"It seems that you are determined to be on the same path as the Ghost Prison. Today, dreaming of returning to Gusu will make you reflect on it!"

Thinking of the person who murdered his close friend was right in front of him, Gusu Hongjian rushed towards Mr. Xi.

It was at this moment.

clang!

With a crisp sound, I saw that in front of Mr. Xi, Xi was sighing and drew his sword and blocking it, "Your Excellency seems to have forgotten me?"

"Since you want to stop the disaster for him, you should bear the price he should pay!"

Gusu's sword hair danced wildly, and the sword force was suddenly spitting out.

One is the sharpness of the sword clan, the other is the master of the Fengjian Tower. He once competed with the sword to defeat Ghost Blade Xihen, Mo Yeting Jian, and also competed with Jian Feidao's masters in the sword.

While the eyes of Master Xi and Mr. Xi were facing each other, a Buddhist voice containing anger suddenly came.

...

The sages and evil gather together, and the fifth battle between good and evil is the one.

Mo Qingchi is isolated on the battlefield, and the huge mountain is stable under the joint efforts of the Lord Gui Qi and Yu Lijing, turning into a battlefield where good and evil are impacted.

The evil god's dragon head has been lost, and it is an irreversible situation.

As for the external changes, Yu Lijing has no time to pay attention to. All he has to do now is to focus on the battle in front of him.

For the evil kings of the heavens, this is a game.

But for the Confucian school, this is a disaster for the extermination of the family and the disaster for the people.

Two to two tie.

Now the Confucian scholars and Mohism are guarding the game.

The Ghost Qi Lord looked around and was about to speak when a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, "I will respond to this battle."

As soon as the words fell, a burly figure came in with the evil wind. "There are millions of corpses lying on the beacon fire, and blood buried the dead bones beside the mountains and rivers. The swords and halberds sink into the sand, but only ask Chi Luo."

A harsh friction sound came, but a man walked with his knife.

With a strong aura and terrifying pressure, Yu Lijing's face changed, "Yasha Owl King!"

After the Yasha Owl King appeared, the inseparable Baichuan Linghua also appeared on the other side of the flower, "The demonic flowers of hundreds of generations are buried in the sky, the flying light and flowing clouds are the rest of the battle, and the blood is not weeping at night, but the flower god is hurt."

The enchanting and charming voice made everyone present feel excited, but the Confucian people were filled with great aura and instantly suppressed the strangeness in their hearts.

In the center of the battlefield, Mo Qingchi's expression became solemn, and everyone in the Confucian school was even more worried.

They have long seen the strength of the Yasha Owl King.

If the Holy Secret was in its heyday, it would have been a great deal to fight with Zonghengzi now.

More importantly, the Yasha Owl King is one of the eight tribes. The real evil god's direct lineage will not be as important as Le Xunyuan and Zonghengzi, protecting themselves, and participating in the war is just to deal with a task.

The Yasha Owl King is really good at taking action.

"The blood of hundreds of demons has been stained with the blood of countless creatures of demons, elves, humans, and ghost demons. Today, let me see if the blood of the Confucian people is pure enough!"

The Yasha Owl King lifted the evil sword, and a fierce aura lingered around his body, as if countless resentful souls were roaring shrillly around him.

Mo Qingchi's eyebrows and eyes narrowed, feeling the invisible evil spirit, and then said in a deep voice: "It depends on whether your knife is sharp enough!"

‘Uh hahaha…’

Hearing this, Yasha Owl King let out a strange smile under his mask, "Arrogance requires arrogance, do you have the strength?"

As soon as the words fell, the Yasha King stepped under his feet and the ground collapsed. At the same time, the person appeared in front of Mo Qingchi in an instant. The evil naginata slashed down with the strong evil spirit.

Boom!

After a moment of clanging, Mo Qingchi blocked the sword, and huge pressure spread out from the sword body. Mo Qingchi's feet fell into the ground three feet, and Fang Yuan was shocked several feet, causing dust to rise.

"Five lives destroy the heart!"

The Yasha Owl King held a knife in one hand and condensed his palm in the other hand, slamming Mo Qingchi's heart hard.

Facing the fierce killing palm, Mo Qingchi shouted deeply, pinched the seal with his hand, and returned with a strong move, "Yufeng Holy Seal!"

The Haoran Palm and the Weird Evil Palm suddenly collided, and both sides took several steps back.

"Oh……"

The Yasha Owl King smiled evilly, and the killing move came again, "Break the God of Death!"

