Urban Madness

At this time, Tianhua is in his extremely exaggerated sword aura, as if he is the king of this world, the master of this world, no one can disobey his decision!

In the next moment, the two people will face each other in a real sense. This is a collision between two top evildoers, a duel between two top masters!

All of them stared at the sky with their eyes wide open, as if they were afraid to miss some big scene that shocked all beings.

Facing the sword energy that contained the early days of Da Luo Jinxian, Ye Fan didn't dare to carry it hard, but instead used his own body skills to move around, constantly tossing and evasive.

However, his Taoist robe was also slightly damaged.

In the end, a strong shock wave burst from the center of the two, and many of the disciples watching the battle in the front row were blown to the ground.

But all this is not over yet, in that chaos, the sound of fighting between the two and the sound of metal collision, one after another, lasts forever.

Everyone present, including the two peerless masters, the God of Skyfire and the old gentleman Zhou Wenbin, couldn't see exactly how the battle was headed.

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Just when the southern faction held a vigorous disciple contest, the northern faction had already begun to act.

"Everyone, listen to the old man! This battle will determine the fate of our northern faction, and will establish the status of our northern faction!"

"Fight for me! Destroy the entire Southern faction in one fell swoop! Unify the entire barren world, and let the historical monument of the barren world be engraved with the name I wait for!"

Bei Dao held the Northern Wind Sword, the supreme sword of the Northern School, and spoke vigorously.

The disciple below also tightly grasped the weapon around his waist, and the decisiveness in his eyes couldn't be further increased.

As Beidao said, this battle will not only determine the fate of the Northern and Southern Factions, but also the fate of the entire barren world!

They have no choice but to fight hard! To the dead!

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Thousands of northern disciples' thrilling shouts of killing echoed in the sky above the northern faction.

Then Bei Dao looked at the other family elders on the other side, these forces all chose to support their own sects at the banquet.

This time it was a battle for survival in the barren world, and of course they had to contribute their own strength.

"Everyone, these thousands of disciples are the sincerity of our Northern faction for this great war. What about the sincerity of Naer?"

As soon as Bei Dao said these words, these big men who had had a long history were slightly stunned, and then snapped their fingers to unload their respective family backgrounds.

After some rectification, the number of cultivators gathered in the Southern School has reached thousands!

This can already be regarded as most of the forces in this remote and barren world.

"Set off!"

"Yes!"

Following the order from the North Dao, thousands of disciples rushed to the south like a tide, hoping to establish a barren world in one fell swoop!

Seeing the decisive figures of those disciples one by one and the murderous intent in their eyes, Bei Dao sighed silently.

"Nan Tian, ​​Nan Tian, ​​this time the old man's northern faction came out all over the place. I don't know if you can withstand this offensive."

"Your southern faction has been in control of the barren world for so long, and it has been overwhelming the old man for so long, so it's time to end it!"

"After this battle, the old man promises to completely turn your South China Sea into nothingness, floating in the vast universe."

Bei Dao raised his head slightly, feeling the warmth that the sun brought to him.

This time he was already determined, and if he did not destroy the Southern Sect, there would be no need for him to return.

This time, it was the best opportunity for myself to do it. As the saying goes, the opportunity is not to be missed. Time will never come again. I have no capital to fail.

When the background of the Northern School came out, it was the South China School on the southeast side of the barren world and received the news immediately.

"Report Master! The Northern Sect and those sects who joined the Northern Sect have gathered all their disciples, and they are now violently killing them to the Southern Sect."

Listening to the reports from the disciples, Qizi, the head teacher of the South China School, looked gloomy and gloomy.

It seems that the one who should come is still coming, and it is impossible to hide.

"The wolf ambition of these guys is finally exposed. Does Bei Dao really think that Heavenly Sage Sect is really helping him?"

"He is nothing more than a small chess piece under Hao Miao Xianzun, but he doesn't care at all, and he regards this as a rare opportunity for himself, which is really ridiculous!"

As the so-called authorities are fans and bystanders are clear, why the Heavenly Sage Sect supports the Northern Sect is already obvious.

What if the Northern faction controls the entire barren world? At that time, the Northern Faction will definitely become a puppet sect under Hao Miao Tianzun, helping him control the entire barren world.

It is a pity that Beidao has been dazzled by opportunities and hopes, completely ignoring other things.

As long as this battle begins, the entire barren world will definitely be a waste of life.

The next moment, an elder on the side asked cautiously.

"Master, the Northern faction and other major forces have already acted, so what should we do?"

"The last time I waited, I never went to the banquet held in Beidao, so how are we going to stand in line now?"

In the words of the elder, he said the voice of everyone present.

This decision can't be made at will, because as long as they choose to stand in line, they are tied to the same rope with the opposite side.

"What do you think about this?"

Qi Zihua asked abruptly.

"This... the old man thinks that we should stand in line with the North Faction. Now most of the forces in the barren world have begun to oppose the South Faction. I will wait..."

Just halfway through what a big guy said, he was stopped by Qi Zihua.

"Don't just look at the benefits in front of you, you should take a longer-term view."

"The Southern School has been the No. 1 power in the barren world for so many years. It is definitely not without a reason. They must have a deeper foundation."

"As for the Northern faction, I don't want to say anything more. It's just the puppets that Haomiao obeyed first. Do you want to be the puppets of Haomiao Tianzun by then?"

The meaning of Qi Zi painting's words could not be more obvious, that is, to stand in line with the northern faction!

"Leave aside everything here. Nantian, the head of the Southern Sect, once showed great favor to our Sect. If it weren't for the Southern Sect, when would my South China Sect have the status it is now?"

"Now it's time for me to wait for my gratitude. Even if we are going to perish, let us perish together. There is nothing to say."

After Qi Zihua's words fell, the elders were slightly stunned, then stood up at the same time and bowed down respectfully.

"Yes."

"Give me an order! All the disciples of the South China School stop their cultivation! Give me support for the South School!"

Qi Zihua stood up righteously, his robes danced with the wind, extremely chic!

"Yes!"