The golden sword and the green sword confront each other, and there is a black dragon watching in the distance, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.
In just a few breaths, the majestic demonic aura on Qingyao's body quickly diminished, and the demonic wind gradually died out, while the Yidi Mountain side paid an even heavier price.
"Iron Wave!"
Sha Chenfeng shouted. Next to him, the eyes of the youngest of the three brothers of the Iron Skull Sect, the youngest, had slowly lost color, and his expression was blurred. At this time, he opened his dry lips, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing happened. No sound can come out either.
"come on……"
Finally, with the last bit of strength, Tie San slowly loosened his grip on Sha Shen Feng, slowly turned into a rain of light and disappeared, reintegrating into the golden ocean.
"No!"
"Junior brother!"
"Junior Brother Iron!!"
Several people were in tears, especially Sun Deng. As an elder of the Iron Skull Sect, he fell into deep self-blame.
Such a situation happened everywhere in the golden ocean. Disciples of Yidi Mountain continued to fall to the ground, closing their eyes forever, but they also contributed their last spiritual power, last soul power, and last remaining body to The giant of golden light was exerting his residual heat.
Their blood was drained out of the golden ocean and gradually spread throughout the mountain top, filling the place with the smell of blood. It also stimulated the senses of everyone in Yidi Mountain and inspired their hatred.
And as this hatred grew, everyone's fighting spirit also reached a terrifying level, breaking through the sky, and their hatred broke through the sky!
The number of golden giant battle patterns increased sharply under such circumstances.
boom!
The power of the emperor's sword surged to the point where it could swallow the sky. It instantly overwhelmed the remaining demonic energy and drowned out the green light.
Qing Yao was suppressed!
Boom!
At the critical moment, another golden roar sounded, and black light passed by. Duan Wuya transformed into a demon and completely overlapped with the black dragon. When he raised his knife and dropped it, the black dragon danced, and in the shocked eyes of countless people Next, he cut off the Emperor's Sword directly!
"puff!"
The Imperial Sword was shattered into powder and turned into golden runes all over the sky. Mu Chuxuan spat out a mouthful of blood. His beautiful eyes crossed and he immediately made a seal with his hands. The giant golden light sublimated again, and the body on the other side recovered instantly. It was too late. After taking a rest, he turned around and fought with the evil dragon.
The spiritual power was boiling, the storm continued, and everyone was ashamed. Taking advantage of the two behemoths' attack, they hurriedly looked at the place where the emperor's sword collided with the green light, only to find that Qing Yao had long disappeared. The green light was scattered, and the strong demonic aura , has almost disappeared.
"Could it be..."
Some people were startled, and the thought of Qing Yao's death suddenly came to their mind!
But the next moment, he shook his head and firmly denied it!
How could a strong man at the peak of the Sky Profound Realm be defeated like this!
"You are very good……"
And sure enough, as soon as the sword light of the Emperor's Sword dissipated, Qing Yao's body suddenly stepped forward and emerged from the void in another place. With a move of his hand, the ownerless blue broad sword suspended in the air was held by him again. In his hand, he stared at the giant and black dragon fighting in front of him.
At this time, his face was a little pale and his blood was withered. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot in the fierce collision with the Emperor's Sword just now.
"How cruel. How dare you use the lives of so many disciples as bait to lure me out of the sword. After being cut into two, I also used the spiritual power and bodies of the dead disciples to turn them into the Emperor's Sword... I should say Are you cruel or ruthless, or are you resourceful?"
Qing Yao's chest rose and fell rhythmically, as if he was running a series of wonderful breathing techniques to recover from his injuries.
Ding!
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden giant who was fighting the black dragon in front of him flashed suddenly, and after making a clear sound like a bell, the giant god soldier-like body condensed into a finger-sized light spot in the blink of an eye, wrapped around it. With countless Yidi Mountain disciples, he got rid of Duan Wuya's entanglement and flew in front of Qing Yao in an instant. With another flash, the golden giant appeared, like a divine weapon descending from the sky!
boom!
He punched Qing Yao with anger, and hit Qing Yao whose body had just reorganized and whose injuries were not yet healed.
clang!
Qing Yao's expression remained unchanged, but his hands moved very quickly. He held the broad knife in front of his eyes. The green light shot into the sky, like a solid wall that could not be pushed down, blocking the golden fist.
"Why, are you angry because of what I said?"
He looked at the tall woman with blood stains on her mouth in the golden light in front of her, as well as the angry-looking Yidi Mountain monks, his purple eyes full of teasing.
