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Zhou Tong's Qinglong Jiangmo collided head-on, and hit his left palm with its claws, hitting his chest directly, causing a big bloody hole to appear at the position of his heart.

He lowered his head in disbelief, unable to believe that with his own strength, it would be difficult to resist the enemy's blow.

It can't be said that Taoist He Tieguan looked miserable, and the Mingjiao that has ruled the world for decades, Wusanren, three of them died in this moment, and only two of them survived.

And it's not that the two of them have high martial arts skills, it's just that the enemy didn't target them!

Yang Xiao and Fan Yao looked at each other, and they both understood that in the current situation, there was absolutely no room for a hand, and they had to stop the enemy's offensive with a thunderous momentum, otherwise everyone would lose the courage to fight the enemy.

The envoys of light left and right fought, and Yushubu, Taoist Iron Crown and Eagle King with White Eyebrows fought from the four directions and the sky.

Those Mingjiao believers smashed with spears, short knives, and heavy axes first. Even if the enemy has three heads and six arms, it will definitely be difficult to protect them completely.

When the time comes, the five masters will come out together, and the enemy must pay the price!

Zhou Tong reflected the entire situation on the battlefield into his own mind with the wonderful scene of the green dragon returning to the sea, no matter how dangerous the situation was.How the god of death is approaching, he can perceive it in advance through the change of true energy, so as to make a way to deal with it.

It's just that this kind of martial arts consumes the most energy and mind. At this point in the battle, even he feels a little exhausted.

Zhou Tong understood that he had to get rid of these Mingjiao masters in a short time, otherwise ants could kill elephants, and he would eventually die at the hands of these Mingjiao followers.

His mind seemed to have ascended to the sky, looking down at the entire battlefield from a high position.

The white-browed eagle king is used to facing the enemy in the air, condescending, and gives the enemy a fatal blow with his sharp eagle claws.

However, this style of attack is also very dangerous. In mid-air, there is no movement like the blue-winged bat king Wei Yixiao. Once a blow is blocked by the enemy, he will fall into danger.

Zhou Tong's eyes were indifferent, and the moment before the attack from all directions came, he bent his knees and stepped forward, and the green dragon swung its tail and rose into the sky.

The dragon's claws faced the eagle's claws, blocking the enemy's attack. Before the white-browed Eagle King had time to recover, he cut through the air with a single blow, and the green dragon's claws pierced directly through the enemy's heart.

"What a dragon claw!"

"What an exquisite knife technique!"

The white-browed Eagle King spat blood, opened his eyes wide, and murmured.

Zhou Tong's eyes were cold, and he twisted the long knife in his hand, causing Yin Tianzheng to groan in pain, and then completely lost his breath.

He hid behind Yin Tianzheng's body and fell towards the ground.

"Grandpa!"

Zhang Wuji's eyes turned red instantly, seeing the death of his dear one with his own eyes, he could no longer just sit back and watch, and rushed up directly.

How could other Mingjiao masters dare to desecrate the body of the White-browed Eagle King?Can only withdraw and retreat.

Zhou Tong jumped out from behind the White-browed Eagle King in an instant, or dodged to dodge, or fought close to him, or exerted force from the air, with the sword light criss-crossing, and chopped the Taoist Iron Crown who had no intention of fighting to the death with the sword. Down.

A bat shadow volleyed in the air, took advantage of Zhou Tong's killing, snatched back the body of the white-browed eagle king Yin Tianzheng, and retreated to Zhang Wuji's side.

Zhang Wuji knelt down in front of Yin Tianzheng's body, weeping bitterly, unable to get up for a long time.

Zhou Tong's offensive became more and more fierce at this time, and the appearance of Wei Yixiao, the blue-winged bat king, made him completely get rid of all scruples, and let go of his hands to fight with all his strength.

The disciples of the Ming Cult cooperated with the envoys of the light left and right, and the battle between the two sides became more and more fierce. There was no gap for a moment's buffer.

