The demon witch is her white moonlight

Except for a few Alchemy Realm masters with excellent eyesight and the Tianzi Sword Shadow Guard, the rest of the people didn't see how Le Xiaoyi made a move.

I saw a few sword lights flashing and then scattered, and several heavenly masters who were eager to go down the mountain fell from the air and rolled down the long stone steps in front of the mountain.

With a bang, the Sixuan sword was put into its sheath, and Le Xiaoyi stepped onto the stone platform with blood all over the ground.

Even Liu Qingfeng included, everyone's eyes were exactly the same dull.

"Order the medicine hall to send someone over to see if the disciples guarding the mountain at the foot of the mountain can still be rescued. In addition, the injured elders should heal their injuries as soon as possible." Le Xiaoyi calmly ordered, and the Tianzi Sword Shadow Guard bowed his head and will soon Le Xiaoyi just ordered the arrangement to go on.

Until this time, the people who were in shock came back to their senses and looked at Le Xiaoyi with indescribable eyes.

"Young Sect Master..." An elder who was closest to Le Xiaoyi stood up, took two steps back, and saluted Le Xiaoyi respectfully.

"There is no need to be too polite." Le Xiaoyi said, "I will take care of the aftermath here, elders, please hurry to heal the wound."

The elders retreated one after another, and Liu Qingfeng walked up to him with a dazed expression: "You..." He opened his mouth, but he didn't finish his sentence after all, he just patted Le Xiaoyi's shoulder silently, and said something to be afraid of.

In just two years, he had nothing to teach Le Xiaoyi.

Le Xiaoyi arranged for people to clean up the battlefield, counted the casualties, then paused, and said: "Arrange the evacuation of the outer disciples as soon as possible, preferably within today."

The head of Tianziyingwei showed surprise, but Yan Yunqing had delegated power, and Le Xiaoyi could take full responsibility for the evacuation of the disciples of the Sword God Sect.

After saying this, Le Xiaoyi left Jianyue Hall.

Along the way, she saw many lives and deaths, and the sword in her hand was also stained with other people's blood.

She has grown from a girl who was afraid of swords to a master of killing without blinking an eye.

But people have different positions, and there are bound to be fights and casualties. Those involved in this turmoil, whether it is to survive for self-preservation, or for the so-called wealth and interests, there is always one side who will die in the bloodshed. After that, he was willing to give up.

Le Xiaoyi came to the ancestral hall of Sword God Sect and sat there for a day, when it was just getting dark outside, Le Xiaoyi heard rumbling sounds from outside.

Tianziying Weichang appeared beside Le Xiaoyi, with a dignified expression.

"Did the Heavenly Sacred Attack come?" Le Xiaoyi asked.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of Tianzi Yingwei, and he nodded helplessly: "Yes, Tiansheng made a big attack, came up from several halls outside Jianyue hall at the same time, the defense line has been broken, and now he has rushed to the main peak and was stopped Outside of the Protectorate Formation, but with the strength of the opponent, it is only a matter of time before the Protectorate Formation is broken, and they will soon arrive at Jianhong Palace."

Le Xiaoyi sighed.

She knew that the accident in Jianyue Hall was not accidental, it was just a means by Tiansheng to divert the attention of Jianshenzong.

"How is the opponent's strength? Where is the old suzerain? Has it passed?" Le Xiaoyi asked again.

"This time the Celestial Sage came from the Purple Clothes Pavilion and the Allied Forces of the Royal Family. There was one great expert at the Unsullied Realm, eight masters at the Origin Tracing Realm, and twenty masters at the Acupuncture Realm. "Tianzi Jianyingwei said one more word, and Le Xiaoyi's heart became colder.

This time, Tiansheng can be said to come out in full force.

They must have reached a certain kind of cooperation with Longdu, so they dared to attack Sword God Sect with all their strength when Longdu and the Yuchi clan were staring at each other.

Le Xiaoyi no longer placed his hopes on anyone, and Ji Yuxuan had no time to worry about the incident in Xuantian Palace. It was still unknown whether people from Penglai Fairyland could successfully reach Sword God Sect.

In this battle, if Sword God Sect survived the catastrophe, then from now on, Sword God Sect and Dayu will have nothing to do with each other.

Le Xiaoyi walked towards Junlan Sword, held the hilt with both hands, closed his eyes and concentrated, and said in a low voice, "Daddy, please help my daughter."

In today's situation, there is only one war.

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A few black shadows soared up to the main peak of the Longyin Mountain Range at an extremely fast speed. Along the way, the lives of countless elders of the Sword God Sect were brutally harvested. on the clearing.

All the elders and protectors above the Soul Origin Realm of the Sword God Sect gathered outside the Jianhong Hall, while Yan Yunqing led the remaining three source tracing elders of the Sword God Sect to wait in the Jianhong Hall.

"Old Sect Master Yan, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, don't come here without any problems." An old man in Ziyi Pavilion smiled and looked at the dense crowd of people outside Jianhong Hall. sharp contrast.

"Taoist Yuhuai, after today, your Ziyi Pavilion's reputation will be famous all over the world. You have no regrets or feel ashamed of the name of Shenzong by forcing me to use such dirty methods?" Yan Yunqing looked indifferent, Under the eyes of chaos, there is an indomitable determination to move forward.

The elders of the Sword God Sect who followed Yan Yunqing also regarded death as home.

Their lives have always been tied to the Sword God Sect, and when the Sword God Sect was destroyed, they had nowhere to go.

"Old Sovereign Yan's words are inappropriate." Before Taoist Yuhuai could answer, standing beside him, Marshal Wu Long, who came from the Tiansheng Royal Family, said with a loud laugh, "How history is written, it is always victory." Whoever decides has the final say, after today, Sword God Sect will no longer exist, and people in the world only know that Dayu lost to the Heavenly Sacred Dragon Army. What are you doing?"

