Chapter 675 Immortal

The battle situation below, the two people who are fighting fiercely in the air, are also very clear.

Even if it is wholeheartedly, on the weapon in hand. With just a little thought, one can know all kinds of things on the battlefield without any omission.

Jia Mingluo counterattacked and defended, but his expression was calm. Up to this point in the battle, Ye Mo's losses had exceeded 600,000. Nearly one-third of the army has fallen at the foot of Qixia Mountain.

At this time, the victory or defeat between the two has nothing to do with the overall situation.

And as early as in the morning, he had given up hope of beheading this Zongshou early.

If you can't do it at night, it's even more impossible during the day. At this time, Zong Shou no longer used the Styx Death Sword that caused headaches and horrors, but the offensive was still raging and never stopped!

It's just that in his eyes, this is no different from the struggle before dying.

It is certainly not easy for him to kill Zongshou, but this Zongshou, wanting to kill him by the sword before the army under his command is defeated, is nothing but a dream!

Smiling coldly, Yan Mingluo raised his heavy saber obliquely, and slammed aside the sword, Guang Guang, who was slashing from an almost indescribable position.

Then he punched hard with his left hand, carrying! The mighty and unparalleled Chigang Divine Thunder burst out. Forcibly blast away all the thousands of void blades coming from the opposite side!

He was fully on guard, ready to deal with the opponent's last madness. But seeing Zong Shou, suddenly his figure flashed, and he retreated a thousand feet away.

Although the two are fighting close to each other, if they are careless, they may die here. But at this time, Zong Shou was subtly suppressing him, and he was naturally able to advance and retreat freely, leaving whenever he wanted.

Yan Mingluo frowned, and then let out a cold smile. After all, he still had to leave. He thought that the monarch really wanted to fight him to the death here, and live and die with the millions of subordinates here.

But seeing Zong Shou standing thousands of feet away, he had no intention of running away immediately.

The nine dragon shadows behind them were still soaring and dancing, roaring angrily, with overwhelming momentum.

The unknown sword in his hand was full of sword energy, erratic, twists and turns, like the shadow of a dragon.

Zong Shou himself seemed to be listening, waiting for something.

"Today's victory has been decided! As you and I expected last night, even though we are defeated, we can still use this Huizhou as a base to plan future affairs. But the king, millions of elites, and countless generals will do their best They are all buried here!"

He smiled softly, not sure if he was mocking Zong Shou or self-deprecating. Yan Mingluo looked indifferent, holding the long knife upside down: "If the monarch doesn't leave at this time, I'm afraid there will be no chance. The king's plan and ambition will be destroyed by the monarch's hands. If there is a chance, I will not tolerate it." You were born out of here"

There was no ups and downs in the tone, but the murderous intent was full of coldness, and there was no intention of covering it up. There is even a trace of vague resentment mixed in it.

Immediately afterwards, Ka Mingluo suddenly felt something was wrong. With remote sensing of spiritual thoughts, I finally know why the person in front of me stopped suddenly. Immediately, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, shaking the sky.

"I see, that's how it is! It turns out that the oriole has arrived! You and I are fighting with the snipe and the clam, but it's taking advantage of the fisherman. It's just that the fisherman has no choice but to attack the king."

When the words were spoken, a few figures stepped out of the clouds and sky a hundred miles away.

There are a total of seven people, all wearing blue Taoist clothes and holding a sword, each occupying one side. Stepping on the five-colored Ruixia, she came here.

Another Taoist in green shirt was standing not far behind Zong Shou, about twenty miles away. With a stern face and no expression, he bowed towards Zong Shou.

"I haven't seen you in three months, it's been a long time! Minghui is here to take the life of the king on the order of my palace master!"

Zong Shou's eyes flickered, and he looked at the seven people who were approaching. I just felt that in these seven directions, if there was a faint, sharp and powerful sword intent, it could remotely lock his mind.

"Could this be the so-called Zhenwu Seven-section Formation of Er Taoists?"

He knew that the Taoist soldiers of each sect and sect were divided into four layers: heaven, earth, black and yellow.

The Cangsheng Xuanlong Scholar who resembles the Cangsheng Dao, and the Zixiao Sword Cavalry of the Tailingzong are the Xuanjie.

And these seven people should be the so-called true martial arts swordsmen in the Dao Lingqiong Realm, the legendary earth-level Taoist soldiers.

Xuan-rank Taoist soldiers, with only a few hundred, can smash through tens of thousands of enemies! And each of the seven people in front of them can fight against the combined efforts of three hundred common people's black dragon warriors.

Although the cultivation bases of these seven people are only in the early stage of the spiritual realm. But if they join forces and use this seven-section formation of true martial arts, then even if they are at the level of the heavenly realm, they can contend and beheaded!

What is his luck? To make this Taoist use such a killer weapon one by one

"Your Majesty really recognizes it! This is the true martial arts formation!"

