Chapter 104:

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On the eleventh sea, the wind raging, the majestic spirits collided and broken on this infinite sea.
The talents of the four younger generations guarded the Quartet and fought against the 100,000 demon army, and the war of peerless power started in another space. These sages tear the space again and again, breaking the space again and again and tearing it again.
The small islands on the sea were affected by the power of the mighty people from the space, and the grounds sank on the bottom of the sea.
Even the boundless sea can accommodate everything, and it can be seen that these seawaters are rolled up by powerful forces to form a tornado tsunami, which is then evaporating and evaporating by more powerful forces.
Luo gradually kept on the position of the Qinglong, and was able to hear distant places and a burst of loud noise. He held the mysterious sword in his right hand and the bright blue jade beads in his left hand. His heart was already anxious, but it was very calm on the surface. He led the remaining more than 6,000 people behind him and continued to maintain this Quartet. .
The power on the bright jade beads continued to spread, and the blue lotus was lowered from the air, causing the tens of thousands of monsters to be crushed.
The longer the time passed, the more worried Luo was in his heart.
He didn't know which opponents the opponents of Xuan Lingzi met, but he knew that even if his master was repaired to be higher, even the sword was not in his hands, and his strength was greatly reduced. Under such circumstances, it is assumed that the mysterious spirit encounters the eternal ego... that situation will be very dangerous!
While Luo is gradually anxious, he listens to it!
The Mingguang Qingyu beads shivered slightly, and a little white light shone from the slit that the beads split. Luo gradually cleared his eyes, and turned his hand and took the Mingguang Qingyuzhu back. At the same time, he lifted the black spirit sword and pulled the sword out easily.
Hey!
A slender and sleek sword shone in the sunlight, as if it were cast by cold ice, and the sword was covered with cool cold light. It is not as warm as the bright jade beads. When the Taihua sword is out of the sheath, it sharply sharpens and cuts the air, giving out a very fine sword.
The monk on the side looked at this scene in a strange way and asked: "Lodao friends, are you?"
Luo gradually raised his brow and his tone calmly said: "This sword of my master is also a half fairy, enough to deal with."
The monk originally wanted to ask something more, but when he looked at Luo’s appearance, he had to take his own problems back.
Luo gradually lifted the black spirit sword, the sword refers to the monster, whenever he waves the sword, the sword light will sweep through a large army of monsters, cutting the heads of countless monsters. Ten heads and eight-order monsters saw the situation, roaring and rushing toward Luo, and Luo gradually cleared to an enemy ten, not afraid.
Not to mention that he is now a repair of the robbery period, even if he is still a fit period, and will never fear the four monsters who are also in the same period.
In the past, one minute and one second, Luo gradually cleared the battle to numbness.
The exhaustion of a war is not necessarily the hardship of war, nor the difficulty of war, but the torture of the will of the people that this war continues. Luo gradually felt that he must have killed more than 10,000 monsters, perhaps 20,000. However, the army of the beasts of the Ukrainian pressure seems to kill and kill, and kill one and two, kill two and four!
Luo gradually cleared the mysterious sword for countless times, and cut off the head of twenty-three monsters again.
While he was about to swing the sword again, he heard a sound of wind breaking from a distance. He blinked and looked at it quickly. I saw a white figure flying from the distant sea and sky, and quickly came to myself.
The man's figure is not burly tall, but his right hand is holding a huge white wolf.
Luo gradually cleared his eyes and looked at the appearance of this person. When this person appeared, those middle-level monsters all stunned back, and the ground-level monsters were also shaken back and forth by the powerful pressure of the other side.
I saw the right hand of the mysterious spirit, the white wolf that was covered in blood was thrown at the sea level, and I did not know what spells were applied. The giant wolf was lying on the sea, and all the blood was bleeding.
Luo gradually looked at this familiar white wolf and recognized who it was at first sight.
However, he had not had a surprise before, and when he looked up, he saw Xuan Lingzi fly to himself.
A clear and beautiful face was stained with a little blood. Luo gradually cleared his eyes from the face of Xuan Lingzi to his chin, and finally stopped at his left shoulder. The whole person was shocked and then subconsciously said: Master, you are hurt!" said, Luo gradually cleared the Xuan Lingzi.
A white robe has been wet with blood, and the mottled blood is lined with pure white robes. It is shocking.
Xuan Lingzi shakes his head: "There is no big deal."
Luo gradually tightened his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and finally did not say anything in front of so many people.
At this point, the battle has lasted for eighteen days.
