Boom...
Looking at the huge black figure that collapsed in front of him, Xiaolu gasped frantically and knew that he had been rescued.
"Thank you so much, fellow Taoist!"
As he looked, the fear in his heart receded slightly, and he tried to stand up tremblingly, but failed twice in succession, and could only sit back on the ground sweating profusely.
"Don't move!"
Two disciples of the Three Thousand Sword Sect came with their swords in hand. One of them slapped Xiao Ke with two palms, while the other one was wary of the surroundings.
"Two fellow Taoists, Mutian Shen Zong Xiaoluo, I can't thank you enough!" After the disaster, and with the injection of pure spiritual power, Xiaoluo finally gradually recovered his strength and kept thanking the two of them.
"Huh, we're not interested in knowing your name! Heal your wounds! If you weren't a more important enemy on the battlefield, no one would save you!" A disciple of the Three Thousand Swords Sect said harshly, but the movements of his hands did not change. stop.
"Well……"
After being scolded for a few times, Xiaoke felt a little ashamed, but thinking about what his sect had done before, he had no right to get angry. Instead, he said with a sneer on his face: "I still want to thank you two for saving my life... By the way! "
He turned to look at the pile of squirming minced meat on the ground, and asked with disgust: "You two, when I was fighting this ghost just now, I suddenly couldn't move! Do you know what happened?"
Hearing this, the two looked at each other solemnly and said in a deep voice: "That is... the suppression of blood! In the battle with demons, monks in the fairyland will have great fear, ranging from slow movements to declining cultivation. At worst, you will directly lose your will to resist and lose your fighting power..."
"F-fear?"
Xiaoxiao swallowed, carefully recalled the feeling just now, and found that that seemed to be what happened.
"But aren't you afraid?" He asked in astonishment, thinking of the thunderous means the two used to kill demons.
"Afraid! But..."
clang!
While he was talking, a demon suddenly rushed over from the side, its long intestines dragging on the ground, stained with mud and blood, like iron chains, and swung heavily with a sound of breaking through the air.
The three thousand Sword Sect disciples who were always on guard against the surroundings trembled, and their reactions were exactly the same as Xiaoke's before.
"careful!"
Xiaoke shouted anxiously, but the next moment, he saw a flash of light all over the three thousand Sword Sect disciples, accompanied by the sound of swords, as if something in the body had been driven away, and then he gritted his teeth and looked firmly The ground greeted him.
"kill!"
"Roar!"
The intestines wrapped around his body like a snake's tail, but the sharp sword in his hand also split into several pieces instantly, leaving several hideous scars on the demon's body. The two fought countless times in the blink of an eye, and the sword light was mixed with flesh and blood flying.
"Let's go!"
"Brother!"
But in the end, this disciple was still entangled by the demon and dragged into the darkness, leaving another disciple of the Three Thousand Sword Sect roaring with his eyes split open.
"All disciples of the Mutian Divine Sect, retreat!"
It was also at this time that the female voice from before finally sounded in the battlefield again, and this time everyone recognized it. It was Mu Chuxuan, the emperor's daughter of Yidi Mountain.
"Walk!"
The disciples of the Three Thousand Sword Sect were full of grief and anger, and then they picked up Xiao Ke, who was still in a daze, and pulled him back quickly.
"But, we are the guardian clan! Everyone can be afraid, but we can't!"
The disciple answered the unfinished question before, and then took a deep look at the direction where the senior brother was dragged into the darkness, as if he wanted to remember this scene forever.
Xiaolu's experience was just a microcosm of the chaotic battlefield. Following Mu Chuxuan's order, monks from Yidi Mountain, Three Thousand Sword Sect, Yushen Sect and other guardian clans rushed to the battlefield to help, but they were not In order to kill the demons, we must first save the people of Mu Tian Shen Sect from the sharp teeth and claws of the demons.
However, there were still many people who refused support and still stood at the front, unwilling to withdraw.
"Don't retreat! Kill me!"
In the distance, Duan Mutian was still going crazy, like a wounded beast, his strong strength was fully displayed. The black dragon sword killed one demon after another, with blood all over his body.
"Duan Mutian!"
Mu Chuxuan on the side activated the emperor's sword, and the golden light split open an ugly demon that rushed toward him. Then he turned around and grabbed Duan Mutian, who was covered in blood. His expression was cold and full of murderous intent.
"Let them come back! If you dare to give random orders again, I will kill you first!"
The atmosphere suddenly condensed. Duan Mutian looked at the golden-eyed emperor who was tugging on his collar, the madness in his eyes not receding.
"Roar!"
A demon covered in red corpse hair and with tumors all over his neck waited for an opportunity to kill the two of them, but was killed with a sword from the side.
"Chu Xuan, calm down."
Lu Jiuzhou came over. Even he, his snow clothes were stained with black blood. At this moment, he looked at the two people fighting against each other and sighed softly.
"Now is not the time for internal strife, eldest sister!"
Xiao Hu is also here, but he is struggling because of his serious injuries. On the contrary, Fu Xiang beside him is outstanding and is not afraid of any monsters.
"Hey, calm down? Internal strife?"
Hearing the persuasion coming from all around, Duan Mutian seemed to be stimulated. After showing a weird smile, he said angrily to Mu Chuxuan: "Kill me! We don't have many people left anyway, so kill! Kill everyone. Clean! It’s all over!”
Hearing this, Mu Chuxuan frowned slightly, looking at Duan Mutian who was shouting crazily, and remained silent.
As he said, the many elite disciples brought by Mutian Shenzong this time, after the internal conflict with Yidi Mountain, the sneak attack by Tianmoling, the life-threatening magic sound of Mochen, and the battle just now, almost there are not many left. .
This is an extremely huge loss to the entire Immortal Realm!
"You should know that people who are not from the guardian clan will inevitably have a fear of demons! That is the suppression of blood, the inner demon! And the other party also understands this, so he avoids us regularly and only picks out demons. People from the Mutian Divine Sect take action." Mu Chuxuan's tone softened slightly, but she still held onto Duan Mutian and did not let go.
"Of course I know! That's why I let them rush to kill! This is not only atonement, but also hope for the future!"
Clang!
Just as Duan Mutian's frantic words fell, a sharp sword suddenly struck him. The blade was pure white and dust-free, and the hilt was wrapped with feathers. It was like an angel's sword, otherworldly.
Ding……
Finally, Ling Li's sword stopped an inch in front of Duan Mutian's neck, making a crisp sound.
"Hey, you're here too?"
Duan Mutian turned around and stared at Ling Li's incredibly beautiful face. He smiled coldly and said, "You can do it! I was defeated by you on the Tianzhou battlefield before. I died by your sword. It's not unjust." .”
"You also said that you are guilty and want to die. It's not that easy."
Ling Li spoke rarely, then shook his hand, and the sword flowers floated down like feathers, slashing fiercely towards the black dragon sword in Duan Mutian's hand that was always exuding black energy!
Bang boring...
"ah……"
The black dragon sword fell to the ground, and Duan Mutian immediately let out a low roar of pain. A wisp of black energy floated out from his sea of souls and evolved into a small demon in the air. Ling Li showed no expression as he swung his sword again to kill it. Almost exhausted.
"You... how dare you use the sword as a medium to actively absorb the demon's breath!?"
Upon seeing this, Mu Chuxuan was shocked and finally reacted. She immediately put her fingers together and lit various parts of Duan Mutian's body with powerful golden light.
"puff……"
The golden light circulated, and Duan Mutian spat out a mouthful of black blood, which happened to be sprinkled on the body of the black dragon sword. But this time, the dragon's roar no longer came out, but a vague and terrifying scream came out.
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