Just try it out.

This is the sentence again.

Mr. Second shook his head. He had heard this sentence many times and was already tired of it.

Su Shengwan said softly: "The thing we need to worry about now is not me, but you. How many more can Congpu hold on? How long can you hold on? How long can they hold on? How long can they hold on?"

He reached out his hand, the seven fifth-level masters of the deserted people who were fighting in the distance, and his eyes were calm.

Indeed, under the suppression of Bai Yutang and Lu Qinghou, and under the joint attack of the five great demon kings in the demon realm, the seven fifth realms of the deserter can be said to be completely at a disadvantage, and it is difficult to have room for counterattack. If this continues, it will definitely lead to destruction.

Then Mr. II will die, and Congpu will die.

Mr. Er was silent and didn't say anything. Obviously, he also knew the current situation of the deserted people. All he could do is to kill Su Shengwan as soon as possible. Only in this way could they have the possibility of victory.

His eyes were still calm, but the murderous intent on his body had gradually become colder.

Su Shengwan looked at him and said lightly: "You want to break the deadlock, so you want to kill me, but why do you kill me?"

He raised the pen in his hand, and a tributary was divided into a sea of ​​ink under his feet and gathered on the tip of the pen, writing a few big words in the air.

The words manifested into a powerful force, leading the stars and moon from the heavens. Su Shengwan stood in the air, covered with sunset light, and the sea of ​​ink under his feet began to evaporate. The pen in his hand turned into a sword, piercing Mr. Er's spiritual ocean.

The second husband's white clothes were swaying, and his clothes fluttered and blocked the arrival of the sunset. He raised one hand to cover the moonlight and raised the other hand to hold the stars.

Su Shengwan's pen and sword broke, the sunset disappeared, and his body fell into the sea of ​​ink.

Mr. Er's left arm was separated from his body, his body was covered with blood, and the spiritual ocean wrapped around him also dissipated.

A layer of cold sweat floated on his forehead. It not only came from the pain of breaking his arm, but also from his heart, because he knew that he had lost.

Maybe not yet, but it won't take long to lose.

There is no big difference between losing now and losing later.

At least there is no difference in the current situation.

The sea of ​​ink was filled with waves, and Su Shengwan walked out of it. His clothes were broken on his chest, revealing his bloody chest, but his eyes were still very sharp, no longer calm, full of sharpness.

The sword light in the sky passed by the two of them, and all things that emerged on the ground began to wither slowly.

I'll lose from Pu.

Mr. Second lowered his eyes, and he didn't know what to say at this time.

Su Shengwan took the lead in speaking: "From now on, there will be no more deserted people in this world."

Mr. Er lowered his head, his lips were pale and gray: "The matter in Chang'an is still going on, and it is particularly clear who will win to death."

Su Shengwan was silent for a while, and then said, "That's true. It's impossible to determine the outcome of Chang'an. At least we will win the final victory on this southern snowy field."

Mr. II did not refute or say nonsense like the battle was not over. He just lowered his head and said nothing.

Su Shengwan wanted to continue saying something, but just opened it but closed it again. He frowned and looked up at the distant sky. Not only him, but also Mr. II, who had always lowered his head, looked up.

There are also fourteen masters who are fighting in the distance.

Except for the sword light in the sky that never stopped, the rest of the people stopped at this moment.

On the distant sky, the aura of the ten fifth-level masters came at the same time, which made their faces change slightly.

Ten masters of the fifth level appeared together on the Nanxueyuan.

How is this possible?

Neither the Tang Kingdom nor the deserted people can draw out so many masters of the Five Realms at this moment. Could it be that they are from the underworld?

The sea of ​​ink was surging, and Su Shengwan stood above the waves, staring at the sky with cold eyes.

The ten figures were getting closer and closer, and in just a moment they appeared in front of everyone. The ten people were all dressed in black and looked at the scene.

Then he bowed softly and said, "Master Qingtiance, come to Nanxueyuan with the order of the young master to help Tang State with his help and clean up the deserted people."

After the words came, Mr. Er's expression finally changed completely, and the seven masters below also changed their expressions and were unbelievable.

Qingtiance actually used ten masters to come to Nanxueyuan to help Tang Kingdom with such a big fanfare. How did Li Yinan convince the elders of the sect to agree to this matter?

The Master of the Wild Man looked at each other and slowly leaned against each other, with an extremely solemn expression.

They were already at a disadvantage and faced with the joining of the ten masters of the Five Realms in their heyday, it can be said that there is no possibility of winning, and they cannot even see the light of hope.

Mr. II was silent for a long time: "It is more helpful to have one's help but lose one's help. It turns out that this is what it means."

Su Shengwan ignored his feelings and turned around and bowed to the ten masters of Qingtiance, saying, "Thank you for your help. After this matter, Qingtiance can choose ten people to go to the academy to practice, and then ten people to go to Qingjiaosi."

Hearing this, the head master of the Five Realms was shaking and said, "If so, thank Mr. Su."

Su Sheng nodded late and said, "Now, I still have to worry about you."

Although he could beat Mr. II if he continued to fight, he didn't know how much the price he would have to pay. In the current situation, the faster the end, the better.

The fifth-level master led by Qingtiance nodded slightly and said, "It should be like this."

Ten people spread their bodies at the same time, seven people joined the battlefield between Bai Yutang and others, and the three of them came to meet Su Shengwan to fight against Mr. II.

The battle, which had just stopped for a while, began again, and the addition of the ten Qingtiance people made the already disadvantaged side of the deserted people completely fall.

The pen in Su Shengwan's hand was broken into two pieces, but he used his fingers to replace the ink pen and kept drawing all kinds of strange things in the air.

Mr. II began to retreat step by step, and the wounds on his body became more and more.

Another trace of heaven fell down and made a mark on his chest. The master of Qingtiance flashed and appeared in front of Mr. II and punched him in the chest.

It's like a meteor falling to the ground.

Mr. Er's body smashed into the ground, and the earth was still collapsing, and half of his body was pulled in.

Su Shengwan's fingers slashed through the air, and a bow appeared in the sky, followed by an arrow.

The long arrow was placed on the bent bow, aiming at the second gentleman on the ground from afar.

The three masters of Qingtiance made way out.

Su Shengwan raised his hand.

The bow opens like a full moon, and the arrow goes like a shooting star.

The arrow flashed in the air and stabbed towards Mr. II's eyebrows.

Everyone was watching the arrow fall.

Mr. II raised his head, his eyes calmly, and slowly closed his eyes.

A peach blossom suddenly floated over from behind and pressed against his eyebrows. The arrow stabbed the peach blossom. The petals were still petals, but the arrow broke into powder.
Chapter completed!