Speaking of it, half a year is actually not a long period of time, but the name Pei Xia seems to have disappeared from Mingyu's memory.
For more than half a year, the drastic changes in the Hengshan Sect and the weight of reviving the sect fell entirely on her shoulders, almost making her breathless. She worked hard and late at night and worked hard, but she could only prevent the Hengshan Sect from getting into a bad situation. Getting worse, that's all.
Under such heavy pressure, the disciple who died in the capital seemed to have become as light as a feather, swept away from the corner of her memory.
Until this moment, after she saw the name on the wooden sign clearly, a fatalistic emotion suddenly came to her heart.
Finally came.
The blood above his head exploded into a piece, and the fierce sword light swayed like rain and twitched like a whip. Every time the blood light passed by, the knight under the sword was like wheat on the field, being cut down easily. .
"who!"
"No, hide quickly!"
"Conspiracy for a sneak attack, what kind of hero are you?"
The power of the bloody sword caused all the knights under the ring to panic. The knights who were originally gathered in a group quickly split into sparse groups based on their sects, and worked together to resist this sudden disaster.
With the concerted efforts of all the sects, they finally managed to save their lives under the bloody sky, while those who came to watch the excitement tragically became sacrificial victims.
In just a few breaths, there were countless mutilated corpses on the ground, and scarlet blood covered the gate of the Hengshan Sect, adding a bit of terrifying madness to today's competition.
"Sneaky, get out of here!"
A man with bare feet and linen clothes yelled angrily, punched out and smashed the big tree next to him. He picked up the giant tree that was three to four feet long and threw it towards the rain of leaves falling one after another above his head. .
The giant tree rolled up, and everyone raised their heads and held their breaths. In the next second, another sword light suddenly appeared, splitting the giant tree into two pieces.
The person below had sharp eyes and vaguely saw the figure hidden behind the fallen leaves. He immediately raised his hand and threw out two darts, pointing in that direction and shouting: "There!"
Without thinking, everyone used all kinds of martial arts skills to fight in the direction pointed by the man.
Several strands of true energy rushed away, sweeping away like a torrent, pushing aside all the fallen leaves flying in the air, and crashed straight into the black shadow behind.
At this moment, the bloody knife appeared again. The man with a ghost face in white was holding a long knife. Accompanied by the strong wind, the blood-colored knife wielded pressed against the torrent of true energy, like a meteor piercing the sky, falling from the sky.
"Blood-colored sword energy? Evil ghost mask? Everyone, be careful, this person is the ghost-faced evil sword!"
The words woke up the dreamer, and with the red meteor crashing to the ground, dust and sand filled the sky like rain. Everyone finally knew the true identity of this person, and immediately some chivalrous people shouted loudly——
"Everyone! This man has fallen into the devil's path for a long time. He has killed countless loyal and righteous people in the past few months. Today he came to die, but he saved us a lot of time to find him. Let's come together! We must not let him escape!"
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As soon as he finished speaking, several figures emerged from the crowd.
"The guards of Fenglei Villa are here! The demonic fanatics should stop being so rampant!"
"I am Xue Cong, the Taoist of Wenshui, the head of the Demonic Way!"
First two people charged into the battle. Wei Bupo was holding a double-edged axe. This terrifying weapon weighing 100 kilograms was as light as a toy in his hands.
Wei Bupo shouted loudly, and with an ax crack, the billowing smoke was immediately torn apart, revealing the majestic Ji Qianli waiting behind him.
"Suffer death!" Wei Bupo stepped on the spot with both feet, and rose up from the ground. The giant ax drew a terrifying wind-breaking momentum in the air, and struck Ji Qianli head-on with thunderous momentum.
A harsh explosion resounded, and the giant ax fell on the bloody knife. The terrifying force was such that Ji Qianli's back foot was directly embedded into the ground.
"Drink!" Wei Bupo's arms sank, and countless veins popped out on his forehead. He then added another three points of strength, and the ax blade rubbed against the blade, bursting out countless sparks, and making teeth-piercing sounds.
The joy on Wei Bupo's face flashed away, and he found that although it seemed that he had the upper hand, he could not go any further, which made him a little annoyed.
"Brother Wei, let me help you!"
Just when Wei Bupo and Ji Qianli were in a stalemate, Taoist Wenshui thrust his sword, and the sword energy was like thunder breaking through the clouds, heading straight for Ji Qianli's door.
Xue Cong has already seen clearly that the opponent is suppressed by Wei Bupo and cannot move. This sword can kill him. The Ghost Faced Fierce Sword has only been around for a short time, but it already has countless enemies. This sword of his has eliminated a great harm for the righteous way and will definitely be named in the future. Promote the world.
Thinking of this, Xue Cong couldn't help but look happy, but soon, his eyes widened in shock. Ji Qianli, who was already at the end of his strength, suddenly pushed Wei Bupo's ax halfway back, and then steadily The ground resisted his sword.
When the two were shocked, they heard a disdainful sneer from under the ghost's face: "That's all."
The two of them were blushing with embarrassment. Wei Bupo's anger dropped to his dantian. He was about to exert his strength again, but found that the blood on the sword suddenly brightened up.
"Not good!" The murderous intent surging from the blade frightened Xue Cong's heart. He immediately stepped away, but Wei Bupo, who was already in a stalemate with the opponent, was not so lucky.
Ji Qianli's hand holding the knife suddenly sank. The bloody energy poured into the blade in an instant, and the dazzling blood light burst out between Chi Chi, like an expanding bloody water ball, blowing the two sides. Everyone is included.
"Brother Wei!" Xue Cong, who barely escaped the bloody killing, exclaimed.
The blood-colored light cluster shone for a moment and then turned into dots of starlight and dissipated. Wei Bupo's iron tower-like body stood frozen on the spot. Ji Qianli pulled his hind legs out of the ground and walked past him indifferently.
Everyone watched this scene with wide eyes. Ji Qianli turned his wrist and shook off the blood on the knife. His head, which was protected by his body, suddenly tilted, and the open wound on his neck suddenly spurted out a gushing water. blood.
"Brother Wei——! Damn it! Devil! You and I are at odds with each other!"
Seeing this, Xue Cong couldn't stop being sad. He cried out angrily and stabbed the man with his sword. Ji Qianli glanced at the man sideways, took a deep breath, and slashed head-on with the bloody knife in his hand. The air around him suddenly changed from extremely quiet to extremely turbulent. Thunder and wind are blowing, and the wind is surging.
The sword light fell and chopped Xue Cong's sword into pieces, but it did not stop there. Instead, it went a step further and cut his body into two pieces diagonally.
The blood mist spurted out again, and Ji Qianli raised his head, bathing in the scarlet rain. His snow-white gown was also dyed into a fierce garment with bloody starlight at this moment.
Facing the enemy who was like a demon from hell, everyone's hearts trembled for a while. When their minds were in confusion, an unknown person roared and charged forward first. The spirit in his chest overcame the fear of the powerful enemy. The knights attacked one after another. Attack.
Facing the tide of enemies, the corners of Ji Qianli's mouth slightly raised under his mask, and the fierce light blooming in his eyes put all the killing intent in his heart onto the tip of the knife.
He charged into the crowd with a knife, like a hungry wolf, tearing apart the attacking knights one by one with his claws of hatred.