** is slightly jaw, holding a sword. A clear sword intent also locked Zong Shou far away.

"Landing to Yunlu in the east, hundreds of millions of people were originally ruled by my Dao Lingyunzong, but now they are stolen by the king. After today, the property will be returned to the original owner, but I am afraid that the king will not easily agree. Therefore, today, the king must be returned to the west. But I also know that although the monarch is only ninth-rank, he can rely on the throne of Abi, and he is full of kingly martial arts. Within 20,000 miles of the country, the combat power can directly match the sky, and it is almost invincible. I am afraid that there are only seven pieces of true martial arts, which may make the king hate this—”

Speak lightly, but there is a special rhythm between the words. It makes people feel more depressed than cold in their hearts.

Zong Shou smiled and looked away.

In fact, I can't see anything anymore, the surroundings have already turned into pitch black before half a breath.

It's not that the sky of Qixia Mountain has been covered by darkness. But at this time, he has been dragged into another miniature space by human force.

It can be perceived from a distance that there are two figures, each holding a magic weapon, maintaining this dark space. A strange force separated the inside and outside.

He didn't recognize these two people, but they were all cultivated, and they were also in pursuit of the spiritual realm.

"These two instruments are called the Meteor Sky Sinking Astrolabe, and they are brought here for no other purpose, but to prevent you from escaping! There is no need for the monarch to rely on that Ao Kun sage. He can't move!"

The woman smiled, and then turned to look at Jiaminluo: "This battle is a battle between my Taoist school and Qiantian Mountain, and has nothing to do with King Jiaminluo. But if King Jiaminluo is willing to help, let us work together to kill this beast , ** will not stop it either. If you don't want to, then the king can leave!"

"The enemy comes, but he still kills each other. Is this the nature of your human race?"

Hearing the words, Najia Mingluo suddenly let out an arrogant and unruly low laugh, full of sarcasm.

Randomly, he laughed at himself again: "Although Gu looks down on you, but such a powerful enemy has to be punished with his own hands, so he is willing to rest assured! You Yunjie Daozong are willing to give Gu this opportunity for nothing, but Gu also Are you willing to give it up lightly? For me, it is better for Donglin Yunlu to fall into the hands of you incompetent trash than him."

** Eyelids opened, and he didn't care. I feel a little more relieved in my heart, with Jia Mingluo's help, today's battle will be sure.

This Zongshou will no longer have half a chance of life.

As for the irony in King Mingluo's words, he didn't care at all.

The reason why this night demon army can come to the cloud realm. It is really unrivaled if it is not for its combat power.

Rather, the sects and sects are unwilling to compromise their strength before the changes come. They each have their own plans, that's why.

If you really want to be serious, the Dao Lingqiu Realm is enough to prevent the king under Ka Mingluo from entering the cloud world!

But at this time, although the victory is in hand. ** But he is not in a hurry to start, the best opportunity. It was the time when the red-armored army at the foot of Qixia Mountain was completely defeated.

At that time, Zong Shou's royal spirit will also be weakened to the extreme.

The seven real martial arts swordsmen have already stood in seven directions. Although he didn't draw his sword, the true sword intent still overflowed from his body.

Not as fierce as Jianzong's, but Zhongzheng is peaceful and full of vigor.

Fragments of sword energy moved around, slowly splitting Zong Shou's scattered spiritual thoughts that communicated with the heaven and the earth.

Before standing up, the ten people here are already overflowing with gang energy and colliding with each other.

It's just that Zong Shou is laughing at this moment. The corners of the lips are slightly raised, feeling relaxed and comfortable, with a bone-eating cold. He was calm and indifferent, and turned his eyes to look down, also quietly waiting for something.

Although this place is isolated from inside and outside by the magic weapon. But he can't help his consciousness, he can't help his spiritual thoughts. With the spiritual power in both eyes, you can still see the scene of the battle below.

I saw that day when it was in the sky, bunches of colorful colors were shining from a distance facing the sea from the east. The whole Qixia Mountain is covered with colorful splendor.

"Let me ask you one more question, do you really want to be in the Ling Qiong Realm forever?"

Asked this sentence, that person raised his eyebrows subconsciously, and felt extremely ridiculous in his chest.

"Palace Master's decree, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Now that the matter has come to this point, does this Zongshou still hope that there will be any room for change between the two parties?

It's just why these words are still so confident and conceited?

In a desperate situation, there is no ups and downs in the emotion in the speech, only a bit of cold determination.

Zong Shou laughed, full of meaning that nothing happened.

The next moment, he shook his head again and said: "Yang Mingluo, if you are alone, you should run away now. It is best to leave the cloud world, where you can't find it."

Najiao Mingluo was also taken aback, confused. Following Zong Shou's gaze, he looked from a distance. What jumped into the eyes was a colorful mirage. He has seen this scene several times. Knowing that it is a cloud and mirage, refracting and reflecting a large lake here.

It makes this world beautiful, but the night devil is naturally tired of light. It's just distaste for this, not half appreciation.

Zong watched here, but he didn't know what it meant.

I am in doubt. But in the mirage, several light spots lit up one after another.

The colorful rays of light that projected over were also too dazzling. Let him feel a tingling pain in his eyes.

With a slight movement of thoughts in his heart, Zhu Ming Luo Wang's complexion turned extremely pale in an instant.

Zong Shou was smiling, he was as happy as before, but a little more indulgent.