Chapter 67: The man who broke the sky

"Bold!"
"court death!"
"Fate!"
The power of silence has attracted the attention of more Ten Thousand Demon Sect warriors. They thought that the three heaven-removing realms would be enough to contain these "rebellious thieves". Unexpectedly, they were all killed by silence with one mask.
While the devilish energy was tumbling, countless warriors came out of the lofty mountains. Before the people arrived, powerful martial arts would flood the world.
In such a severe situation, the Qian family elders and others had no time to think, so they had to bite the bullet and greet them.
The ordinary Huaqi realm warriors looked blank, and they had also heard about the Zidang Mountains. They originally thought that this trip was converging with the Three Devils, and they didn't want to suddenly change such a situation.
This makes them puzzled, isn't Senior Brother Shen's personal disciple of the Supreme Elder of Ten Thousand Demon Sect, just kill some Ten Thousand Demon Sect warriors before.
But at this time, why did you play against the Three Demon?
Silence didn't care about their thoughts. Under the general situation, the warriors of the Huaqi realm couldn't make much waves. Only the Xuanyuan realm was qualified to let Silence pay attention.
As long as he controlled all the Xuanyuan realm martial artists, he would wait to control this army of martial artists composed of individual travelers!
Among them, it is not that no one wants to surrender to the enemy, but the silent sword is not a display.
He didn't make a move, independent of everyone, but the tip of the sword was only facing the old man of the Qian family and others. Whenever he found the slightest strangeness, he would leave with his sword without hesitation.
After Zhou Qianshan's thousand years of insights, Silent's understanding of the Xuan-level high-grade purple light step was rapid. Yesterday, it reached the level of perfection, a step of fifty miles away.
Even if it is an ordinary martial artist in the second-tier heaven, it is difficult to achieve such a speed with all his best!
In addition, after absorbing Zheng Feng and others' cultivation base, he has already broken through the eighth-layer cultivation base of the Xuanyuan realm. In terms of the strength of the true essence, it is by no means weaker than the ordinary Xuanyuan realm one-layer warrior. If he fights with Peng Luohai again , He can kill it with a single sword!
At this moment, he alone is enough to control the entire battlefield!
"As a disciple of the Ziyun Sect, I have no shame in my heart..."
Silently took out the two long swords, which were the portable sabers of Xu Ying and Lin Tianheng. He had promised that after rescuing Shen Beiwang, he would go to the Zidang Mountains to rescue the Ziyunzong disciples.
Now he is here.
"Tenth in the Qianlong list, I heard that you are so amazing that you are not losing to me... Lin Ran, don't let me down!"
Silent eyes flickered, and lightning flashed under his feet. When he reappeared, he was already eighteen miles away. Jian Guang picked up a person's head, causing the old Qian family and others who had been distracted to pay attention to him to tremble again.
There was a heart to betray, but after all, he was unable to speak out.
From Yaoshan Village to Zishan City, the most difficult steps have been taken, how can silence allow one to make a mistake in the end?
Although he is not an excellent leader, he must be a qualified military guard.
Once that thread is set off, it cannot be suppressed again!
After countless Ten Thousand Demon Sect warriors had direct contact with the old man of the Qian family and others, the heart of the old man of the Qian family sank to the bottom. He didn't dare to have any more thoughts, and only focused on killing the enemy.
Because he knows that on the battlefield where the dead are like mowing grass, a little hesitation will make him fall into a situation where he cannot be recovered.
When the blood stained everyone's eyes, the silence ceased to monitor the army, and he looked deeper into the Zidang Mountain Range.
The blazing blood has broken through the gloomy sky, and the swords of five thousand people forced the Ten Thousand Demon Sect to send more warriors to quell the chaos. The unbelievable plight of the besieging Ziyun Sect disciples has pulled out a huge hole within sight. .
The wispy afternoon sun, through the opening, filled with countless heaven and earth vitality.
"That is……"
The disciple of Ziyunzong looked at the light that suddenly appeared, his eyes were startled, he felt the long-lost warm energy, and couldn't help but burst into tears.
On the highest peak of the Zidang Mountain Range, the Three Devil's eyes moved away from Lin Ran for the first time, and suddenly stared at the broken opening, with gloomy eyes.
A true disciple of Ten Thousand Demon Sect came forward and explained the situation nervously.
The Three Devils stretched out one hand and smashed the neck of the true disciple of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, his eyes were blue.
"Shen Zhenchuan?!"
As for the turmoil caused by silence in Lingnan County, the Three Devils have never heard of it, but they have never cared about it. What if silence is really passed on by a certain elder of the sect?
Does he need to care if he is personally passed on by the master? !
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if the silent identity is suspicious, he deliberately took five thousand warriors to die, what is his business?
When the Ziyun Sect is destroyed, it is the first-class merit, five thousand warriors... Don't say that they are just individual martial artists who take refuge in the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, so why not be a true disciple of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect?
As long as he lives, the battle of Lingnan County will be won, and it doesn't matter if the rest of the people die!
But the Three Devils never expected that the goal of silence was not to attack the city, nor to kill the five thousand people, but...to be bold enough to lead his Ten Thousand Demon Sect martial artist to attack his Ten Thousand Demon Sect disciple? !
"Who is helping me Ziyun Sect?"
In the Ziyun Temple of Ziyun Sect, Lu Shandao was overjoyed and laughed happily. When the disciples of Ziyun Sect were besieged, he contacted the other nine sects and some of the incense-loving forces accumulated by Ziyun Sect for thousands of years, and even contacted them. I passed Han Yu, but there was no answer.
He has stayed here for this period of time, not paying attention to external events, so he doesn't know that Silence has led his army to the Zidang Mountains.
Originally, Lu Shandao had already prepared for the death of the fish and the net. I don't want to, when Lin Ran's third decisive battle is approaching, there will be reinforcements!
That ray of sunlight not only shone on the dark Zidang Mountain Range, but also on all the Ziyun Sect disciples. It also shone on the Ziyun Hall, Lu Shandao and all the elders of Ziyun Sect. .
"The sky is not dead, my Ziyun Sect!" High in the sky, Morey laughed, tears criss-crossed.
Yu Du, the elder of Ten Thousand Demon Sect, had a pale face, and his murderous intent was overwhelming.
"The ants are so bold?" In the depths of the Zidang Mountains, the long-winded Xun Zhimo suddenly patted the table, and together with the vaguely steamed teapot, it turned into powder with a gloomy look.
"Brother Xun, please respect yourself."
Han Yu still had a cup of tea in his hand, and he drank it, and smiled slightly.
"Zongmen... finally came to save us?"
The still alive Ziyunzong disciple looked at the "sky curtain" that had broken open, and couldn't help but get up, staring nervously there.
If you can live, who wants to die?
Lin Ran, who used Yu Xiu to burn his life to heal his wounds, also opened his eyes and looked away.
Under the eyes of everyone, there was a person bathing in the sun in the broken sky, and his slender figure stood upright, so that everyone who saw it would have a sense of peace of mind.
"True disciple, silence, I have seen everyone in the same door!" Silent walked into this world, and Chao Lin Ran and all the Ziyun Sect disciples solemnly bowed their hands.
The flying purple clothes made all the Ziyun sect disciples tears in their eyes.