Chapter 964: Nowhere is a sword everywhere

"Da Zi Tian Tian Zun?"
"...Is the Demon Army coming?"
After seeing such a paradoxic army appearing to the extreme, the Qingyang Sect disciple was stunned and overjoyed.
For the disciples of Qingyang Sect, seeing any large army appears better than seeing the appearance of such a large army of demons. The reason is that there is no other. This is originally on the Tianyuan Continent. power!
In these three thousand years of continuous battle with demons and protoss, this Heavenly Demon Army did not know how much meritorious service. They often appeared suddenly in a place, like an assassin, simply neat, killing, but they left The killers are often the people who are most critical to the situation of a certain party, and in the past three thousand years, they have shot countless times, and almost never missed. Over time, for this mysterious army, it has become the heart of Tianyuan monks legend!
For Qingyang Sect, this magic army is even more legendary, because there have been several times. When Qingyang Sect encountered a dangerous situation, he got help from this magic army. I don’t know if it was intentional or unintentional. However, it was true that the demon army helped Qingyang several times, so the disciples of the Qingyang Sect were also close to this demon army, and they had a kind of unspeakable trust. When they saw this, they were naturally happy.
"This time Xianmeng really moved..."
And seeing the emergence of this demon army, between the ten days of the magic ground, countless people were chilling.
The army that was surging just now has some shrinking meaning.
But the matter has come to this point, there are still a large army of various parties appearing in the distance, each holding one, and rushing forward.
Numerous Confucian scholars stepped on the detailed cloud and came from the sky. The first old man in a white robe was born with an old face and white hair, with a sense of freedom on his face. All the practitioners recognized that this was Langya Patriarch Bai Youran, who is like a scholar, rarely fights against people in person, but now, at this time, he came over and personally led various scholars to fight against the magic army.
There was an army of armored men, each holding a powerful magic weapon. This was a monk from Leizhou.
Some drove the dharma boat, and the surrounding water was so monstrous that a monk appeared like he was driving in the sea.
Even a demon army came at this time, this is the demon domain sent people to fill up.
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The last to appear in the void are dozens of old men wearing wide robes and big sleeves. These old men look like scattered immortals, do not command the army, but with an invisible momentum, they finally appeared Then, he strode forward directly on the void, and the forces in front of him naturally gave them a way out. It seems that everyone recognized their qualification to talk to the magic land. The reason is very simple. These old people, It is now the oldest and most powerful saint of the Xianmeng.
If today's pattern changes early, Xianmeng is not a former Xianmeng.
The former Xianmeng, monitoring the world, and dominating the world, but later, the power of the world soared, the situation was too chaotic, Xianmeng lost its momentum, and Xianmeng did not try to regain anything, but instead took advantage of the situation and placed himself in Liaison and co-ordination position.
As a result, the power of Xianmeng was naturally greatly reduced, but the importance was even stronger.
Today, the great saint of Xianmeng is an old man with a tattered shirt but a confident and hearty smile, lazily clinging to a blue stick, slowly surrounded by the cultivation Came to the front of the army.
"Even you old turtles are willing to come over..."
Looking at the Great Saint of Xianmeng, a somber voice rang from behind the monster.
"It seems that this time, Xiandao really wants to fight with us and lose both sides..."
When this sound sounded, the black smoke billowed in the void, rising rapidly, but like a hood of smoke, transformed into a huge demon figure, floating in the air, and finally transformed into a void sitting on the black king's chair Shadow, two eyes like substance, shot out from the black mist, coldly swept across the forces against the monster army, and there was no joy in the voice.
"The catastrophe is coming, you should not stay in the world anymore!"
The Xianmeng Great Sage laughed softly and slowly waved the blue bamboo stick in his hand.
He said: "So you should also know that this day will always come!"
The dark shadow snorted coldly and said, "What I don't know is, are you really ready to pay this price?"
Xianmeng Jiang Shengren listened to this remark, but only smiled without a word, playing with bamboo sticks in his hand.
And the black shadow transformed by the smoke of the canopy was two eyes that looked as if they were substance, and when the sound rang loudly, it seemed to bring an unspeakable depressive color: "Three thousand years ago, we only It’s almost a line, and we haven’t been able to take the world. Since then, we know that the general trend is gone, and we know that you will come before this big catastrophe. However, this seat just wants to ask you a sentence, even if the magic land is not as good as fairy roads today. , But how much do you have to pay to destroy us?"
"After paying such a big price, how much confidence do you have to deal with the catastrophe?"
That dark shadow, or what the demon master incarnate said, all the disciples around the messenger felt depressed.
Obviously, this devil is very sober.
He didn't say anything invincible, and he would definitely defeat the words of Immortal Dao and the like.