Qinglong gained the first victory. There was a mysterious spirit. Luo gradually cleared the Qinglong array and captured all the remaining thousands of monsters. Among them, there are three thousand monsters being shackled under the sword, and there are tens of thousands of monsters surrendering directly, no intention to fight again.
At the same time, in the Xuanwu position, the criminal danger met the Xuanwu array controlled by the monks of the Yuanzong, and there was no way.
You hit them, they just sit down and chanting; you try to beat them all, they still sit down and chanting!
A basaltic array, by this group of monks, has become a thoroughly tortoise shell, not to mention whether it can be broken, even the injury is impossible.
The criminal crisis only cost a lot of spiritual power. After three days of fighting, there was no injury. The monks headed by the Master of Spirits also confessed to the Buddha and did not take the initiative to attack.
As for the White Tigers, the situation is a lot more critical.
The Bai family ancestors are the only peers of the Eight Great Family to achieve the great perfection of the Mahayana era. In the Terran, his strength can also rank fifth. But now in front of him, it is the demon statue!
Yin Ji, although it is the end of the four demon statues, but with her research on the formation and her many tricks, it can be said that it is the most difficult one among the four demon statues.
Today's comprehension world, in addition to the deceased demon statue, the longest is the white family ancestors. However, compared with Yin Ji, the white family ancestors are only a younger generation. A thousand years ago, Yin Ji was shining on the battlefields of the two races.
When fighting with the criminal crisis, the white family ancestors waved a long gun, transformed into a white phoenix, whistling to Yinji. Although it is impossible to win, with the help of the Quartet, the white family ancestors can barely fight with Yin Ji, dragging her footsteps, so that she can not succeed.
However, no matter what kind of attack the white ancestor made, Yin Ji can immediately find the simplest way to resist his attack. Whenever the snake tail slammed hard, the nearly 10,000 monks in the white tiger's position became tight, and they were always worried that Yin Ji would break the square.
And throughout the eleventh sea, the most anxious battle situation is the Suzaku.
The eternal age is in the depths of the demon world. It is rarely violent. But no one dares to look down on him. More than a thousand years ago, when the demon and the heavenly demon were respected, the only old man was only the peak of the earth. At that time, the heavenly demon statue gave him a few faces.
Nowadays, the eternal elders have already entered the heavens.
This white-haired old man with a hunchback stood in front of the repair of nearly 10,000 people, and raised the yellow cane in his hand and moved it gently. The singer of the singer and the other sages joined forces to resist, and they were only able to barely block the attack of the eternal old man, and slightly occupied the disadvantage.
This big battle is a war of attrition. The eternal demon power is endless, and the source is continuous. The singer of the singer is gradually showing signs of decline. In the long run, the eternal self will be able to defeat this Suzaku's formation, thus breaking the four-party set.
The singularity of the old man is calm, and the heroic spirit is instilled in this boundless sea, attacking the Terran army headed by the Xing Xingzi. On the evening of the day, as usual, he attacked unhurriedly and saved his strength until he suddenly moved his eyes and looked at the direction of the east with a strange look.
The demon army that attacked the Qinglong position was defeated!
The brows of the old-fashioned brows wrinkled tightly. He screamed and suddenly retracted his crutches and punched his right hand. At this moment, all the people found that when the robes of the old man slowly fell from the wrist, the muscles hidden in his clothes were so strong!
The huge muscles are lumpy, and the fierce strength is full of visual impact, making everyone stunned.
"Wanmu vine, this is the only one!"
Rumble!
The horrible demon power formed a huge mountain in the air, covering the sky!
Thousands of monks on the sea looked at the giant mountain in horror, only to see that the dark demon power formed a giant hand at the bottom of the mountain! It is said that it is a mountain. In fact, it is more like a big hand condensed by a rock. There is a mountain on the back of the hand that does not see the top of the mountain. The palm of the hand is straight to the thousands of monks.
Qi Xingzi's eyes narrowed and shouted: "Clouds, swords come!"
Zuo Yunmo immediately took the Taihua sword, and the star of the star was held by the right hand. The Taihua sword turned into a streamer and flew to his palm.
The sorcerer of the old white hair holds a long sword and fights with this giant mountain with only one person and one sword.
"Qingyang is the order, and Taihua is the sword."
I saw a huge sword shadow appearing from the Taihua sword. This sword has a hundred feet wide and a long length. When this sword shadow formed, there was a thunder in the sky, a silvery white thunder fell from the sky, squatting on the sword, making the imaginary sword shadow become a real thing, exuding the majesty. .
