Lord of the Night

The sword's light shines brightly, penetrating the sky and the earth.

The entire land was illuminated by the light of the sword.

Everyone who saw the sword light felt their souls shaking, and their hearts were shocked beyond measure.

The entire Baiyun Martial Academy was shaking slightly.

"Master Jian has taken action! There is actually someone in this world who is worthy of Master Jian's action! And he drew his sword!"

The three of them were shocked.

But he shut up immediately and immediately cleaned up the room.

Now that Master Jian has taken action, this kind of thing has reached the extreme level of seriousness; and for such a major event, he and others are not qualified to be involved.

After collecting Wei Zihao's body, the three of them sighed.

This student is still not saved.

I didn't expect the rebellion to happen so quickly.

…

In the mountains and forests.

Jiang Wuwang carried the mummy on his back, his long whip turned into billowing dark clouds, his spiritual energy roared, and he frantically attacked Yang Luoyu in front of him.

The mummy lay weakly on top of him, as weak as if half of its life was gone.

In fact, half his life was lost.

The blood spirit awakening had already worked, but it was evaporated directly after it worked; the resurrection had just begun, but was forcibly interrupted.

This kind of injury caused the mummy to suffer unimaginable damage. The fact that it didn't turn into powder on the spot was a tribute to the accumulated achievements over the years.

Yang Luoyu, the flute of the Lord of Hell, was using all his strength to prevent Jiang Wuwang from leaving with the mummy. Every attack carried destructive power, just like the messenger of the Lord of Hell, waving the soul-enchanting chain in his hand.

The high-altitude battle between the two shattered the nearby clouds.

You advance and I retreat, you retreat and I advance.

Although Yang Luoyu's cultivation was slightly behind Jiang Wuwang, it was not difficult to contain him.

The mountains below were silent.

But both of them knew that in this mountain forest, there must be people from their side, and there must be people from the other side.

They are just waiting for the opportunity to take action.

The hurricane roared high in the sky, and the two of them went back and forth, fighting constantly. Taking action is a desperate move.

Slowly it was approaching a high mountain.

"Yang Luoyu, do you really want to die together!?"

Jiang Wuwang yelled loudly.

"Perish together, so what!?" Yang Luoyu said calmly: "Other than feeling a little guilty about dying together with you, Yang has no other regrets."

"Damn it, you crazy people!"

Jiang Wuwang was extremely angry.

Yang Luoyu was clearly not his opponent, but the gap between the two was definitely not a crushing situation.

And he was carrying the adults behind his back, so he had a lot of worries.

But in terms of speed, he was not as good as Yang Luoyu. Carrying a mummy is even worse.

As a last resort, when being fought by the opponent, he could only use the blood-burning technique once, which instantly increased his speed by ten times and increased the distance.

But Yang Luoyu was different this time. In the past, he knew he couldn't catch up, so he stopped chasing. But this time, he would rather burn the power of his soul and chase after him desperately.

When the blood-burning technique ends, Yang Luoyu uses time to close the distance and fight fiercely again!

"Damn, crazy, crazy!"

Jiang Wuwang cursed wildly and could only walk and fight all the way.

And he didn't dare to continue using the blood-burning technique, otherwise the loss would be too great, resulting in extremely slow speed.

At this moment, a sword light came from the east like a shooting star.

Yang Luoyu let out a long roar, and Yuxiao attacked with all her strength, tightly entangling Jiang Wuwang.

For a moment, it turned out to be a sacrificial approach.

"ah!!!"

Jiang Wuwang was heartbroken and took action with the Splitting Divine Whip.

He saw the sword light from a distance and knew who was coming.

If he is entangled by Yang Luoyu, then his head will really be lost here.

At this moment, from the forest below, a black light rushed into the sky and met the sword light.

"Ningxue Sword! Do you still recognize the Hundred Wars Sword?!"

Following a loud roar, followed by a loud bang, the sword light penetrated the sky and the earth, reflecting the heavens brightly.

On the opposite side, a long-handled sword appeared.

The handle of the knife is two feet long, and the blade is one and a half meters long.

At this moment, the sword buzzed and trembled in the air.

However, here comes the protector of the Solipsistic Sect, the Hundred Battle Sword, which ranks sixth in the weapon spectrum.

"Ranked sixth, with only a hundred battle swords, he actually dares to block my sword!"

The Ningxue Sword was raised up, with ice and snow on its face, and with a long roar, it took action again.

The four people fought in the air, and suddenly no one dared to approach them for thousands of miles.

…

This battle was fought in darkness.

Only my orthodox people fight and walk. People kept coming out to respond.

The masters on the Guardian side are constantly being joined by new masters, and they are in hot pursuit.

The fight lasted thousands of miles away, and it actually turned into a huge melee of weapons!

At the last moment...

finally.

At the most critical moment, the three sword rays of Ningxue Sword forced the Baizhan Sword several feet away. He raised a sword and penetrated Jiang Wuwang's shoulder. The moment Jiang Wuwang screamed and retreated in pain, the sword light flashed, and the sword Angry.

When you fall down, it's time to kill the mummy.

A matter of life and death.

The mummy suddenly raised its head from Jiang Wuwang's back. A pair of black hole-like eyes actually projected intense hatred and unwillingness.

"roll!"

A dry hand suddenly shot out a black light.

As soon as the black light came out, the whole world seemed to lose its color.

There was a bang.

The light of Ningxue Sword condensed into a beam of light, and he struck hard.