He knows very well that now the Immortal Dao is prosperous, not to mention the ten Immortal Dao, even the ordinary Taoism and family of all parties, after three thousand years of warfare, they are all doubled, so the magic land of today is certainly not Immortal Dao. 'S opponent, but what he said is that the destruction of the magic land would cost Xiandao, he was only betting that Xiandao would dare to pay this price!
"A similar choice, in fact, the predecessors who did it three thousand years ago did it!"
Xianmeng Jiang Shengren listened to the Demon Lord's words and slowly raised his head. The expression on his face seemed to be very relaxed, but there seemed to be a hint of pride: "The situation they faced at that time was more dangerous than ours. In the great world, there is not even a Mahayana monk, the chaos of the devil is far better than today, but they still made a decision, they..."
His old eyes slowly turned and looked around, as if he saw the shadow of the people who fought in this place three thousand years ago, and sighed, "They are here, fighting the deity, and pulling away with their own lives. The prelude to these three thousand years of war!"
"Since they can start this war for the sake of the world, why don't we end this war?"
"after all……"
Jiang Shengren slowly put his hands behind his back, smiled in a low voice, and said: "Now the world is already very powerful!"
Above the incarnation of the demon master, the endless magic breath suddenly surged.
At this time, Jiang Shengren laughed more calmly: "It is so powerful that it will destroy your magic land, and it will not suffer too much loss!"
What this said is really a bit overbearing and self-confident, and even the devil was silent after hearing it.
His gasping voice was heavy and turbid, and it could be discerned from it, the suppressed anger in him.
"Xiandao is really powerful, but it has not yet been able to reverse the situation of Tianyuan with its own strength..."
It took a long time for the devil’s voice to sound loudly: "Since I’m waiting for something to be done today, I’m going to look at it. After the arrival of the Protoss reinforcements, inside and outside, I’ll wait for the world, and finally there will be left. How many people are going to fight against the catastrophe..."
Looking at the devil's hysterical look, Jiang Shengren laughed softly.
"You have been pulling the Protoss magically for a long time..."
Jiang Shengren didn't speak, but there was a voice in the distant sky.
The rolling magic breath opened the side, revealing a fairy army in golden armor.
In the fairy army, surrounded by a throne, the bead curtain hung down. Only when the action was made, the bead curtain swayed to make people see. Inside the throne, a woman in a red robe was sitting. She was white. Hair, but his face is still very beautiful, with a dragon crown on his head, his own invisible spirit, swaying imperial majesty, and squinting, as if all the world is in the palm.
In response to the devil's words, she answered slowly from far and near: "It's a pity that this time I'm afraid I won't let you do it. In these three thousand years, even if the Protoss and you are allied, it's just that they are worried that they will be destroyed by the Celestial Dao. That’s all, but now that the catastrophe is coming, they will also worry that your magic land will once again be strong, destroying the world, and leaving them nowhere to live..."
The demon avatar froze slightly, and he shouted: "They are not afraid of the demolition of the devil, their next turn is their turn?"
"afraid!"
The woman above the throne spoke softly: "So I just represented Xiandao and signed a contract with them!"
"contract?"
The devil was silent for a long time before two words squeezed out of his teeth.
Although there are only two words, it seems to indicate a lot of doubts and puzzles.
How can a fairy and a clan reach a contract?
Really speaking, the enmity between Immortal Dao and Protoss is even greater, because the disaster of Tianyuan, the root cause of all scourges, comes from the Protoss, that is, they reduced the tribute to Tianyuan, and they harmed Tianyuan from generation to generation, And this is also the reason why the Protoss must join forces with the magic land. Do they really believe that without the magic land, they can coexist peacefully with the fairy land?
"They are humans after all!"
The emperor on the throne spoke softly, as if with some sarcasm: "As long as it is human, there is room for discussion, but you are different..." she said, and there seemed to be more sarcasm in her smile The meaning, said: "You used to be human, but now you are just a dead person, which is different from our choice, so when the time comes, you must of course clear you first!"
"Well said……"
When the Emperor Jiu Zhongtian said this easily, a voice came from the West.
The master of the voice seemed to be coming with the empress.
When Xiu looked to the west, he saw a group of golden lights shining, just like a round of big sun jumping out of the black mist. Looking closely, you can see that in the golden cloud, there are rows of golden armor soldiers. It is different from the monks of Immortal Dao. They seem to be born with a kind of inconsistency with this world, even if they have been in the world for three thousand years, it still does not seem to belong to the world.
The Protoss Army is also here!
As the Emperor Jiu Zhongtian said, they have signed a contract.
Now that the contract is signed, then the Protoss must of course come and do their best!
This is not the contest of the situation of Tianyuan, this is the contest of the birth and death of the reincarnated souls of darkness!
"Is it still necessary to do this step?"
