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It was fine if it was just a normal sound, but the main thing was that it was too loud, too long, and too strange. With Demonic Cult, who knows where this well-trained army would be able to stop them even if they were to be struck by a tsunami? But right now, everyone was thinking in their heads: What is going on here?

They weren't afraid of anything, they just wanted to know what was going on. In this world, the loudest cry was the cry of the fierce tiger's mouth. This was the cry of a hundred fierce tigers holding a trumpet in one claw, and a commander at the side shouting, "One, two, three, prepare, shout!", and then, after many rehearsals, the hundred fierce tigers finally produced a uniform sound of the mouth opening, the sum of these sounds of the mouth opening was not as loud as the voices of the people in Clouds Mountain. Their imposing auras could not be compared with his. The earth was shaking, the mountains were shaking, sand flying, the sky was dark, the sun and moon were without light, and dark clouds covered the page. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

The sound produced by that unknown object was like the death knell of the apocalypse. The dark clouds surged and dark thunder surged. The scene of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking was just too horrifying.

If it was the end of the world, then wouldn't it be better to hug each other and cry?

Lian Yunmeng, San Jie, Ying Bilian, Tang Xiao and the other leaders of the righteous path saw that this was a good opportunity to break through the encirclement, so they all unleashed their strongest attacks at the same time.

Lian Yunmeng had already trained to the highest level of the Brilliant Sword Heart, her 'Evil Punisher' unleashed ten thousand points of green light, and changed the color of her sword into ten thousand moves. Every member of the Demonic Cult felt that they were fighting alone against the incomparably marvelous Fairy Ci Hang of the Sword Arts, no matter how strong they were, how trained they were, how fearless they were, and how they would they be able to fight against the deity-like 'Yi Xian' Lian Yunmeng. Of course, they would never have the chance to make a move. Once Lian Yunmeng used this move, it was announced that at least a hundred people had been injured. If it were not for her keeping Qing Qing, the hundred over people would not have been injured, but all of them would have reported to the King of Hell.

If Lei Zhe had not blocked most of Lian Yunmeng's attacks, the effect of this move would have been even greater.

San Jie released the Dragon Transparent Palm, the vigorous palm energy surged like a river and instantly struck out dozens of times, and hundreds of Demonic Cult Sect Leaders flew out as well.

Bai Cai was no exception. This time, he didn't think about using any martial arts skills. He used a punch that landed on a small fry. That little fry was still strange, how come it didn't hurt? In the end, there were endless screams coming from behind him. The people behind him poured out a large number of them like dominoes.

Tang Xiao unleashed the Unhindered Nine Heavens Demesne. One horizontally, one vertically, one vertically, the two vertically, causing the sect members to fly vertically and horizontally.

Even the six ghosts and Yi Baiyu were able to stop it in time. The formation of the Demonic Cult army had also collapsed, and once it dispersed, it was difficult to gather any more. Mi Qingshen, the righteous man, was greatly boosted as he began to work with them.

It seemed that the right path had not been completed yet. As long as the old man and the four God Kings came out, the martial world would be part of the Gods Sect. At that time, no one would be able to stop the war.

Moreover, this old man's ambitions, Luna Women Kingdom …

Lian Yunmeng's' Evil Killing Sword 'made Lei Zhe unable to split her concentration to think too much. Although Lian Yunmeng looked soft and weak, her sword skills were simply too astonishing.

Thanks to the fact that he was a martial arts genius that was rarely seen in the past hundred years, his Heavenly Demon Transformation and Thunder God's Strike could not be underestimated.

The Wulin Congress had become an official assembly for the righteous path and Demonic Cult. Everyone was determined to fight to the death.

"Rumble …"

A clap of thunder came from beneath his feet.

That's right, it was the sound of thunder beneath his feet.

Everyone was shocked and stopped fighting. They thought that the Clouds Mountain was about to collapse and that if it really did collapse, there would not be many people who would survive. The power of nature was not something a human could contend with.

After the thunder faded away, a grumbling voice sounded out, "You stinking girl. Aiyo, my ears …" I just told you to call me whatever you want, you don't have to shout so loudly for me, right? You're a girl, you have to be gentle, okay? Alright, let's go out. If we don't go, Jingjing and Little Man will die from anxiety. "

Although the sound was not loud, everyone could hear it clearly through the sound of the solid rock.

What was going on?

Who was speaking?

How could the voice have come from the mountain?

Almost everyone had a puzzled expression except for two people. One of them was Ji Tiandao, whose face revealed an ecstatic expression, and he was so excited that he was barely able to speak incoherently, "Ling … Young Master Ling, is … "You?"

The other one was an average looking woman with Clear Lacrimal s on her face. She shouted hoarsely, "Husband, you bastard, I thought you were dead. Where are you?"

In the sky, a lightning bolt that was dozens of feet long tore apart the darkness. In the sky, a legendary dragon that was almost 10 feet tall, with eyes like lightning and eyes like lightning, although its body wasn't that large, it still had the aura of a king, causing people to be unable to calm down.

