The heavy and terrifying fall stagnated, buying crucial time for everyone to get up.
Li Ji's light robe fluttered with the wind, and in the extreme storm, the heaven and earth seemed solemn and solemn.
Zhao Wu lost his mind and said: "You are crazy! You dare to sword against the sacred tree!"
Li Ji smiled indifferently, his eyes were filled with menacing sword intent, he raised his head proudly and said, "I think this is very handsome."
Zhao Wu was speechless, but when she saw the people in the team who couldn't wait to fly up to the sky like an arrow, and the young man who was cutting the road with his sword to lead everyone back, he was ducking and giving way, looking at everyone peacefully. There was no resentment in his eyes as he left.
For some reason, she seemed to understand something.
With a helpless smile, she pointed her finger between her brows, and the sky broke through the clouds. A divine bird with a body full of flames came from the east and fought with the angry and crazy snake.
And her face gradually became pale with the loss of divinity.
Bai Lian looked sideways at Fang Geyu and said seriously: "You leave first."
Fang Geyu asked, "Why don't you leave?"
Bailian said: "If I leave, the big snake will destroy this tree at all costs. In this way, no one can leave."
Fang Geyu was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but look up at the people who couldn't wait to leave here, and asked, "Is it worth it?"
Balian suddenly smiled: "Just now someone said thank you to me."
Although there was no shortage of people among the crowd who were eager to escape, when Baili'an stood under the bronze, there were still people who bowed to him and thanked him with gratitude when they left.
He and all living beings have no intention, but Balian also hopes that if he is in darkness, he will also look forward to salvation and departure.
Fang Geyu looked at him deeply and said, "I won't say thank you to you."
After saying this, she didn't mess around and flew away from here.
At this time, the team embarking on the road to the sky has been reduced by half.
Balian reached out and untied the beautiful head from her waist. He looked at her deeply, but without saying anything, he raised his arms and threw the head into the sea.
At this moment, the wind and rain space behind Bailian became distorted, and a blood-red sickle cut through the rainstorm. The crimson blade was speckled with silver spots, and it was attached to an inexplicable and evil force.
There are actually rivals among the crowd!
Balian didn't turn around, the shadow under his feet was twisting, as if something more terrifying was about to break out of the shadow.
However, there is a figure that is wider than the shadow of his feet. The superb and breathless movement demonstrates this person's skill in assassination. The huge bone-cutting knife set off a gust of wind, and the sky-shattering knife intention was in the space. Cut out a naturally smooth arc.
In that arc shadow, a large ball of blood burst out.
The invisible enemy fell on his back into the wind and rain, and blood mixed with rain washed away the bronze sacred tree.
That was a male demon killer. The camouflaged layer of skin on his face had not yet faded, and his facial features looked very ordinary. He was a newly accepted cultivator in the Shenbao Zhenren tribe.
The knife almost cut his body in half, and the bright red internal organs were squeezed out from the wound. The scene was extremely bloody.
He was panting heavily, but it seemed as if he couldn't take in any air. The dying killer showed cold eyes and looked at Hongzhuang, who was standing with his back to Balian: "As a succubus, how dare you betray!"
Hongzhuang wiped the blood from the blade with her sleeve and looked at the knife in her hand calmly and intently: "She is my master, not the devil."
The killer choked out a mouthful of blood and said grimly: "Don't you feel shameful when you draw a sword against your own tribe for another tribe?"
Hongzhuang said calmly: "The knife is in my hand. I have the final say on who should be killed with the knife."
The killer tilted his head and breathed his last.
Hongzhuang stood behind him holding a knife, looking around at the wind and rain in all directions, it was so cold.
In the wind and rain, those hidden and approaching auras stagnated.
Bailian said: "You don't need to cut off your entire retreat."
Hongzhuang gently stroked the ugly scars on her face and whispered: "If Feiyan dies, I will naturally have no way out."
But when she followed the sentient beings on their way back, he clearly noticed her, but he remained silent and did not let others know that she was the natural enemy of mankind.
He didn't even drive her to another place.
This time he drew his sword and fought with his heart.
Balian sighed softly, turned around slowly, and put a newly made silver-bronze half-moon mask into her hand: "After this fight, remember to go home."
Hong Zhuang looked at the mask in her hand in astonishment. She knew that there was a craftsman in the tribe, but she didn't know when he found someone to make a new mask.
"cracking!!!"
In a mournful cry.
The flame soul dispersed, and the flowing fire was scattered in the wind and rain.
Xihe Shi Zhaowu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. She covered her heart and fell to the ground. Her breath quickly became weak. She looked dimly at the flaming bird summoned by her, flying rapidly in the dragon's breath. perish.
The big snake, which had lost the restraint of fighting, hit the bronze sacred tree again.
Li Ji's Ten Thousand Dao Sword suddenly collapsed, and the sword crown on his head suddenly exploded. He was disheveled and looked very embarrassed.
But it was better than Zhao Wu. He didn't vomit blood, but his arms seemed to have had their muscles and bones removed. They hung limply on both sides and were difficult to lift.
Without the support of the Ten Thousand Dao Swords, the sacred tree fell suddenly faster.
The thick roots and vines that penetrated deeply into the earth's veins collapsed.
At this moment, less than half of the team has yet to leave.
The dragon's spine is arched high, the dragon's mouth is wide open, and the sound of breathing from the dragon's lungs can be heard clearly by the whole world.
The dragon frost brews disaster in its terrifying mouth.
Balian's dark aura was activated, and in a cold space, a silver spear suddenly appeared. He penetrated the wind and rain with his spear, and stopped in front of the dragon's eyes. The tip of the spear pointed directly at the center of its eyes.
The big snake that fell into madness suddenly stopped, and the coldness in its mouth disappeared instantly.
There were vague emotions flashing in the scarlet eyes.
But eventually, it stopped.
There was a loud roar like a mountain falling into the sea.
The immortal bronze sacred tree finally collapsed and fell into the sea in one day.
The whole world seemed to tremble and scream at the moment the tree fell.
There was no one left in the tree.
In the heavy rain at sea, there was only one dragon and one boy, looking at each other.
There is no way back behind him.
In the distant mountains, Meng Zifei picked off a leaf that was soaked by the heavy rain, put it to his lips and played a tune.
He found his whisk and sword at some point and held them in his arms as if they were treasures.
He finished playing the song expressionlessly, but his vision was blurred by the heavy rain and tears.
Crushing the leaf and throwing it away, he suddenly laughed out loud: "The endless road in the world, the endless blood of heroes, but there is still one breath left and no one can fall. Young Changge... finally failed in his youth."
Erhe Zhanxin showed a meaningful smile. He watched the sacred tree collapse and fall into the sea in the distance, his eyes filled with twisted and crazy joy.
What's strange is that his voice is as quiet and soothing as the spring breeze: "I really didn't expect that the person who completed the last move would be you."
"Meng Zifei, I really underestimate the darkness in your heart."