The devil was silent for a long time. He didn’t question the Alliance’s three-thousand-year-old protoss who suddenly betrayed. It seemed that he accepted the Nineth Heaven Emperor completely. He just sighed heavily, and then slowly raised his head, frustrated. The resentful look swept away from all sides, and finally in a certain direction, it was difficult to notice a slight stop, and swept away.
Then, he said solemnly: "Look at who this world belongs to!"
Having said that, he raised his hand and then fell heavily.
"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"
Also at this time, behind the forces of Immortal Dao, suddenly came the Shen Shen drum.
It was the war drum of the devil's edge, and now it sounded in the magic land of Youzhou, with a loud voice, like a sullen thunder outside the sky.
"kill!"
All the priests and holy monks in the field shouted in unison after hearing this drum sound.
Afterwards, countless immortal treasures burst into pieces, and all the monks of the Confucian monks swelled their mana together, intertwined, and formed a fierce gust of wind, which stretched across the battlefield. Even the ubiquitous magic breath was torn apart by this violent wind, countless people, the black pressure and pressure became a line, the choppy waves rolled forward.
Seeing the restless monsters, they roared in unison, and they greeted them forward.
Among the monsters, Dao Dao's violent figure shook, but all the demons were also rushing forward at this time.
However, the other party has magical demeanor, and the fairy road side also has various powers.
All of them were calm and calm, each looking for an enemy and ushered in, and the magical channel of the gods spread out and fought with each other.
Together with the war, it is dying and dying.
Qingyang Road Master Lu Qingguan, Forgotten Island Wu Fei's ancestors, Eight Wasteland Lord Wei Longjue, Great Freedom Demon Venerable, White Fox Sword Head and others, all shot without a word, confronted in this magical world Mohou, the more they reached this time, the more they showed their whole world, and they resisted the rolling magic breath around them, but they did not fall in the face of Mohou.
In addition to them, there are also some people who just watched the battle at this time, and did not immediately rush to shoot, just like Sun Shijin, a counselor in the Demon Army, then he smoked a cigarette and looked at this with a smile. In a big battle, don't worry at all.
Bai Youran, the owner of Langya Pavilion, was only sitting in the carriage at this time, deducing the changes in this battle formation.
Obviously, the magic land was prepared for this battle, and all the monsters of all parties were condemned. But as Jiang Shengren said, the gap is the gap. Today’s fairy power is too strong, even if it is so strong, It is still not a magic land that can bear it. This battle, from the beginning, gradually realized the gap. The side of the fairy road has already been crushed.
It seems that this cancer, which has been persistent in Tianyuan for three thousand years, is really going to be pulled out in this war...
"laugh……"
The mortal evil spirit wearing a human skin cloak is more than a hundred battles with the sword head of the white fox in the Xijianchi, and he is invincible. He untied the human skin cloak behind him and opened a hood into the air. Above the cloak, there are countless At the same time, the man exposed his pain, and then opened his mouth wide and swallowed the magical breath around. With the more and more swallowed magical breath, the power of the Wanhua Magical Evil is getting stronger and stronger, and the figure is more The taller it is, the tallest at the end, like a giant in the sky...
With a bang, he punched forward, squeezing the void, and it seemed that the world and the world would shatter.
But the head of the white fox sword greeted the sword, but it was only a calm expression, and then a sword slowly cut forward.
He holds a black sword in his hand!
When his sword slowly cut forward, this black sword suddenly became more and more faint, like melting ice.
When his sword was cut out, the sword disappeared completely.
But between heaven and earth, at the same time, there was an endless sword, which seemed to disappear into his hand, but at the same time, it became a ubiquitous sword between heaven and earth. At this moment, the wind It’s a sword, the cloud is a sword, the gravel on the ground is a sword, and the debris of the monsters that surround the sword field is a sword~EbookFREE.me~ Even the dark magic breath that rushes into the magic field has become his sword……
Wanhua Mozun's punch was extremely heavy, but before he hit the head of the White Fox, he stopped slowly.
Suddenly, there were countless wounds on his body, more and more, and more and more dense.
Baihu sword head ignored him and turned to the next opponent.
Behind him, Wan Hua Mozun's figure trembles. I don't know how long it has passed, and suddenly his figure collapsed, like a collapsed house.
All this seems to be in the calculation of the white fox sword head, not surprised at all.
At this time, he slowly looked up at the sky and muttered to himself: "You ask for the sword, and I also ask for the sword. You ask for only one sword between heaven and earth, but what I ask is between heaven and earth, Everything is a sword, I am a little unwilling, and I don’t know if you are still here. Otherwise, I will have to talk to you about the wine and let you comment on the swordsmanship that I struggled with..."
After a long time, he sighed: "I haven't had a drink in a long time!"