One knife and two pieces are broken, like the blade of death, and there is no way to avoid it.

Mo Qingchi pressed the aura in his body, and the ultimate move of the same movement was "Qing Mo·Zhen Gu Mingfeng!"

The great aura condensed the fire phoenix, accompanied by a loud cry, and the fire phoenix spread its wings and rushed towards the Death Sword.

Boom!

The huge explosion occurred, and the entire giant mountain began to shake. The Lord of Gui Qi and Yu Li Jing were one of Gui Yuan and the other was the other to stabilize the mountain.

In an instant, the huge peaks seemed to glow, and were extremely eye-catching in the dark night.

The powerful force overflowed with the giant mountain as the center, and ripples appeared in the void, and several figures of war appeared.

It is the army of the army, the snowy beauty and the sad city.

In addition, Qin Jiaoxian finally waited for Yibishu to come back, but it was just Yibishu, which occupied the body of Qijun. He followed the orders and came here to inform the Confucian Sect and the Yunhai Immortal Sect of the news.

Because the Qijun, who now occupies Yibishu's body, has caused a blood disaster in the martial arts world, and the name of the evil heart demon Buddha spread throughout the suffering realm.

Mo Qingchi knew that his opponent's strength was strong. If he continued to consume, the situation would only become more and more unfavorable. Then he looked at it and made a decision. "Even if I was defeated, I must lose the strength of the Yasha Owl King. If I could kill Yasha Owl King or defeat such a Yasha Owl King from the arena, it would be beneficial to the next battle of the Confucian Sect."

Thinking of this, Mo Qingchi's eyes condensed, and then condensed, "Nine Skyscrapers are cold, and the cold ink is cold!"

With a sword condensed, Fang Yuan's land was suddenly frozen, and the ink-colored sword energy condensed into an ice sword, and flew out with awe-in chilling as Mo Qingchi's sword tip.

"Demon Slayer·Wan Fengliu!"

The Yasha Owl King also danced with evil swords, and dark purple evil blades shot sharply, colliding with the ice sword that was coming from rapidly, making waves of roars.

The battle between the two sides reached an extreme in an instant. The Yasha Owl King attacked wildly, and there was a strange force in the opening and closing.

Although Mo Qingchi and Zong Hengzi won the battle, Zong Hengzi also showed their killer moves, which caused Mo Qingchi to be injured. Now, facing the top three among the eight tribes, the Yasha Owl King, who was ranked among the top three in strength, was defeated in an instant.

The blood stained the Confucian robe red, and the Mo Yingying in her hand was stained with blood, but Mo Qingchi did not retreat, but instead took difficult steps and walked towards the Yasha Owl King step by step.

"Saint Secret, no!"

Yu Li Jing shouted Jiao, as the head of the Confucian sect, he did not want anyone to have an accident in front of him.

What's more, this is his best friend.

But Mo Qingchi seemed to have never heard of it, and there was only firm will in his eyes.

"Is Confucianism proud? I like it!"

The Yasha Owl King narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sneer and ridicule appeared on the corner of his lips under his mask, "But no matter how hard your bones are, can you compare to my knife?"

"Ghost Wave Yan Luo Kill!"

The evil sword slashed, and finally, it seemed like a huge wave and it was brought to life.

The hundred-foot sword ripped the sky and the earth, and the electric current jumped four times, as if it had cut through the space and opened up the Hell of Yama. Countless ghosts jumped out and made a shrill roar.

Facing the death-bowing killing knife, Mo Qingchi's tired eyes suddenly opened his anger, and his seemingly weak body actually burst out with a strong force again, "My intention enters the sword, the sword moves forgot to myself, and the magical sword is like one!"

The true energy in Mo Qingchi's body rushed into the long sword in his hand, with force and qi combined, qi combined, intention combined, spirit combined, body combined with sword combined, without distinction between each other.

"No!"

Yu Li Jing noticed something in an instant and suddenly exclaimed, but it was too late. Mo Qingchi burned his essence and blood, and used his life to enter the sword to create the most dazzling sword in this life.

boom!

A sword cut through the night, like the light of the sky, suddenly collided with the Baizhang Sword Gang.

It was like two peerless magic weapons, with a harsh sound of fighting across the world, and its powerful power made the sky crack in the thousands of miles, and the sun, moon and stars move.

The giant mountain under her feet fell dozens of feet in an instant, and the huge peak that reached the sky seemed to have been cut off.
Chapter completed!