war. Nearly half of the Demon World's forces had been dispatched, and with the addition of the fact that the majority of the disciples of Shocking Cloud Altar had been poisoned, their battle prowess was greatly inferior to that of before.

Outside the Cloudburst Altar, Yin Yang Treasure Scrolls flew like the wind. Yun Jiu Tang followed closely behind, leaving Li Zongyin and the rest of the disciples far behind. His heart was burning with anxiety. He was worried that the Stunning Cloud Altar might be too dangerous. An ominous premonition faintly appeared in his heart, and a few traces of fear actually flashed through his mind.

The intense battle at the Soulshake Altar seemed to be without any warning or trace. However, Shen Jingyang, who had a keen sense of smell, still felt that something was amiss. After everyone parted ways in Jade Wall City's tea shop, he was prepared to go to the middle stage to take a look at the destruction of the Setting Sun Sword and smell a strange scent along the way. As he traveled, a demonic wind blew in all directions, as if reminding him of the scene twelve years ago when he fought the mysterious masked man in the Taihua Altar's stone forest. Something must have happened! When he saw that there were several disciples of the music industry riding their horses and galloping towards the Stunning Cloud Altar, he suddenly became alarmed. Something big must have happened in the Stunning Cloud Altar! How could he miss this opportunity? He ran like the wind, wishing that he could get to the Heaven Shocking Cloud Altar as soon as possible.

Both sides had engaged in more than a hundred rounds of battle, and Guest Warrior Xin had gradually fallen into a disadvantageous position. The wind of the Vast Expanse blew across his resolute face, his thoughts in chaos. This was probably the last battle of his life, and the thousand years old foundation of the Shocking Cloud Altar could not be destroyed, and the Qing Qiu Mountain could not be defeated in this battle.

But who was this opponent in front of him? How could the Sect Leader of a nameless demon realm, the Thousand Army of the Blood Sect, have such profound skills? What kind of skill did he train in?

In the end, Foreign Dignitary Xin was still the Qing Qiu Mountain's famous Altar Master. Even though he knew the chances of winning were slim, his expression was still majestic and resolute. Even though a calamity was approaching, he remained unmoving. Perhaps this was where the reputations of the leaders of the twelve pots of one of the four cities of the Qing Qiu Mountains lay. They were poor and strong, and they did not fall short of the aspirations of Qing Qiu.

At this moment, one could only put his hand on the table to gain victory in one strike. He held his sword with both hands as he opened and closed his body. His mouth seemed to be chanting a mantra as he emitted a mournful, desolate, and sorrowful song. Suddenly, the sword technique was activated and the sky was filled with sharp whistling sounds. The sword in Xing Yun's hand turned into a rain of swords. Foreign Dignitary Xin rose into the air and hid behind the rain of swords, aiming at the army of 1,000.

An intense killing intent erupted between the heavens and the earth.

Right at this moment, the blade in Qian Jun's hand had already made a squeaking sound. The tip of the blade emitted a dark light, and it was like an angry tide bursting forth. It surged to the shore and formed a huge sharp blade that pounced over with a loud bang.

The clouds churned, and a fierce wind kicked up in the Vast Expanse.

The collision between the sword beam and the sharp edge caused a thunderous explosion, as if it was the angry tide of the heavens. It was unknown how far away it was. Looking at this seemingly apocalyptic scene, no one dared not to change their expressions.

After the sword light and blade exploded, in the blink of an eye, the Thousand Army's blade had already pounced forward. In a flash, it slashed out dozens of times.

Even so, Foreign Dignitary Xin was still in a state of shock. His figure quickly shifted to avoid the incoming attacks. He had wasted a thousand units of internal energy. However, the Thousand Army was strong at the age of twenty and had strong inner strength. Each attack was more powerful than the last, and the Soul Devouring Cold Blood's sabre style was cruel and vicious. Foreign Dignitary Xin appeared more and more weak, and it was getting harder and harder to defend against the thousand army's fierce attacks.

As the two fought, a halo of murderous intent gradually formed. The two of them were in the center of the halo, so no one could get close to them.

Foreign Dignitary Xin's sword thrust missed as he swiftly turned around. With a flick of his wrist, the sword turned around and shot out a sword beam that was like a bolt of lightning. "The thousand troops, however, were adept at maneuvering. The blade in their hands was like a dragon swimming in the depths of the abyss. They leapt up and, ignoring their own wide chests, went straight for Foreign Dignitary Xin's exposed left shoulder.

In the sky and on the ground, silence reigned. An ominous premonition seemed to envelop the hearts of everyone present.

With an "Ah!", the sharp blade chopped down right on top of Foreign Dignitary Xin's head, chopping off his left shoulder. His left arm was flung to the ground a few meters away.

Foreign Dignitary Xin had used all of his blood energy to pull his left arm off. His body was in complete disarray. Seeing that, Qian Jun immediately gathered all the Qi in his body into his palm, and suddenly flipped over and slammed hard on Foreign Dignitary Xin's chest, causing him to look as though he had been struck by lightning. Lying on the ground, he could not even move, blood gushing out of his mouth, and the corners of his mouth twitched intensely, as though he could feel the intense pain in his body.

Ning Anzhan had already rushed out of the crowd and rushed towards Guest Warrior Xin. "Leader Xin …" With a hoarse throat, he crouched down to pick up Guest Warrior Xin's upper body.

At this time, the thousand troops also closed their eyes in luck. The intense battle just now had consumed all of his energy, and in this interval, he was adjusting his Qi, concentrating his energy and recovering his internal force in the shortest time possible.

"You … Just … "Who is it …" Foreign Dignitary Xin looked on in horror. He did not believe that a Sect Leader with such a small bill of blood could have such an amazing skill.

Qian Jun's face was filled with pride, and a strange expression flashed across his face as he said darkly, "The twelve Altar Lords are only so much, nothing more than a name for nothing …"

Ning An's eyes were filled with anger, and the veins in his hands bulged. The Green Hill's Sword was tightly gripped. With a creak, it slowly stood up, ready to draw its sword and attack.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside the altar, "You crazy disciple of the Demon World, how can the Qing Qiu Mountain allow you to act so arrogantly!" Everyone was startled. The faces of the disciples of Shocking Cloud Altar immediately revealed an expression of yearning for their savior. They were like a long drought, waiting for the right time to rain; they were overjoyed before the storm.

Suddenly, before the crowd could react, Yin Yang treasure scrolls were like flying immortals, descending from the sky into the yard. In this critical moment, Yin Yang treasure scrolls were like gods descending from heaven, closely followed by Yun Jiuchang. Along the way, the Yin Yang treasure scroll displayed its supreme flying art. Yun Jiuchang followed closely behind, not one bit behind.

The crowd was stunned. The world had fallen into silence for a while.

A moment later, the sound of voices from the outside could be heard. Jade Ion, Shen Jingyang, Li Zongyin, and their group had also arrived.

Qian Jun's face was immediately filled with fear. He didn't expect that the Supreme Mystery would discover them so early and rush over in time. Looking at it in disappointment, he and the rest of the demons seemed to have been trapped in a jar.