However, what was rather unsightly was that on the Divine Dragon's back stood a tall and strong body, wearing a tattered set of clothes, his long hair was tangled up, dancing in the wind, he laughed loudly towards the sky: "Hahahaha, beauties, I am back!"

This scream was extremely annoying. Many people cursed Lei to hack that lunatic to death in their hearts.

The dragon was gone, only the brother who seemed to have come from the gang of beggars was still standing in the air, holding a huge sword about seven feet long. The shape of the sword was very mysterious, and if ordinary people looked at it for more than three seconds, they would have hallucinations, and they would be unable to keep their cool. That sword, could be considered a sword, the blade was curved, with fine threads on it.

Those who knew what was going on shouted, "Isn't that … The Dragon Roar Divine Sword? "

Yi Baiyu's heart sank when he saw the tattered, handsome brother in the air, and thought to himself: "Why isn't he dead?

The Dragon Roar Divine Sword's charm is enormous, and the person holding it is also mysterious. However, quite a number of people have already recognized that he is Ling Tianfeng … Ling Tianfeng! "

That's right, the one that was standing in the air was indeed Ling Tianfeng. Originally, he was riding Nian Ying, but after a few days of development, Nian Ying had grown to twice of her original strength. Originally, it was flying very happily, but after seeing so many people below, it was stunned and Nian Ying immediately hid away.

Due to his inertia, he was still standing in mid-air …

The ordinary-looking lady ran out and shouted at Ling Tianfeng. "Ling Tianfeng, you bastard, you scared me to death, I thought you died …" As he spoke, he choked and burst into tears.

When Ling Tianfeng heard it, he immediately recognized that it was Xue Qingying's voice. He felt a pain in his heart, and he could no longer stay in the air, falling down with a 'plop' sound.

"Ouch!"

Sitting on the ground with his fart, Ling Tianfeng let out a blood-curdling screech as he crawled up and used Xue Qingying's body to run over. He hugged the body of the girl that was in his arms tightly and the gentleness in his heart instantly grew by a hundred thousand feet.

"My good wife, I missed you so much, your husband is lucky and lucky, he won't die." Ling Tianfeng whispered into her ear.

"Hate, hate, you hate! If it wasn't for the fact that I didn't believe you were dead and wanted to find you, I would have already died!" Xue Qingying felt the warmth in Ling Tianfeng's embrace, and she didn't mind the dirty and messy Ling Tianfeng at all. She hugged him with all her might, her heart no longer empty.

The two of them held each other as if no one else was around. No one had the heart to disturb such a warm and gentle scene.

After the two of them were done hugging, Ji Tiandao came over: "Young Master Ling, is it really you?"

Ling Tianfeng saw that Ji Tiandao's body was covered in blood and the injury was not light. He could not help but frown: "Of course it's me, what's wrong with you?

Ji Tiandao laughed and shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm not dead yet, it's good that you didn't die."

Ling Tianfeng saw that everyone was stunned, and the scene became a mess of flesh and blood. Blood flowed like a river and corpses filled the mountains, he could not help but frown and ask: "Who can tell me, what kind of situation is this? Isn't this Wulin Congress? Why was the battle so tragic? Is there a need? "

Then, Ling Tianfeng's gaze landed on Lian Yunmeng. She looked like an independent goddess, beautiful and graceful, with a graceful temperament. Ling Tianfeng secretly praised her in his heart: Her charming appearance is actually not inferior to Xue Qingying's at all. It is really amazing.

"This beauty looks like a good person. May I ask for your name, Ling Tianfeng? Can you please tell me your name?" Ling Tianfeng shamelessly did not ask Ji Tiandao, but when he saw beauties, he first walked towards them, angering Xue Qingying to the point of clenching her teeth.

Lian Yunmeng glanced at Ling Tianfeng, his appearance had caused the entire scene to become controlled, there was no longer a chance, and almost everyone's gaze was focused on his right hand, in his right hand was a sword, a legendary divine weapon that was concealing divine might, a treasure sword that made all martial artists fall over, a sword that all the people in the martial arts world yearned for, the Dragon Roar Divine Sword, they all remembered that astonishing cry, could it be that this was the sword that was being unleashed?

Ling Tianfeng was that type of person who seemed to lift a heavy weight as if it were light. He had eyes that made people feel at ease, a handsome appearance, and beautiful eyebrows.

"I am Lian Yunmeng, the great name of Young Master Ling is like thunder piercing my ears, it is truly a blessing to be able to see Yun Meng here. Now that Japan has Wulin Congress, the Demonic Cult that had fallen in the past has suddenly reappeared, and wants to destroy my righteous path, this, "Lian Yunmeng pointed at Lei Zhe," is Young Master Of The Demonic Sect, Lei Zhe, Young Noble Lei.

Ling Tianfeng and Lei Zhe's eyes intersected, and sparks flew from their bodies, Ling Tianfeng's body was like a javelin, perfectly straight.

The Dragon Roar Divine Sword in his hand gradually glowed with a yellow light, and it had already let out a heavy, low opening …