All the elders of the Sword God Sect opened their eyes wide with anger. Apart from being astonished, they were also quite enraged.

Yan Yunqing sighed, raised his eyes again, and asked calmly: "You heavenly saints, are you really going to kill them all?"

The corner of Wu Long's mouth curled up into a contemptuous and sneering smile: "This old man came here on orders. If you let one of you old guys go, it will be difficult to do business when you go back. Old Sovereign Yan, for the sake of our acquaintance for many years, this old man will give you one." Opportunity, let you end it on your own, so that you can get the last respect."

"Oh, it's ridiculous." Yan Yunqing snorted coldly, "If that's the case, let's see the truth."

"Go!"

With Yan Yunqing's order, all the elders of the Sword God Sect traced back to the source at the same time, Wu Long waved his sleeves, Tiansheng's side was attacked by six source traced masters at the same time, besides Wulong himself and Taoist Yuhuai beside him, there was another A mysterious man in a black robe stands behind Wulong.

As soon as the source-tracing master made a move, the rumbling sound was endless. With each move, the sky collapsed and the earth sank, and the aftermath spread. After a while, bottomless ravines appeared in the open space outside Jianhong Hall, and half of the houses behind the hall collapsed. .

In order to prevent the main peak of the Longyin Mountains from collapsing, Yan Yunqing tried to lead the battle into the air, but the masters of the Heavenly Sage refused his move and stuck to the ground, completely destroying the Jianhong Hall.

In the battle of masters, every detail can determine success or failure. Tiansheng has the complete upper hand with six enemies and four. Yan Yunqing has a late-stage cultivation of the source tracer, and he can barely fight two with one. However, the remaining three elders of the source tracer of the Sword God Sect will die soon. .

Tiansheng obviously wants to take Yan Yunqing down as soon as possible, and the rest of them are not important compared to Yan Yunqing.

Among the several people who were fighting, one of the source tracers received Wu Long's signal, and immediately changed his moves and joined the team besieging Yan Yunqing. Yan Yunqing had one against three, and the pressure suddenly increased. The palm took advantage of the loophole, and the shoulder received a palm.

There was a gloomy air in that palm, Yan Yunqing immediately turned pale, and staggered back a few steps.

The three people who besieged Yan Yunqing were about to succeed, and they immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue them. Yan Yunqing gritted his teeth, and his gray beard was covered with blood. He wiped the blood from the tip of his tongue on his palm, and made a strange talisman with his hands. Determination.

Suddenly, not far behind Jianhong Hall, a black air burst through the sky, and there was a burst of thunder. Qi Jianxin turned into a black thunder and threw himself into the battlefield. The moment he landed, the entire main peak collapsed, and with a bang, the bluestone on the ground cracked and shattered , one of the origin tracing masters who fought with Yan Yunqing was knocked back by a blow.

"Today I want to see, you, who dares to destroy my Sword God Sect!" Qi Jianxin was dripping with blood, and his black right eye blended with his fierce aura, making him look like an evil ghost crawling out of the ground.

"Jian Xin!" Yan Yunqing narrowed his eyes and said anxiously, "Quick back!"

Before Yan Yunqing finished speaking, a black shadow rushed towards Qi Jianxin. The other party's aura was like a deep breath, and Qi Jianxin's hair stood on end immediately, but he didn't take a step back, roared angrily, and rushed towards the man in black.

The two slammed into each other, the wind of palms clashed, and countless cracks opened on the surface of the ground.

It was the man in black who stood behind Wulong just now who made the shot.

When the two fought, the man in black took a step back, while Qi Jianxin was thrown into the air vigorously, and he retreated more than ten steps. While his chest heaved violently, he forcibly swallowed the blood that rushed to his throat.

"Tsk." Wu Long looked surprised, and sneered, "At the beginning of the Tracing Origin Realm, he was able to resist the blow of the Immortal Realm. If he hadn't been born in the Sword God Sect, his future might be immeasurable. It's a pity."

The demonic blood in his body became more restless, and the bewitching voice swayed in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, and the black air rose up, slowly climbing up his heart along his limbs.

"Jian Xin! No!!" Yan Yunqing's forehead twitched violently, and he took a step forward to stop Qi Jianxin, but was forced back by the oncoming palm of the wind knife.

Qi Jianxin's fists were wrapped with black thunder, preventing Yan Yunqing from going up and down, and without saying a word, he continued to rush towards the man in black.

The seniors of the Unscrupulous Realm all made their moves, and the other masters of the Origin Tracing Realm of Tiansheng also stopped to watch the battle. For a while, outside the entire Jianhong Hall, only Qi Jianxin and the man in black were fighting.

The sound of booming was endless. Every time Qi Jianxin made a move to confront the opponent head-on, the bones in his body would explode. Under the blessing of the magic blood, he exploded with strength far beyond his own level. At the same time, it also accelerated the speed of the magic blood eating him. body of.

After a hundred moves, Qi Jianxin's eyes were red, he couldn't tell who the person in front of him was, only one obsession supported him, to kill all those who broke into the Sword God Sect today.

Kill them all.

The speed of Qi Jianxin's moves became faster and faster, and the noise in his mind became louder and louder. The remaining bit of rationality had already predicted his own ending, but he had already made a choice, and he would never leave any room for it.

With a crackling sound, Qi Jianxin's palm blows off the hood of the man in black.

A pale face was exposed under the hood, Qi Jianxin was startled suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, blood oozes from his teeth, the madman's consciousness regained his sobriety for a moment, and then he was annihilated by deeper hatred.

"Yuchi Spring!!"