Chapter 126 The Success Lies in the Autumn

Since I can't leave, I won't leave.

This was Ning Fengchen's decision.

A very calm and powerful decision.

The goal of the war was quietly and smoothly changed at this time.

Now, the sword cultivators have only one goal.

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

If this goal can be achieved, 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.

A moment later, 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 demon 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 crisp and neat, with absolutely no redundancy.

Wherever the sword blade travels, 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 sword's edge 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, with a faint smile, and he continued to move forward.

He was very fast, as fast as a demon.

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

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 might and mighty 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 a mountain of fists.

As soon as the punch was punched, in the blink of an eye, no less than a hundred tall figures of Demon Lord Dongqi appeared between the two people.

Although the postures are slightly different, they are all punching, with 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 a foot.

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, two feet back.

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 brave as he fought, and his body grew in size.

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 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 lightly: "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 with half a sect?

How dare you allow more than 700 people to do this, and let one man do it, and no one can do 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 previous fight and seemed to have no power to fight back, suddenly laughed, looked at Demon Lord Dongqi and said with emotion: "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 sacrifice 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 annihilate 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 the terrifying sword cultivators had almost all died, the casualties of 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, but you also overestimate yourself."

"Go one," he muttered quietly to his sword.

"A pot of wine" is connected with people, and its movement is as fast as a rolling thunder, so that it wraps up a long rainbow composed of black evil energy.

As soon as the sword came out, it suddenly disappeared.

But the world between heaven and earth is turbulent at this moment.

Ning Fengchen did not wipe away the blood on his face. In fact, during the exchange of blows with Demon Lord Dongqi just now, his body under his robe was already bloody.

At this time, blood flowed out from the pores all over his body, flowed through his eyes, and flowed down in a curve.

Ning Fengchen just ignored it.

His last sword was finally delivered completely.

First, there was a continuous sound of thunder exploding in the sky and the earth, and then a sword energy tore the sky apart with a sliver of force.

This is Ning Fengchen's pinnacle sword. The first half of the sword gathers the essence of his killing skills. It is a true art and heavy skill.

The second half of the sword uses the sword's intention to integrate the sword into the heaven and earth, unite with the mountains and rivers, and finally activate the power of the heaven and earth, emphasizing the intention.

The combination of skill and intention resulted in a sword that clearly crossed the threshold of the Eighth Realm, but did not truly reach the level of a swordsman.

Don't know how to judge.

Ning Fengchen did not name this sword.

Because before this, this sword had never appeared.

But after this sword strike, he was "bankrupt" and had a breath of fresh air on his sleeves. He would not take it with him in life or in death.

Therefore, he had no time to name it.

Ning Fengchen just looked down at the land beneath his feet, scanning the rolling mountains.

Finally, a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

The mountains and rivers are like wine.

Respectable and gentle.

"I can beat you to death, you old man!" Ning Fengchen shouted angrily for no reason and pressed down with both hands.

The majestic energy poured out from top to bottom.

A mountain-breaking sword appeared from it, as if hanging from the sky.

It's more like there is a god three feet up.

All the demon cultivators around him, without exception, felt an irresistible push and quickly retreated uncontrollably.

The world is divided into two parts with the mountain-opening sword as the boundary.

The dark clouds were pulled away, forming a black sword as thick as a mountain peak, unprecedented and unprecedented.

The tip of the sword came down, pointing directly at Demon Lord Dongqi.

Demon Lord Dongqi had no choice but to punch out.

The giant sword suddenly stopped a foot away from his fist, exploding into a firework that continued to dissipate.

The fireworks produced by the collision between the giant sword and the fist seemed to have no end and kept colliding.

Although the giant sword is large, it is limited after all. It is constantly being damaged and shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Demon Lord Dongqi remained motionless, and it seemed that this sword could not do anything to him.

But at this moment, the real murderous intention broke out.

Countless slender but powerful sword energies hidden in the black giant sword shot out, like a goddess scattering flowers, like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

There is only one goal from beginning to end.

Demon Lord Dongqi.

There are countless peaks between heaven and earth.

Ning Fengchen, on the other hand, had countless sword auras, and the sword tips were pointed at Demon Lord Dongqi at the same time, either straight or tilted, all of which fit the shape of the mountain.

The fusion of the sharp sword power and the majestic mountain power.

The waves were roaring, the earth was shaking, and the mountains were shaking.

The great tide poured down from the sky.

The demon cultivators were so frightened that they did not dare to look directly at the sword energy that filled the sky.

Jian Huang behind Ning Fengchen sighed heavily.

He knew that this was Ning Fengchen's pinnacle sword, but it was also his last.

He should have been heartbroken, but as a sword cultivator, he was proud of Ning Fengchen.

Being able to have such a sword during your lifetime can be regarded as worthy of practicing swordsmanship in this life.

Demon Lord Dongqi's eyelids twitched involuntarily, he shouted angrily and bumped head-on.

The sword energy dispersed one after another.

A hole was opened in the body of Demon Lord Dongqi.

Then came two holes, three holes

Countless holes.

The flesh and blood were blurred, and scarlet blood flowers exploded.

Demon Lord Dongqi had a fist-sized wound on his heart.

Even though this Demon Lord's physique is unparalleled and not inferior to that of the human Martial Emperor, he still cannot be cured.

There was sword intent running rampant in the wound, and the scene was strange.

Born suddenly, died suddenly.

But disappearing together with the sword intention, is also the vitality of Demon Lord Dongqi.

His eyes widened in shock.

Before he knew it, Ning Fengchen had arrived in front of him.

A bottle of wine was held in Ning Fengchen's hand and poured in from his head.

Then it didn't come out again.

Because the owner of the sword had already closed his eyes with a smile.

The same is true for Demon Lord Dongqi.

The two were connected by a sword and hung quietly in the air.

Ning Fengchen, the master of Eternal Peak, died at the beginning of the eighth year of Tianyuan.

This is the first peak master of Jian Zong to fall in this magnificent war.

Before he died, he killed Demon Lord Dongqi, who was lower than the two inner demon clans and surpassed ten thousand people.

A heroic death.

Yes, Demon Lord Dongqi is actually just a split soul.

But it is also the most powerful soul among the three souls of Dongqi, otherwise he would not be able to become the third person in the Infernal Realm.

Such a powerful soul was sacrificed, which was an indescribably huge loss even for the Inner Demon Clan, which had a big family and a great business.

This laid an extremely important foundation for victory in the battle between Zhongling Dao Demon.

Perhaps future generations will not necessarily remember Ning Fengchen's contribution before the victory, but will only remember the war that finally won.

But Ning Fengchen didn't care about this.

The success does not have to be mine, but the success must be mine.

Defeated in a moment.

The second half of the sentence he didn't say was

The work will last forever

Jianhuang's figure was shaky.

At this point, he was the only sword cultivator from the Sword Sect in Niujiao City.

He was also exhausted, but he refused to fall.

Jianxiu died in the war with the demons, there was nothing to be sad about.

Jianhuang did not hesitate to take his own life.

However, he wanted to bring the natal sword of the seven hundred sword sect disciples who died in Niujiao City back to the Eastern Region.

Since he is the only sword cultivator left in the Sword Sect, this is his responsibility.

Fallen leaves return to their roots.

Since you can't take the sword back with you, you have to take it with you, right?