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That round of blood moon was constantly approaching, and almost instantly arrived in the area where Wang Wenyuan was.

And at this moment, a long knife slashed down from the high sky, cut through the vast sky, and pointed directly at the round of blood moon.

That long knife tried to cut the moon!

At the moment when the long knife and the blood moon collided, there was an explosion that was enough to overturn the entire sky, the wind was raging, the sand and rocks filled the sky, and the space exploded!

Endless dust covered that round of blood moon and long knife!

When the dust cleared, everyone was shocked!

Above that round of blood moon, a knife mark appeared in a very conspicuous part, and blood poured down like an ocean.

That saint was really beheaded!

The holy blood dripped and turned into a majestic rain of blood!

"Roar!"

"Who is it!"

The Holy Lord's roar of pain resounded throughout the heavens and the earth, and the wind and clouds were stirred!

The next moment, an angry shout immediately sounded:

"This is Huaxia, all evils should be killed!"

A sage dressed in a black cloak stepped on military boots!

The endless corpse mountain and sea of blood seemed to appear in everyone's eyes in an instant.

The aura of slaughter pervaded between heaven and earth.

"Slash Shenwei! Zhang Wentian!

A voice full of resentment sounded again, and the Holy Lord's eyes were constantly dripping blood, but even so, he was still staring at the man in black in front of him.

"Shouldn't you slaughtering saints confront the heavens and races at the junction of Huaxia and Tianyuan at this moment!"

"Aren't you afraid that the battlefield of the ten thousand races will be breached, so that the saints and even the gods of the heavens and races will enter the hinterland of the human race?"

"How can my Huaxia Tianjiao be killed by Er and other evil demons, how can my Huaxia territory be trampled by Er and other evil demons!" Zhang Wentian's black cloak hunted and moved, and the long knife in his hand swung out again!

Seeing this situation, the Holy Lord already understood that if Zhang Wentian could not be killed, today's assassination of Wang Wenyuan would inevitably end in failure.

Since that's the case, let's fight!

The Holy Lord's body quickly turned into a blood shadow, and a long sword in his hand that exuded the aura of death appeared, glowing with a faint blue light.

Zhang Wentian's forehead was like a dragon-like green tendon root burst out, and the spiritual power in the spiritual sea surged towards the long knife in his hand at an unbelievable speed.

The Holy Lord smiled cruelly, not to be outdone, endless dead spirits gathered from all directions of heaven and earth, condensing a blood-colored sword spirit on top of his blue-glowing long sword!

The sword collided with each other, trembling violently, emitting a blinding light, illuminating the world that was originally plunged into eternal night!

The deafening roar continued to sound, and the momentum reached its peak!

The fight between the two continued, and in just the blink of an eye, countless sword shadows and sword shadows were swung out!

The battle between Saint Realm Venerables had reached the point of destroying the heavens and the earth!

Even the three Haotian Realm powerhouses who were only one step away from the Holy Realm and Ye Yaqing, who could match them, could not interfere.

With their strength, even if they were just swept away by the aftermath of the sage's fight, they would inevitably be hit hard!

Ye Yaqing and the three Hao Heaven Realm powerhouses confronted each other.

At the moment, the victory or defeat between them is no longer enough to affect the next situation.

Only when the great battle between the saints ends, will everything be closed!

The confrontation between Zhang Wentian and the Holy Lord had already reached a fever pitch.

Countless scars have been imprinted on their bodies.

Even with the almost heaven-defying physical strength and recovery ability of the Saint Realm Venerable, there was no time to repair their bodies.

Often the moment an injury is repaired, the sword will add up again, leaving dozens of hundreds of scars!

"Slay the evil devil today!"

Zhang Wentian almost roared, and the long knife in his hand was also thrown towards the heavenly dome.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed!

Countless spiritual powers gathered from between this heaven and earth, and then condensed on the long knife.

A sword shadow that is enough to cover the sky is here!

"Chop!"

As this voice containing boundless killing aura sounded, the long knife descended from the sky and fell straight into the head of the Holy Lord.

Under the shadow of the sword that was enough to destroy everything, the dead spirits beside the Holy Lord dissipated one after another.

The long sword with a faint blue light in his hand also exploded violently after a violent shock, turning into debris in the sky and falling in all directions.

The Holy Lord's chest was also cut open with a knife mark, almost completely penetrated, and endless blood sprayed.

Seeing this situation, Ye Yaqing's face was delighted, while the three Haotian Realm powerhouses almost subconsciously fled towards the distance.

It seemed that Zhang Wentian had completely killed the Holy Lord, but Zhang Wentian's face became gloomy with the naked eye.

The Holy Lord, whose body was cut off, laughed almost maniacally!

He used the powerful divine sense of the Holy Realm to instantly cut off the five fingers of his left hand.

The ring worn on the top of the five fingers burst open.

Countless phantoms fell one after another.

Zhang Wentian looked at the falling phantom, and his face suddenly became more gloomy.

Those phantoms are....

Person!

Real Terrans!

Hundreds of thousands of people are crying and wailing.

And the long swords, which had originally turned into debris in the sky, were like invitations from the god of death, quickly harvesting their lives!

Not only that, but more long sword fragments were like overwhelming arrows, directly shooting at the three Haotian Realm powerhouses who were fleeing quickly.

They tried to escape, but they couldn't have the courage to resist!

Mortal Dust and Holy Realm are not at all a level of beings!

In the end, as the fragments of the long sword streaked through, whether it was the hundreds of thousands of people who were hidden in the spirit ring by the Holy Lord, or the three Hao Heaven Realm powerhouses, they all fell in an instant!

And after they died, they quickly turned into one after another of the dead spirits, surrounding the Holy Lord!

The dead are still fearful and weeping, but they cannot escape the reign of the Holy Lord.

Under the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of dead souls, the body of the Holy Lord that had been cut in two was reunited together.

The scars that had been cut off by Zhang Wentian were also being repaired rapidly, and even with the sacrifice of those three Haotian Realm powerhouses, his strength was even stronger than in his heyday!

The Holy Lord smiled a little viciously, and his blood-red eyes were occupied by a cold glow!

He beckoned into the distance, and the dark blue longsword that had been shattered was condensed from the debris again.

The Holy Lord and the undead spirits surrounding him opened strange mouths at the same time!

That long sword is also swung by the trend!

This time, Zhang Wentian, who had the upper hand, was crushed by that long sword almost instantly, turning into a meteor and shooting into the distance!

Zhang Wentian lost!

The Sage is defeated!

Ye Yaqing's beautiful eyes slowly dimmed down, and the original brilliance had dissipated.

The Holy Lord, who had sacrificed hundreds of thousands of living beings and three Hao Heaven Realm powerhouses, was already unimaginably powerful!

Even Zhang Wentian who was a holy realm was defeated by him!

How many people in the world can match him!

After defeating Zhang Wentian, the Holy Lord who was armed with a long sword and surrounded by countless dead spirits did not have time to find out if he had truly fallen.

At this moment, his eyes were only Wang Wenyuan in the space in front of him.

As long as this sword is cut, then everything will come to an end!

The Holy Lord's long sword had not yet arrived, but the space where Wang Wenyuan was located had already exploded!

Brilliant and dazzling light shines on the heavens, and endless creatures are bathed in the glory of the gods.

And the source of that brilliance was Wang Wenyuan and the phantom behind him!

That phantom contained the breath of a true god!

With just a casual glance, he made the Holy Lord fall into the abyss!

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