This is the most tragic battle in the Shanhe Realm in tens of thousands of years. The two top sects fought for the Southern Yuan Dynasty, and both sides suffered losses, and the elites in the sect were almost lost.

At this time, a group of men in black who were stepping on black flower-like magic weapon were confronting Duan Wan and the sloppy old monk. The group of men in black were arranged in two triangles, one big and one small, like two sharp weapons that were sheathed, pointing directly at Duan Wan and the sloppy old monk. Two very strange forces were emitted on each of them, and finally formed a sharp and terrifying murderous intent. The murderous intent condensed at the tip of the triangle. As long as they moved, it would be a thunderous blow.

The Meiwei was holding a short black sword in his hand, and the Shadow Guard had a dagger with a flashing black light. What they had in their eyes was just indifference, without any fear. Even if they were facing two tyrant figures with cultivation level in the fusion stage. What could a group of people who regarded death as returning to the embrace of the Flower God? At worst, another Phantom Flower Flower will grow in the Flower God Temple next year.

Shangguan Yanyan and four elders of Hua Shenwu each held magic weapons and stood behind the group of black-clothed men, feeling both excited and nervous. What was excited was that this time the bloody battle between the Casting Sword and the Void Sect, almost all the elites in the sect died, which posed no threat to Shen Hua Wu. The three top sects have left the second, and the remaining hanging space is not enough to worry about. Hua Shenwu is about to scatter the entire mountain and river realm. What was nervous is that although the two in front of them were at the end of their strength, they were terrible experts in the fusion stage, and they could destroy the world with a wave of their hands.

"Amitabha, are you all from Hua Shenwu?" The sloppy old monk said calmly. His broken legs looked quite awkward, and his whole body looked like half a dead tree.

"Zhidian Bald Donkey, aren't you talking nonsense? Only those girls from Hua Shenwu can use flowers as magic weapons!" Duan Wan said coldly. Although he broke his arm and had several large holes on his body, he was still domineering and awe-inspiring. The Demon Sword of Silent Exhausted Endless Sword, and did not take the group of ants in front of him into his eyes at all.

"It's okay to tell you now. We are indeed from Huashenwu!" Shangguan Yanyan answered truthfully.

"Amitabha, so to put it, you are all triggering today's incident?" Zhidian Heshi said the Buddha's name, his eyes drooped, and a hint of bitterness was hanging on his face.

Elder Duan said proudly: "That's right, we killed the monks of Jokhang Temple in Nanyuan City. We deliberately used the Six Soul-Breaking Swords to blame Zhudao Gate. We attacked Ye Qianzhan, the leader of Zhudao Gate, and blamed you Void Sect. You monks can tolerate it, but Zhudao Gate's group of brave and cruel madmen can't bear it, hehe...!"

Duan Wan's face turned ashen, slowly raised his hand, shook his fingers with Elder Duan, and said a lightly: "You!"

Elder Duan's laughter stopped abruptly, and his old face was instantly pale and swollen! A bloody rain splashed, and Duan Chang's body instantly burst into two halves with Duan Wan's finger. The scene of blood and brain plasma splashing was really tragic. Elder Mo and others were so scared that their faces were gone. They immediately released a protective light shield, blocking their magic weapon in front of them, staring at Duan Wan in fear.

Elder Duan's body fell downwards, and only a golden elixir the size of a thumb remained suspended in the void. Duan Wan grabbed the right hand in the air, and the golden elixir reached his hand. He gently pinched his two fingers, and the golden elixir instantly shattered into powder and flew away. Shangguan Yanyan and others were so scared that they trembled slightly. Now they found that even the masters in the fusion stage were not bullied by them and others.

The old monk Zhidian clasped his hands together: "Amita Buddha!"

"Haha... Amito Buddha..." Duan Wan laughed wildly at the sky, with a bit of sadness and madness in his voice: "Hua Shenwu... I'm not in harmony with you. As long as I, Duan Wan, have a breath, I will definitely kill all the Hua Shenwu!" As he said that, his eyes swept over Elder Mo and others one by one, and said lightly: "Today, use your souls to pay tribute to them and kill them!"

As soon as the word "kill" was released, the despairing magic knife that had been floating above his head was slashed down at the triangular formation of Meiwei with endless knife intentions, and the world was instantly lost.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The Meiwei and the Shadow Guard raised the short sword and dagger in their hands at the same time, and a strange spiritual power surged from the magic weapon, forming a sword above it. A black sword dozens of meters long was formed above the head of the Meiwei. The black air on the sword rolled and slashed towards the Demon Sword with anger. However, a knife formed above the Shadow Guard, which raised the shadow of the sword in the sky and slashed towards Duan Wan.

"Hmph, you are also worthy of using a knife!" Duan Wan snorted contemptuously, waved his right hand, and formed a gust of wind out of thin air. The gust of wind was actually covered with a sharp and terrifying knife intent.

The black sword and the Nirvana Demon Sword collided in mid-air, and the black sword was instantly shaken away, but the Desperate Demon Sword was blocked back, and the scattered knife intention was slashed away from all directions.

Chichi~

A slight sound, blood splattered, broken limbs and broken body, and heads were thrown away. Several people in the charming guards were cut off by the extremely sharp knife intention, and even more, they were hit by the neck and immediately had their heads on their bodies.

Pang!

The giant sword condensed from the Shadow Guard broke through the strong wind emitted by Duan Wan and slashed Duan Wan's chest. Duan Wan's spiritual power shook, and immediately shook the giant sword away, shouting coldly: "A group of vulnerable ants, die!"

Duan Wan waved his right hand again, and the Demon Sword of Nirvana made a buzzing sound. The sword in the blade was in great spirit, and the rolling evil spirit enveloped everyone in Hua Shenwu. The blade shaking and chopped off the head.

Shangguan Yanyan and others showed despair in their eyes, and were firmly locked by the terrifying knife intent, and there was no place to dodge.

"Change, the Phantom is deadly!" Meiwei and Yingwei shouted at the same time, and their bodies turned into a wisp of black smoke and penetrated into the flower-like magic weapon under their feet. Two of the larger flowers suddenly collided in the air to form a strange big flower, and the other small flowers gathered like flowing water.

Buzz ~

A huge black surging flower was suspended in the void, emitting a strange black light on its body, and a powerful and terrifying aura emanated from the flower.

Duan Wan showed a hint of disdain in his eyes and shouted: "The six soul-breaking gods and ghosts are destroyed, and the Demon Sword of the Demon Sword breaks the Nine Netherworlds!" The Demon Sword of the Demon Sword was still chopped down with a momentum like destroying the world. Just as the Demon Sword of the Demon Sword was about to slash on the strange flower, a hazy figure suddenly appeared on the monster flower.

In an instant, the black surging and rotating monster flowers stopped, and the destruction of the world-destruction demon sword became very slow, just like a slow motion screening. The graceful figure was shrouded in a hazy phosus, and she raised a pair of psychedelic jade hands, and her movements were also very slow. She closed her hands and clamped the blade of the silence demon sword.

Pang!

With a blast, everything returned to normal. The monster flower was spinning rapidly. The figure covered by the light energy tightly clamped the blade of the Demon Sword of the Demon Sword. The buzzing of the Demon Sword was higher than that, trying to break free.

Duan Wan's eyes widened, his body was filled with spiritual power. A huge * Dharma image as high as a hundred feet was formed in the void. The knife handle of the Nirvana Demon Sword buzzed and trembled rapidly, but he could not break free from it no matter what.

Twist ~ Twist ~

A loud sound of wooden fish sounded, and the Demon Sword of Nirvana broke free and flew back to Duan Wan's hand.

"See grandma!" Shangguan Yanyan bowed to the graceful figure on the monster flower in the air, and her face showed a look of ecstasy.

I saw a person standing quietly on the strange flower. Linglong's figure seemed a little illusory under the cover of light, but the beautiful barefoots were so clear that they showed a thrilling white and crystal clear step on the black monster flower.

Duan Wan and Zhidian both showed horror in their eyes, and Duan Wan blurted out and said, "Incarnate outside!"

The girl shrouded in phosus said: "You guys will take care of yourself!" The voice was soft and clear, but it was filled with a majesty that could not be violated.

Duan Wan was stunned and laughed wildly: "Self-dead? What a big tone. Just relying on an external incarnation, I want Duan Wan to commit suicide. If I hadn't been a trick and fought with Monk Dian to lose both sides, even if you came in person, I would still have slashed with him!"

"You are arrogant, you dare to be rude to grandma!" Shangguan Yanyan and others shouted angrily.
Chapter completed!