"This is a critical moment of survival. All of my Yidi Mountain disciples are at risk of death. As long as they can severely injure the enemy, why bother with this life! Senior Qing's words are really an insult to the heroic spirit of our Emperor Mountain, which makes people angry."
Mu Chuxuan's clear and angry voice sounded, but Qing Yao just smiled disdainfully when he heard it.
"Mu Chuxuan, when these words come out of your mouth, I feel chilled for those Yidi Mountain disciples who have gone through life and death for you."
The broad knife in Qing Yao's hand was as stable as a mountain. While blocking the golden light giant's light fist, he said meaningfully: "Why do you have the shame to call them heroic spirits? Do you dare to say that earlier, the night before the secret realm trial started? , our Emperor Demon Sect and Protector Mountain suddenly had a dispute, wasn’t it your handiwork, Emperor Mu’s daughter?”
Hearing this, everyone at the scene was stunned. Many people turned their heads and looked at the Protector Mountain on the side of the field that had not left yet, with strange expressions on their faces.
"You do not dare!"
Qing Yao did not give Mu Chuxuan a chance to speak, and continued in a cold voice: "The battle that night seemed to be a coincidence, but in fact it was premeditated! The boy named Xiao in Hudao Mountain was used as the trigger to provoke a battle between the two sects. , accidentally injured the Huanhuang Sect, causing you, Yidi Mountain, to issue a no-air decree the next day, and strictly prohibited the elders of each sect from intervening in the affairs of the Xiao organization, thus protecting Xu Yue and others in disguise! Hehe, you are so cruel, just for yourself Not only did the Huanhuang Sect, the most important sub-sect, be sacrificed for the affair, but the Protectorate Mountain was also involved in the scheme!"
As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar and discussions were endless.
"You fart!"
In the golden ocean, Xiao Hu looked up to the sky and was furious, pointed at Qing Yao and shouted: "Your sect is no better than a pig or a dog, and it behaves like an animal. I went to seek justice in the middle of the night. The elders of the sect were worried about my safety and came to rescue me." , we just fought with a few old guys over there, how could there be any premeditation! I, Xiao Hu, will never do anything to harm the sect!"
Outside the court, the elder Hu Zhong of Hudao Mountain nodded slightly. Hudao Mountain really didn't know about what happened that night at first. It was only later that he accidentally learned that Xiao Hu went to the Emperor Demon Sect to seek revenge, so he acted in a hurry.
If it was really Xiao Hu and Mu Chuxuan who colluded, he could have directly informed Hu Daoshan and encouraged Hu Zhong and others to go together. Why would he have to die alone?
"Oh, indeed, Hudaoshan may not know about it, but there is definitely something wrong with you."
After hearing Xiao Hu's words, Qing Yao remained unhurried and continued to lower his head and sneer: "After our Emperor Demon Sect stationed in Yidi Mountain, we set up a formation at the station. It is extremely difficult for outsiders to approach. But according to our investigation, That night, you managed to evade the numerous guards all by yourself. Without alerting any of the guards, you directly found Zong Qing at the core and launched a sneak attack... I have checked and found that there are no traitors in the Emperor Demon Sect. The only person you can provide this help to is your host who can understand everything on Mount Yidi."
Qing Yao smiled, looked at Xiao Hu who looked a little ugly, and asked with a mocking face: "Or do you think that if you have divine help, you can freely travel through the heavily guarded area of our Emperor Demon Sect without any restrictions? "
"I……"
Xiao Hu hesitated, not knowing how to answer.
But it was his attitude that made many disciples of the disciples in the golden sea, especially the monks of the Huanhuang Sect, look up blankly and look at the silent emperor's daughter, praying with their eyes, as if they wanted an explanation.
Could it be that the emperor's daughter really sacrificed herself to protect the Akatsuki organization and others?
At this time, due to distraction, many people's fighting spirit dropped sharply, and the war marks on the golden giant's body suddenly decreased.
"It's now!"
Qing Yao grinned fiercely, turned one hand, and the broad sword instantly lengthened. It was almost the same as the previous imperial sword, and he slashed at the opponent bravely.
"kill!"
Duan Wuya's voice also came from behind, and the black dragon circled over, covered with sword light, sweeping away Liuhe and sweeping across the eight wastelands!
In an instant, the golden light giant suffered heavy losses and was almost cut in half. The monks of Yidi Mountain fell to the ground in pain one by one, wailing, and their blood spilled out, forming small streams all over the devastated mountain top. .