In just a few breaths, Yang Xiao, the left envoy of the light, and Fan Yao, the right envoy of the light, had multiple wounds on their bodies, and even the internal organs were severely injured.

If it wasn't for the dead soldiers desperately fighting, the two of them would inevitably die by the enemy's sword.

"Such saber skills are close to ghosts and gods!"

"Why is there such a terrible sword technique in the world?"

Yang Xiao and Fan Yao also felt a tinge of despair, and there was an undetectable change in their aura.

Different from ordinary ordinary people fighting, masters fight, the spirit and will are more important. Once the heart is relaxed, it will be weaker by three points when fighting.

How could such a change of Yang Xiao and Fan Yao's behavior be hidden from Zhou Tong? He slashed the heads of the three dead men in front of him flying, and then the Yanyue knife suddenly killed Yang Xiao, but the strange thing was that the knife seemed to be emptied. , three inches away from Yang Xiao's head.

With Yang Xiao's experience in many battles and being used to seeing scenes, he also felt an extremely strange feeling in his heart, and couldn't help but a thought arose in his heart, "Could it be that this person has finally reached his limit, so he can't even use sword skills?"

Although such an idea is unbelievable, it seems to be the only explanation. Yang Xiao couldn't help but feel great joy in his heart.

With a loud shout, he pushed his true qi with all his strength, and with the mental method of moving the universe, combined with his exquisite lightness kung fu, he rushed towards Zhou Tong.

But when Zhou Tong slashed with the knife, his true energy actually produced a vortex and force field that enveloped him.

This is the wonderful use of Qinglong Guihai, Zhou Tong's brainstorm in the life-and-death struggle, but it produced a miraculous effect at this time.

The vortex of true energy that suddenly erupted immediately dragged Yang Xiao into it like a fish in the waves, and his body froze immediately.

With Yang Xiao's knowledge and experience, it was the first time he encountered such a strange and frightening sword technique. He tried his best to break free from the influence of this vortex, but his figure inevitably slowed down.

It was this line of difference that immediately made the difference between life and death on the field.

Keng!

The light of the knife exploded in the vortex of true energy, like a blue dragon going out to sea, across the sky. Yang Xiao's body was stabbed seven or eight times in an instant by the light of the knife.

Zhou Tong repeated his old trick, using Yang Xiao's body as a shield, and kicked towards Fan Yao.

At the juncture of life and death, Fan Yao roared angrily, "Yang Zuoshi, I'm sorry."

He knew that if he still cared about Yang Xiao at this time, he must be dead, so he threw out his palm to blow Yang Xiao's body away.

At the same time, the footwork is ready to go, as long as the moment of collision can be used to pull back and avoid the back of those Mingjiao followers.

Yang Xiao was still alive at this moment, watching Fan Yao slap his chest, and his chest collapsed. The huge pain made his eyes go dark, and he lost consciousness instantly.

Zhou Tong yelled sharply, flew into the air, and the Yanyue Knife in his palm stabbed towards Fan Yao.

But this person had expected it a long time ago. The moment he struck out his palm, his body retreated sharply. Although a hideous wound was torn on his face by the light of the knife, he withdrew from Zhou Tong's attacking range in an instant.

From the beginning of this ambush to the present, except for the green winged bat king Wei Yixiao, this was the first time someone escaped from Zhou Tong's killing blow.

Even Zhou Tong couldn't help looking sideways at him, thinking to himself: "This person can destroy his appearance, and he has been hiding in the Ruyang Palace for more than ten years. His heart and city are really terrifying."

"I underestimated him!"

Fan Yao's face was covered with scarlet blood, and his already ugly face became even more terrifying, like a ghost in hell.

He looked up to the sky and screamed, weeping, "Yang Xiao, I'm the one who failed you."

Regardless of the fierce fighting between the two sides, Fan Yao withdrew, knelt down in the distance, knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times in the direction of Zhang Wuji, and said, "Master, brothers in the sect have died tragically, the four great Dharma kings and the five Sanren are all dead. clean up."

"Fan Yao is disheartened, and he doesn't want to pay attention to the fighting in the rivers and lakes. Please forgive me for being rude, so I will leave."

Before he could finish his sentence, he had already used his brilliant lightness kung fu, rushed up the cliff, and disappeared soon after.

Zhang Wuji hadn't recovered from the tragic death of the white-browed eagle king Yin Tianzheng at this time, the situation on the field had already undergone earth-shaking changes.

In particular, the departure of Fan Yao, the Guangming Right Envoy, dealt a heavy blow to the already low morale, and completely collapsed the members of the Ming Cult.

Zhou Tong's exquisite sword skills emerged one after another, and the blood of those diehard loyalists of Ming Cult flowed into rivers.

Following the escape of the first congregation, like a flood, the rest of the Ming Cult's congregation finally fled in all directions desperately.

Zhang Wuji was at a loss at this moment, the death of Yin Tianzheng, the tragic death of Yang Xiao, and the departure of Fan Yao plunged him into great grief and confusion.

Did I really do something wrong?

Green Wing Bat King Wei Yixiao thanked Zhang Wuji for saving his life in the past, and stood by his side, making up his mind that even at the cost of his life, he would escape with Zhang Wuji.

And Zhu Yuanzhang, who was the only one on the field who was able to prevent the collapse of the Mingjiao congregation, also saw that the situation was not good at this time, mixed with the many Mingjiao congregants, and fled towards the distance.

The original siege seemed to have become a joke, leaving only blood and wreckage everywhere.

Zhang Wuji fell to his knees on the ground with tears streaming down his face. Green Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao stood in front of him, staring solemnly at Zhou Tong who was covered in blood.

Zhou Tong fought a bloody battle, and it was not without paying a price. There was a wound pierced by a spear on his shoulder blade, which penetrated an inch deep, and blood spattered everywhere.

But at this moment, his heart has settled down, knowing that in this ambushe, he still has the upper hand in the end and will usher in the final victory.

Each of these Mingjiao believers dispatched to participate in the siege is a hand selected from an army of millions, and is good at battle. Although no one is his single enemy alone, but united At the beginning, Zhou Tong, who killed him, almost couldn't support it.

Fortunately, Zhou Tong's exquisite saber technique, his innate qi, and his psychological tactics directed at his heart finally allowed him to see the dawn of victory.

Zhang Wuji finally got rid of the grief in his heart at this moment, kowtowed to Yin Tianzheng's corpse, and then got up from the ground.

Zhou Tong's hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, his aura was extremely tragic, he held his long knife upside down and shook his head and sighed, "Zhang Wuji, why are you so unwise, you actually led all the masters of the Ming sect to come here to die from a thousand miles away. "

"Until now, not only can't kill me, but also let the masters of Mingjiao die, and even lose their own wealth and life, it's really stupid!"

At this time, Zhang Wuji's sorrow was greater than his heart's death. Not only Zhao Min left him, but even his grandfather died tragically at Zhou Tong's hands.

The self-blame, guilt, uneasiness, fear, and hatred deep in his heart at this time are all intertwined, and the child's hole is full of blood, and there is a heart-wrenching demon nature.

"Song Qingshu, I want you to die!"

He raised his foot and kicked a long sword, the sword light was like a rainbow, and he charged towards Zhou Tong.

"Pon!"

When the two sides were about to collide, Zhang Wuji made a sudden move. Taijiquan with his left hand, Taiji sword with his right hand, Nine Suns Divine Art and Great Teleportation of Heaven and Earth to protect his body, he shook Zhou Tong hard.

Zhou Tong was full of murderous aura, but in fact he knew it bitterly. At this time, his body was empty, not only his true energy was depleted, but his physical and mental strength had gradually reached the limit.

If Zhang Wuji and the Blue Wing Bat King were to fight together, there would be no danger of death.

His eyes flashed, and he had an idea in his mind.

Keng!

Swords collide.

The long knife in Zhou Tong's hand, which had hacked hundreds of people to death, broke at this moment.

This is not only because the long knife in his hand has reached its limit after fighting for a long time, but also because the true energy in Zhou Tong's body is seriously depleted, and he cannot control the weapon in his hand in detail.

The long knife broke, and Zhou Tong reacted very quickly. He blocked the enemy's long sword with the broken knife, and his fist quickly collided with Zhang Wuji's Taijiquan.

The nature of innate zhenqi is extraordinary after all, Zhang Wuji staggered back even though he had two magical powers to protect his body.

If Zhou Tong's zhenqi was strong enough, it would be able to injure his internal organs. It can be seen that he has indeed reached the state of being exhausted, and the wear and tear is extremely serious.

Seeing this, the Blue Winged Bat King was overjoyed, his body turned into a phantom, and in an instant he unbelievably hit eight icy palms.

Zhou Tong's zhenqi was sent out from the soles of his feet, and he used the dragon's tail-swinging body technique, his body seemed to shrink to avoid the venomous palm technique of the Green Winged Bat King.

At the same time, the severed knife was kicked up by Zhou Tong and flew towards Zhang Wuji.

How can the mighty power erupted by this broken knife like a rainbow be like that of a person who has run out of oil and lamps?

Wei Yixiao couldn't think of it at this time, just now Zhou Tong was clearly showing weakness on purpose, and used it to lure the enemy.

That Ruhong Broken Saber was extremely fierce, Zhang Wuji was staggering at this moment, if he was hit by such a sudden slash, even if he survived, he would be seriously injured.

At this time, only the Blue Winged Bat King can perform his peerless lightness kung fu, and with his inconceivable agility, save Zhang Wuji at a critical moment.

But this will inevitably make him show his back in front of Zhou Tong.

Wei Yixiao sighed, this person's saber skills are truly terrifying, not only integrated into his mind, footwork, and killing techniques, but even into his means of action.

Just like a real dragon, it can rise and fall, be big and small, fly and change, and be able to respond to the times, as if omnipotent, and can use the most appropriate means at the most appropriate time.

There was light in the eyes of the Blue Wing Bat King, and with a stern shout, his whole body turned into a floating shadow, swept across the sky, and attacked the broken knife.

"Haha, the Bat King is indeed loyal." The broken knife in Zhou Tong's hand was thrown suddenly, turning into a cold light in the void, and killing Zhang Wuji from another angle.

At the same time, he soared into the air, using his palm as a knife, and charged towards the back of the green winged bat king Wei Yixiao.

Zhang Wuji came back to his senses at this time, the long sword in his palm changed from rigidity to softness, exerting the true meaning of Taijiquan to the extreme, resisting the sharp broken knife.

"Keng!"

King Wei Bat knocked down the broken knife with one palm, and felt the enemies behind him attacking him.

At this moment, his originally thin body seemed to have turned into a huge mountain, which was extremely heavy, and fell towards the ground in vain.

This unbelievable transformation of body skills immediately made Zhou Tong's original plan to win the blow in vain.

Zhang Wuji waved his sword to block it, but was beaten back staggeringly, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his innate qi entered his body, even the two great body protections were hard to resist, and his viscera were almost torn apart, which was extremely tragic.

His body backed up seven steps before he stopped, holding the long sword upside down in his hand, looking at Zhou Tong in the distance, and wiping the blood stains from the corner of his mouth with the other hand, he felt emotional.

Thinking that his life was hanging by a thread, the poor kid who survived by luck, it was a coincidence that he got all kinds of secret magic skills from the senior masters, so he could become the leader of Mingjiao.

It is difficult for him to describe the twists and turns and the variety of changes he has experienced.

After his great achievement in martial arts, although he was never proud, Song Qingshu's original martial arts was indeed not taken seriously by him.

Unexpectedly, in a short period of time, he was defeated by this person first in Shaolin, and even lost his beloved, and now he has fallen into a disastrous defeat, and even lost all the masters of Mingjiao.

At this time, he was forty steps away from Zhou Tong, but he still felt an extremely fierce saber energy locking him tightly. Such internal saber skills had reached a terrifying level.