If you can't leave, then you won't leave.

This was Ning Fengchen's decision.

A very calm and powerful decision.

At this time, the goal of the war quietly and smoothly changed.

Now, the sword cultivators have only one goal.

Break through the numerous demonic armies and then kill Demon Lord Dongqi.

If they can achieve this goal, even if they all die here, they will still have an explanation for their swords.

This is destined to be a bloody and thrilling war

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Ning Fengchen's body was covered in blood. You can imagine how thrilling and bloody the previous battle was.

There was no expression on his face.

After a while, several more sword cultivators from the Sword Sect fell down beside Ning Fengchen.

As a result, out of the nearly eight hundred sword cultivators of the Sword Sect, only Ning Fengchen and Jianhuang were left.

But they finally broke through the heavy demonic army.

To be caught off guard.

Jianhuang looked at Demon Lord Dongqi who was not far in front of him, his expression full of sarcasm and ferociousness, and suddenly asked: "Master Ning, if we can't kill this beast today, will we be disrespecting them?"

sacrifice?"

"Yes," Ning Fengchen took a step forward, "So, he will die today."

Because a swordsman never disappoints his colleagues.

Before Jianhuang could react, he could only hear the slightest sound of wind.

Then he saw Ning Fengchen swiping lightly and heading straight towards Demon Lord Dongqi.

He wanted to cross this final stretch alone.

Ning Fengchen's expression was calm from beginning to end, as if the powerful Demon Lord Dongqi and the countless demon armies blocking the road were just ants in his eyes that could be easily crushed to death.

He kept swinging his sword to cut away the demon cultivators blocking his way.

A pot of wine was slashing silently, like an awakened peerless evil demon, cruel, murderous and powerful, tirelessly devouring the lives of the demon cultivators.

Ning Fengchen's movements were neat and tidy, without any redundancy.

Wherever the sword blade goes, it hits the demon cultivators' eyebrows, heart, neck and other fatal parts.

Like a brilliant waltz of sharp edges.

The breath of heaven and earth suddenly became turbulent and restless.

Although the further we go, the stronger the resistance from the demon cultivators becomes.

But at the same time, Ning Fengchen swung his sword more and more frequently, faster and faster, and his killing intent became more and more fierce.

The 'jug of wine' fell down and lifted up quickly, too fast for the naked eye to see clearly, dragging out afterimages.

The slightly cold and gloomy demonic energy brushed past the sword of the 'jug of wine', causing a shrill sound of wind.

The edge of the sword turned into a line as hard as iron and as cold as frost.

A line that breaks the tide.

The demon cultivator moved forward desperately, and the billowing demonic energy almost submerged his figure.

The corners of Ning Fengchen's lips raised slightly, and with a faint smile, he continued to move forward.

His speed is very fast, as fast as a demon.

No matter whether it was sharp demonic weapons, powerful tactics, or the ever-changing divine and demonic bodies, they could not cause harm to Ning Fengchen, or even slow down his speed.

Ning Fengchen's body seemed to be integrated with the sword in his hand, easily piercing the defense line composed of demon cultivators.

Wherever the sword's edge touched, those powerful demons who exerted their divine and demonic bodies with all their strength and possessed mighty demonic power were like chicken eggs hit by stones, flying in all directions and falling downwards.

In just a moment, Ning Fengchen crossed the last distance.

Demon Lord Dongqi, who was standing in the middle position, still had a cold face.

As early as when Ning Fengchen led the remaining three hundred sword cultivators to advance instead of retreating, he had seen Ning Feng's plan.

However, Demon Lord Dongqi looked at Ning Fengchen, who was very close at hand, and clearly understood his intention, but his expression did not reveal any panic.

Instead, he even looked like Ning Fengchen before, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, revealing a smile with unclear meaning.

Then, a strong demonic energy surged out of Demon Lord Dongqi, covering his body and face, making them dark.

No one could see that in the demonic aura, his body was gradually becoming illusory.

Only his cold eyes were so gloomy.

Demon Lord Dongqi looked at Ning Fengchen who was heading towards him and took a deep breath.

"Self! No! Measure! Strength!"

Then, he blasted out with a mountain of fists.

As soon as he punched out, in the blink of an eye, no less than a hundred tall figures of Demon Lord Toqi appeared between the two.

Although the postures are slightly different, they are all punching and have the tendency to rush forward and thunder.

Ning Fengchen, who was determined to win, faced off against the first Demon Lord Dongqi.

There was a clang.

The fist is like gold and stone, with infinite power.

Ning Fengchen was repelled for the first time and retreated ten feet.

However, the figure of Demon Lord Dongqi emerged one after another.

The second Demon Lord Dongqi came up.

Ning Fengchen retreated for the second time, retreating two feet.

It's like a relay, constantly improving.

The third time, three feet.

The fourth time, four feet

Repeatedly, Demon Lord Dongqi became more and more courageous, and his body became more numerous.

On the line connecting him and Ning Fengchen, his figure was densely covered in a short time, as if it was Monkey King's hair-blowing clone technique.

Ning Fengchen had no choice but to retreat again and again.

At the same time, blood seeped out of his body.

Finally, Demon Lord Dongqi's fists were like a pair of sledgehammers, hitting Ning Fengchen's "jug of wine", making a loud sound like beating a drum, and finally knocked Ning Fengchen away completely.

Ning Fengchen flew backwards, his steps staggering, and sword energy grew under his feet, hooking into the space to hinder his retreat.

After Ning Fengchen managed to stabilize his body, Demon Lord Dongqi, who had been silent until now, looked at him and said calmly: "As expected of a swordsman from the Sword Sect who is famous for being invincible, even in this desperate situation,

It can also pose a slight threat to me."

He spoke to Ning Fengchen with a victor's attitude, "Your Sword Sect has been the number one Dao Sect for thousands of years, and your arrogance is well known to the world.

Now, all of this has turned into the power to destroy your Sword Sect, and you deserve it."

If the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect were not so arrogant, how could they dare to conquer the West?

How dare you allow more than 700 people to do this, and prevent ten thousand people from doing it?

In the past, their arrogance brought countless glory to the Sword Sect.

Now, their pride is bringing them death.

"Destroy the Sword Sect?" Ning Fengchen, who showed signs of defeat in the fight just now and seemed to have no power to fight back, suddenly laughed, looked at Demon Lord Dongqi and sighed: "You demon clan overestimates yourselves too much.

."

"Even if we all die in this battle, the Sword Sect will not die.

We also have Qingyun Sword Immortal, Xia Daoyun, Yu Canghai, Xue Wushao, Shaozong Lu Qingshan, and thousands of others."

"Besides, I believe that your sacrifices in this battle will be a hundred or a thousand times more painful than ours."

Demon Lord Dongqi's face turned a little gloomy.

In order to wipe out these more than 700 sword cultivators, they indeed paid a heavy price that others could hardly imagine. It was so heavy that it was unimaginable that there were only more than 700 people blocking the way, not 70,000.

In this day's battle, although almost all of the terrifying sword cultivators had died, the casualties suffered by their demons were hundreds and thousands of times that of the enemy.

Such a tragic victory can only be accepted by the demons who do not put their men's lives at risk.

"I don't deny what you said, but I have to tell you with regret that this sacrifice is just a drop in the bucket for us demons."

"And no matter what, you will lose this battle after all."

"Failed?" Ning Fengchen was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, "It was indeed a defeat."

"But it was only a temporary defeat."

Finally, Ning Fengchen said to Demon Lord Dongqi: "Also, not only do you demons overestimate yourself, you also overestimate yourself."
To be continued...