With a muffled groan, the Ningxue Sword was repulsed by the black light. His white clothes fluttered and he retreated thousands of feet in the air, but he laughed loudly: "The mission is completed, let's go!"

In the blink of an eye, the masters on the Guardian side retreated completely.

It has reached the Xinchu border.

Beyond that is the territory of Solipsism.

On the opposite side, countless black shadows were already flying into the sky, heading towards us to greet them.

"You must let that guy take action and fight you head-on! Even if you complete the mission!"

"If that guy never takes action, then you can kill a few casually, which will be beneficial to us!"

This is the mission given to Ningxue Sword by Dongfang Sansan!

Today, the mission is accomplished.

Watch the guardian retreat.

The mummy groaned on Jiang Wuwang's back, and then his whole body shrank, and even the bones seemed to have lost their vitality.

Silently, he lay on Jiang Wuwang again and made a click.

A few fingers naturally fell off the hand that was hanging down.

Then, the arms, arms, legs and feet all fell off naturally.

Jiang Wuwang was shocked.

He hurriedly took out a large piece of black cloth, wrapped the mummy completely in it, rushed down and retrieved the fingers. Then he roared and flew back with the others.

…

Distant mountain top.

Xue Fuxiao confronts Duan Xiyang with a knife.

Neither of them took action.

Even the sword intention and the spear intention are not intertwined. It seems that these two people are here just to show off.

After a while.

Xue Fuxiao said calmly: "Your people have gone back."

Duan Xiyang said in the same calm tone: "I'm back."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Xue Fuxiao's smile: "You are very calm today."

"It's not that I can't hold my breath, but that I don't want to kill you." Duan Xiyang said.

Xue Fuxiao was silent for a moment and said: "I was not merciful before. I want to kill you as soon as possible more than anyone else, but I just can't do it."

Duan Xiyang said coldly: "Because of the person in the dark?"

Xue Fuxiao's eyes suddenly became sharp, looking at Duan Xiyang's face, he said one by one: "Is the person in the dark the leader of your sect, Zheng?"

Duan Xiyang's expression also changed, and he said, "I can't tell you this, but you, Xue Fuxiao, actually know about Leader Zheng, which surprises me."

Xue Fuxiao sighed softly: "It is a pity that I have never taken the initiative with your sect. It is really a great regret. I heard that your sect leader is far away in the sky, standing in the east of the galaxy; overlooking the heroes of the world, he is the hero of the world. Master Zheng's Style, I, Xue Fuxiao, have always wanted to learn from you."

Duan Xiyang said sarcastically: "Everyone who has experienced his old man's methods is already dead at this moment. You are not qualified!"

Xue Fuxiao chuckled, but did not refute this sentence.

He was really not sure about the chief leader of the Soli-Orthodox Sect. He was not even sure whether he could escape unscathed.

As for blowing the air, there is no need to say it. On the contrary, it makes him look even lower.

"Xue Fuxiao, if you stop here, you will never have a chance to fight against our chief leader in your life."

Duan Xiyang said.

"Then I will work harder."

"If you want to fight with the chief leader, I, Duan Xiyang, will be a mountain you can't climb."

Duan Xiyang said: "You must defeat me first."

The knife in Xue Fuxiao's hand rang out softly, the sound became clearer and clearer, and his voice also became ethereal: "Brother Duan, there will be one day. There will be one day."

His voice was very certain.

Duan Xiyang smiled faintly, his eyes focused on the tip of his bone-shattering dream gun, his eyes firm.

"But you were so honest today and didn't take any action, which was beyond my expectation." Xue Fuxiao said.

Duan Xiyang turned his head, looked at the setting sun in the distance, and said softly: "Back then... I suffered a big loss from him. I don't want him to come back!"

This is very candid.

Xue Fuxiao said: "But he still went back."

"But you took away his vitality."

Xue Fuxiao said indifferently: "We can't let him go back with all his hair and tail. We can't stop him if he wants to go back, but he has to use his life energy to go back. And our goal is to wear him down and kill him The vitality of life.”

"We can't stop him from going back, but if we eliminate the possibility of his quick recovery, it's a small victory for us."

Duan Xiyang said lightly: "Are you very proud? You knocked out his vitality and won a great victory? Do you and Dongfang Sansan think that he will not be able to come out for at least hundreds or thousands of years?"

Xue Fuxiao said: "Isn't it?"

"No. You are thinking too simply."

Duan Xiyang turned around and walked away, putting away the bone gun instantly. The black cloak flickered in the distance and then disappeared.

Only his voice echoed from far away: "In less than a hundred years! He can come back!"

"But even if he comes back, he has to go through me first."

Duan Xiyang's murderous voice disappeared along with a burst of laughter.

But Xue Fuxiao was stunned.

a hundred years?

How can it be?

The separated soul is trapped, and you can find a way to destroy it when you go back; the vitality of life is destroyed; and the resurrection is interrupted, how can you come back within a hundred years? !

But Duan Xiyang has left. Even if he were here, he wouldn't answer this question.

Xue Fuxiao sighed.

Slowly insert the knife into the scabbard.

The Love-Destroying Sword made a clanging sound, seeming to express its dissatisfaction that it was not possible to fight with all its strength.

"Don't worry, old man, there are always opportunities if you want to fight. We have to buy some time for others."

Xue Fuxiao gently touched the love-cutting knife and comforted her.

Zhanqingdao regained his composure.

Xue Fuxiao flew up and instantly turned into a white cloud, disappearing without a trace.

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[A few words, in the author's words. 】