Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

Flowers exploded on the battlefield.

Military Immortal Mo Chun grabbed the heads of two big monsters in the air and stood up from the ground.

A demon sword cultivator saw the right moment and used his long-warmed natal flying sword to stab him.

But an invisible force stopped the flying sword.

Immediately, his head was cut off without warning and rolled to the ground.

Around Mo Chun, three invisible golden-armored god generals appeared.

They were silent, and it was difficult for even the Eight Realm Great Demon's consciousness to lock onto them.

Demon Saint Ying sacrificed four dharma seals. The four dharma seals were engraved with the four small golden characters of God, Evil, Ghost, and Soul.

The seals were directed at the three golden armored generals and Mo Chun.

This seal is designed to overcome things like the upper body of the divine soul, and sticks to the golden-armored general.

It doesn't hurt his body, but it only hurts his soul.

Use Yin evil energy to flush out Yin, and use violence to control violence.

"I heard that the Military Immortal himself is a huge magic circle battlefield. Why not let us see it."

Yingzhao said with a chuckle.

Mo Chun's face was expressionless, "Okay! Then I'll let you see it today."

As he spoke, his figure swayed and transformed into eight clones, showing four images.

With itself as the center, a huge ancient ruins battlefield appeared in the center of the battlefield.

The ancient ruins and battlefields represent more than 90 kinds of magical powers.

Each magical power can form a large formation alone.

Continuous and infinitely powerful.

But now these large formations actually formed a large formation.

"Ah...."

Yingzhao looked at this scene and felt the terrifying power.

I was secretly shocked that this formation was so complete and perfect.

No wonder they all say that when it comes to large-scale fighting on the battlefield, it depends on the military strategist.

Every attack in the formation contains the secret of military art.

It was like an ancient warrior saint commanding an army.

For a time, with one person's power, he was able to contain two demon saints and more than a dozen big demons.

As for the countless demon armies who were directly crushed to death by the momentum of the ancient ruins battlefield, they were even more numerous.

The Demon Saint Yingzhao and the Nine Infants, the most lethal among the Demon Saints, fell in two directions of the formation.

Jiuying's nine eyes were all shining with excitement.

.........

Three of the four natal flying swords owned by the old swordsman Gu Kai are now broken, leaving only the last one.

The other demon monks around him have also seen how strong this old guy is.

Work together to surround and kill him.

Fortunately, Gu Kai was surrounded by two warriors, Zhou Wu and Qin Shi.

Two warriors swept the surrounding area for him, and Gu Kai took the opportunity to draw his sword.

After drawing the sword once, quickly withdraw it and warm it in the acupoint.

Even if it's just one more point of power, it would be good for the current situation.

The Demon Saint Gui Che was on the battlefield and could not find a decent opponent.

After killing two eighth-level qi-refiners and a seventh-level peak human sword cultivator, he saw the old swordsman Gu Kai from a distance.

Immediately, he appeared not far from the old swordsman.

Each of the ten demon saints possesses countless magic weapons and magic weapons.

After practicing for many years, he can survive in the world of monsters until now.

The battles they experienced were far beyond what the human race's Immortal Nine Realm could compare to, and the demon race was famous for its physical strength and tenacity of spirit.

With a long lifespan, it is natural for him to refine treasures that enhance his strength over the long years.

But the Demon Saint Gui Che is a special case.

He didn't have any magic weapon on him, only a spear beside him.

The sense of oppression brought by the Demon Saint is unparalleled.

At this moment, cold sweat broke out on Zhou Wu's forehead.

But that’s the case with martial arts,

I have the world with one punch in my hand, and I must show off my momentum no matter what.

Even if you know you will never come back, you still have to fight for a chance of survival! !

A smile appeared on Gui Che's lips, and he gently waved his hand to signal the surrounding demon monks to retreat.

Then he gently raised his spear and said, "Please!"

..........

Kong Yang and Bai Ze exchanged swords.

Bai Ze has transformed into a person who is entangled with him, and sneers: "You were no match for me even in your heyday, let alone now!!"

After saying that, he ignored Kong Yang.

He raised his hand and summoned a refined alms bowl.

Endless water gushes out and rushes to the sky, preparing to attack the Demon Suppression Pass.

However, the mighty water was cut in half by a flash of sword light.

Kong Yang stood in mid-air, the sword in his hand letting out a vague dragon roar.

His breathing was rapid and sweat poured down his face.

"The end of the crossbow!"

Kong Yang gritted his teeth suddenly, rushed over like lightning, and swung his sword.

Fighting against the odds, the momentum is astonishing.

.........

A human sword cultivator wandering among the demon clan, avoiding pursuit.

He doesn't take the initiative, only when the time is right.

Only then did he use his sword to kill a demon monk, or the demon leader who was commanding by waving the military flag went straight to the rear.

There was a burly demon clan who struck at him with both fists.

The young swordsman just swayed and dodged to the left just in time to avoid the blow.

At the same time, thunder sounded behind him, knocking the burly monster to the ground.

The young man's name is Pei Ji, but not many people know this name.

Everyone called him Pei Twelve.

Because he is the No. 12 disciple of Yang Jianbai, the second master of the Taoist sect.

He is extremely talented and was accepted as his direct disciple by Yang Jian at a young age.

Pei Twelve cut off the arm of a demon monk with a sliding shovel and a sword.

He was about to control the flying sword and fly into the air.

Suddenly a figure appeared in front of him.

It was his master who betrayed the human race.

In the past, Pei Twelve respected and was a little afraid of this master.

As soon as Yang Jianbai appeared, he said in a deep voice: "Follow me!"

Pei Twelve smiled and said, "Master, we are enemies now. How can I follow you on the battlefield?"

"What do you know, you little kid! You will naturally understand my teacher's good intentions later!"

Yang Jianbai felt the change in his disciple's eyes when he looked at him, even though he knew in advance that what he did would bring infamy in the world.

At this time, he still felt a little sad.

However, this sadness soon disappeared in self-comfort. He was doing it for the future of the human race.

People don't understand him now, but people will understand him in the future.

What he has to do now is to leave some hope for the future for his clan in the future.

"Twelve, don't you want to believe in me as a teacher?

It is an undisputed fact that the Demon Suppression Pass has been breached and Kyushu has been destroyed. I am trying to save the human race.

After this is accomplished, allow me the human race to have one state, so that our race will not be exterminated!

I don’t hope you can understand the painstaking efforts of being a teacher. You are still young, but you will understand being a teacher in the future. "

Pei Twelve looked at the master he had always admired in disbelief, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Yang Jianbai's expression turned a bit sullen, "Why are you laughing?"

"Master...Master...I thought it was the demon clan who promised you something, but it turns out...it turns out that you did not hesitate to betray the human race for this reason."

Pei Twelve suddenly felt that Yang Jianbai was a little pitiful at this time.

"Master, haven't you heard of this sentence?"

"Non-my family, its heart must be different!"

"How much face do you think you have to enable the demon clan to fulfill its promise?"

"Don't you understand yet, Master? We have no way out. Stop holding on to your naive illusions."

As he spoke, he had already launched his own flying sword.

Yang Jianbai sighed softly, "You still have a chance to turn back."

Pei Twelve said calmly: "Master, you have taught me that there are only Taoist disciples who died in battle in the Demon Suppression Gate."