"Taihua sword third style, running thunder and blue sky!"
When the mountain collided with the giant sword, the sea was shaken by a vacuum of a hundred feet. Numerous monks went backwards and backwards, and the left-wing ink, which was only the late stage of the fit, almost fell out of the center of Suzaku. However, he bit his teeth and blocked his body with his own sword. Stabilize the body in the shock wave.
This collision, the giant sword broke through the mountains, but the sword shadow also instantly shattered.
The star of the singer spurted out a blood, and the old man was pale and his lips bleed.
The left cloud ink behind the star is even like a gold paper. He licks his lips tightly, but he listens to "咔嚓-", and the long sword in his hand is broken and becomes a piece!
Xing Xingzi turned around in amazement: "Clouds!"
The blood continued to flow from the mouth of Zuo Yunmo. He raised his hand to wipe the blood, but the blood continued to flow down. Zuo Yunmo turned his hand and took out a medicinal herb from the Nayong, and swallowed it directly. He slightly smacked his lips and showed a gentle smile. He said with a hoarse voice: "Master, disciple... nothing."
The sword is broken, how can it be okay?
But now, whether you can hold the Suzaku position is more important than the injury of a late monk.
Xing Xingzi was also unable to see the injury of Zuo Yunmo. He lifted the Taihua sword and once again confronted the old man. The two smashed back and forth in the void space, breaking the space and fighting constantly on the eleventh sea.
Qi Xingzi couldn't compete with the singularity of the old man. He saw the opportunity to find a good time and directly attacked Zuo Yunmo.
Just between this electric light flint!
A golden sword light rushed from the distant sky, smashed the sea, collided with the demon attack of the old man, and shattered together.
When he was alone, he turned his head slowly and looked at the people.
On the left shoulder of Xuan Lingzi, there are three paw prints of deep visible bones, but his expression is very calm, and the eyes look at the white-haired old man in front of him, faintly said: "There is no end to the age, the general trend has been set."
The singular gaze of the old man turned around in the Xuan Lingzi and the Tsing Yi monk next to him. Then he said quietly: "If the Jin is still there, this ending will never be like this."
Xuan Lingzi said: "But he is not there."
I was so silent for a long time, and finally sighed and turned to look at the many monsters that stayed behind me. Then he looked down at the sea again, those monsters that had not been crushed by the pressure of himself and the stars, and for a long time, he looked up and looked at the black spirit, saying: "The demon defeat, the human race wins. ""
In just six words, in the sea breeze, the whistling and annihilation.
Luo gradually cleared his eyes and only felt that he had just heard something wrong. He didn't seem to grasp any key words, and it seemed that he just heard an illusion.
Xuan Lingzi turned to look at his own children, and squinted his lips, and a rare smile appeared, and soon hidden. He looked at the eternal age and said: "I am a human being, it is not victory."
The singularity of the old man is so heavy: "What is it?"
Xuan Lingzi’s right hand was lifted, and a huge white giant wolf appeared in his hands.
The singularity of the old man’s pupils has not yet been opened, but he has only heard the mysterious son’s words:
What the Terran wants is that the Yaozu no longer has the power to fight back.

"Xuan Lingzi, dare!"
boom!
The golden sword light passed through the back of the giant wolf and then pulled out from the chest. The scarred white wolf stunned and shook his eyes openly, looking at the arrogance of his face.
"Heaven...Heaven..."
The singularity of the old man was flushed and angrily snarled: "Xuan Lingzi!"
The giant wolf looked at the old man with a dull look and found that the latter did not pay attention to himself. He only looked at the person who crushed his demon with resentful eyes. The giant wolf was silent for a moment, a white light flashed, turned into an adult shape, and fell into the sea.
Xuan Lingzi took up the long sword and pointed to the singularity of the old man. The eyebrows said coldly: "In addition to the demon scorpion, I am a human being, but also a dangerous demon."
On this day, Luo gradually became afraid that he would never forget his life.
The Yaozu and the Terran have fought for many years, and the elite geniuses between the two races have suffered countless deaths and injuries.
Tens of thousands of years ago, there were nearly a hundred days of demon in the Yaozu, and countless people in the Terran could become immortals. But now, on the entire Xuantian continent, there is only one person who is a mysterious monk, and the heavenly demon is only one.
No one knows why the war started, only knowing that once this war begins, it cannot stop.
Not only for resources, but also for the hundreds of millions of compatriots who died between the two communities.
When the night falls, the Terran wins. Xuan Lingzi’s sword pierced the demon’s demon, forced