With the collapse of the Dharma image, Qin Suihan's true body slowly dissipated in the wind, and his body died and his Tao disappeared.

...

In the north, a war finally came to an end.

Chen Wanli slowly slashed the crowd of demon soldiers with a palm, and went up the mountain with a bloody head in his hand. The head belonged to a thirteenth level cultivator of the demon clan was carried in his hand by Chen Wanli, and seemed to die with his eyes closed. Chen Wanli, a martial artist, reborn in the twelve realms, had a breath of intermittently. It was not until he went up the mountain to come to Wen Shuoyang that he slowly spit out a breath of martial artist.

"Mr. Wen, you have always been good?" Old Shuai asked with a smile.

Wen Shuoyang's eyes were blurred with tears: "Send... the old handsome man..."

The head of the thirteenth-level demon cultivator rolled down to the ground, and Chen Wanli's body began to turn into ashes. A mouthful of martial arts' true energy forced him to return to the snowy Tianchi Lake. This was already the limit. A thirteenth-level warrior could actually behead a thirteenth-level monk in the demon clan, which was unprecedented.

"Old Scheme Chen!"

Shao Shiyu, Lu Fengxian, Qin Yushan and others knelt in front of the army one by one.

...

Deep in the snow forest, an old sword immortal was holding an old sword that had been curled up, and sat on a tree with a smile. He opened his eyes and looked at the two corpses lying on the ground in the distance. He couldn't help but smile. The two powerful human race fight against the seventh realm of the demon race, killing the third and injuring the second. Such achievements are enough to deserve his reputation as the No. 1 Sword Immortal in the Fusu Great Wall.

The old sword fairy swayed and took a sip of the wine gourd from her waist. She raised her head and took a sip, and said with a smile: "It's worth it... The demon clan has killed and injured so many Thirteen realms, so she shouldn't dare to go to the fifth realm to crush the human race again, right?"

He narrowed his eyes, looked southeast, and whispered: "Fusu Great Wall... I can't go back to my hometown~~~Wanhua, you little girl must take Fusu Great Wall to hope. Even if the country is not restored, we can't let our Xia tribe descendants be looked down upon by others, right? We... were the lords of the world..."

As he said that, the old sword fairy got up, tied the wine gourd around her waist, carried an old sword on her shoulder, and smiled and said, "It's time to leave."

As he stepped on his steps, his body shook slightly and immediately dissipated in the wind.

The human race has another one of them, and another one of them is a sword immortal with a thirteenth level!

...

In the afternoon, the demon clan attacked the snowy Tianchi Lake.

A group of demon cultivators in the fifth realm pioneered the way. The human race guarding the foot of the mountain could not stop it. In a blink of an eye, the demon race rushed past, leaving behind tens of thousands of human race soldiers everywhere. The human race on the hillside had no defense at all. The demon army drove straight in until it reached the north of the town and was officially intercepted by the human army. It was a hundred thousand armors from Furong Prefecture, the southern border of the human race.

At the north entrance, there were long spears like forests and distinct sword armors of 100,000 Furongzhou soldiers formed multiple arrays to resist the invasion of the demon clan. Wen Shuoyang and a group of generals had evacuated from the Snowy Tianchi. This place could not be defended and could not be defended. The 100,000 Furongzhou armors were only slightly delayed, and it was impossible to defeat the main force of the demon clan.

Therefore, there were only a few hundred thousand human armors on the Snowy Tianchi Lake. The rest were all cultivators from all over the world guarding the Snowy Tianchi Lake. The demon clan also sent thousands of cultivators to attack Tianchi Town.

At the entrance of the town, an old sword immortal stood proudly with his sword.

Han Buyu, the sword immortal in the Galaxy Realm, is known as the foodie in Tianchi Town.

"Who dares to join the camp?"

Han Buyu was filled with awesome sword intent. Just as the Ninth Realm Demon Clan's Yuanying passed by the north entrance of the town, the old sword immortal's sword energy soared up, followed by a flying sword sword, and immediately killed the Yuanying Clan on the spot. