No one knows what the final result is, because this matter has not yet developed to the end, but if we infer it based on the current situation, perhaps the Holy Sect will really fail on its own holy mountain today.

Thinking of this, many people's pupils shrink a little, I was shocked.

The sacred sect, which is extremely popular, is unable to deal with a prince of the Tang Dynasty, and even puts himself in a desperate situation. It is conceivable how strong the entire Tang Dynasty should be?

"How long can you last?"

Montage looked at Chen Luo and said deeply.

The huge load brought by the uninterrupted crossing of space is constantly eroding Chen Luo's body. As he said, how long can it last?

Chen Luo held the knife, and the increase brought by the Juetian Formation entered his body from half, and was quickly recovering from the injuries in his body.

"I can hold on for a while."

"What about after that?"

"If you kill you, there will be no future."

"But I'm not that easy to kill, and how many spaces can you cross?"

Montage holds a sword and points out his mind.

As soon as his words fell, the Miao Xibai, who had always stood in the distance, had appeared in front of the raccoon, and his hands formed seals and fell down.

He had not taken action before, and he chose to take action until now.

Xue Wuye did not want Li Xiu to live, nor did he want the Holy Sect to become the sixth largest force, so he did not intervene just now. The purpose was to use Chen Luo's sword to kill the people of the Holy Sect. Even after this battle, the Holy Sect was still a giant, but it lost the qualification to become the sixth largest force.

Montage naturally knew what he was thinking, but now there are no other choices, so let's go through today.

If Montage and Miao Xibai joined forces to face Chen Luo head-on, they would never be the opponent of Chen Luo who was blessed by the Juetian Formation at this moment.

But the two of them live in the north and south, and station in the east and west.

Chen Luo could only take care of one person, but the two were strong, and even Chen Luo wanted to kill him at this moment.

But this time is enough for another person to kill Xiong Pang or Zhou Changqing and others.

If you choose to continue to cross the space, you may be able to stop the two of them for a while, but the person who dies after a period of time will be Chen Luo.

This is a dilemma, and this time you can't have both.

Chen Luo lowered his head, disappeared from the spot, crossed the space and appeared in front of Xiong Pang, lifted his knife to cut Miao Xibai's mark, and cut up the sword straight up.

Keep moving forward and take the opportunity to draw the bow, and there is no way to look back.

Miao Xibai made seals with both hands, and the seal of heaven and earth protected all over his body. Many hand seals appeared out of thin air from all directions, and millions of transparent hand seals slapped at Chen Luo.

It brought out a howling sound of wind and thunder.

At the same time, the montage had once again turned into a sword light and slashed towards the chess demon.

A bright red color appeared on Chen Luo's body, and the palm print did not fall on him. This was the blood that was pressing out of his skin due to the huge pressure brought by the space.

“Do your own business.”

Seeing that Chen Luo was about to come back, the chess demon said something lightly.

Chen Luo frowned, and the sword lights swept across the circle, but he really did not come back. Instead, he cut through the sky with a faster and sharper posture and slashed towards Miao Xibai.

Montage's sword also moved forward, but there was no fear on the face of the chess demon. He was a person who cherished his life and was also a person who was afraid of death.

But he was not panicked at all now. He was either not afraid of death or not.

"President Meng seems to be a little too underestimating me."

A flash of light flashed in the chess demon's smiling eyes, his body soared into the air, and a mark of nothingness was dragged in his palm. The eyes of the sky shone on his body, and the dark aura appeared on his body, burning like flames, the space began to twist and generate heat and rise.

His clothes fluttered, and a huge mouth of the abyss rose above his head. There was no smile on his face, and a huge and bloody aura spread all around him.

The chess demon at this moment.

The magic power is overwhelming.

The sword light was swallowed by the huge mouth of the abyss, and a face appeared in the sky, a face that seemed to come from the Netherworld Purgatory.

The sword light was swallowed, Montage's footsteps stopped in the sky, looking down at the chess demon expressionlessly, and said coldly: "What can you do even when your strength has returned to its peak? You were not as good as me back then, so why should you beat me now?"

This is true. Even the chess demon who has recovered its strength to the peak is only in the top forty strength, which is naturally far inferior to him.

"The measurement of a person's strength depends on many factors. A simple state of cultivation is not the only one."

The chess demon's body slowly rose until it stood opposite to the montage.

A faint wave appeared between his waist and abdomen and slowly spread out, waving between heaven and earth like ripples.

A round bead appeared on the side of his body, looking like a star, with extremely obscure fluctuations. It was obviously very obscure, but from a distance it gave people a sense of power containing great energy.

Then the second star appeared, followed by the third and fourth.

Finally, seven stars appeared out of thin air, circling around him.

He raised his eyes, the demonic power of the Netherworld Purgatory above his head was vast, and the seven stars around him were shocking the heavens.

"I use the sea of ​​Qi as the array eye, the body as the basis of the array, and myself as the soul of the array. The seven-star pearls connect to the Netherworld. Montage, why do you kill me?"

The chess demon looked at the man holding the sword in front of him coldly, and the fierce power in his eyes seemed to be about to overflow.

The countless people on the platform around him only felt a trembling from the soul, and at the same time they completely realized what kind of person the number one devil in the world was, both in the sect and in the family elders.

Taking the body as the magic circle, this is a complete madman.

Montage's eyes were cold. Even when facing such a vast demonic power, he did not take a step back, and did not even show any timidity.

"What can you do even if you use your body as a magic array? The strength between you and me is like the sky and clouds, and the seven-star pearls connect to the Netherworld? To put it nicely, how many swords can you take?"

The chess demon had no expression on his face and said in a deep voice: "You will know it after a try."

Just try it.

Many times this is not an angry word, but a real plan to do so, because you won’t know the result without trying many things. Miracles happen in the process, not in fantasy.

Besides, the montage is right. Even if the chess demon uses his body as a formation, how many swords can he take?

......

......

The battle situation on the field has entered a white-hot stage, and the outcome is about to be clear, and it will take less than a quarter of an hour at the latest.

Without a five-level realm, coupled with the blessing of the Juetian Formation, Zhou Changqing and his other two other five-level realms of the Holy Sect and a master of Wanxiang City can be said to have a strong advantage, and they have seriously injured one of them. They will not be able to kill him soon.

They still had concerns about the five realms of the Holy Sect, but they were much lighter in the master of Wanxiang City.

The three masters of the Tang Kingdom did not have much concern. Since the battle had begun, there was only one goal, killing the other party on the spot.

That's all.

The official seal on his waist flipped, and the power of the Tang Kingdom mixed with the power of heaven and earth kept crushing away. The bodies of the three and five realms were spitting blood and flew backwards in the air and trampling on the void inch.

If this continues, it is really only a matter of time before failure.

On the other side, the remaining six seriously injured masters of the fifth realm could only retreat step by step in the face of Xiong Pang and could not resist it. The fourth elder of the Holy Sect was already vomiting blood. His clothes had long turned into pieces, and his long hair was dispersed and stained with blood, and he looked embarrassed.

At this time, everyone on the platform didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing any scene.

The disciples of the Holy Sect were a little dazed and felt that the scene in front of them was really unrealistic, and they couldn't even believe it was true.

"Xue Wuye, I haven't done anything yet, when will I wait?"

The aura on his body was extremely disordered, and his words seemed a bit tragic, but it made everyone slightly stunned and a little strange.

What does the fourth elder of the Holy Sect mean?

Xue Wuye is just a cultivator in the fourth realm, so naturally he cannot go on stage and seek death personally. Could it be that there are not only these three people from Wanxiang City?

But if others come, why did they wait until now?

Everyone around couldn't help but frown, vaguely realizing that this matter seemed to be more complicated than they thought.

The flashing sword light in the sky began to restrain itself and then disappeared. Chen Luo's body retreated from the sky, as if he suddenly felt something, looking up at the sky.

Miao Xibai's body was also slowly falling down, and he looked a little embarrassed. Many scars appeared on his body. Except for the deepest wound on his chest, the other wounds were also constantly flowing out with blood, their clothes were broken, and their breath was extremely depressed.

During this period, he regretted that Chen Luo would not retreat. Facing the knife, he could be regarded as dangerous and passed by death several times.

Chen Luo, who has the blessing of the Juetian Formation, is so powerful that it is terrifying.

The seal led the power of heaven and earth to quickly repair the injury. He fell from a high altitude and stood in front of Xue Wuye.

The power of the demon is vast, and the seven-star pearls are traction to the abyss. Under the magic array, the strength of the chess demon has been greatly improved. Even when facing the montage of the Holy Sect, he does not retreat at all. His body is also cut by the sword intent, but it cannot weaken his strength. Instead, it makes the demonic power around him appear even more crazy.

Montage held the sword, and the sword energy ripped apart countless clouds and mists. A crack was cracked on the holy mountain, stretching for hundreds of miles. It was a crack caused by the scattered sword energy.

"What if you lasted for a moment? You're still going to die now."

Montage stood in the void with his sword and spoke.

The chess demon did not look at him, but looked up at the sky like Chen Luo, and his pupils shrank slightly.

The same is true for Xiong Pang in the distance, but instead of stopping the movements in his hand, he became more and more fierce. The beast god behind him began to completely integrate into his body. The purple and golden bone wings behind him were shining with deep light, and the ancestral pattern seemed to be brighter on its bone wings.

After stepping out, the heaven and earth stopped, and the void began to tremble. The bodies of the six five realms in front of him were all there.
To be continued...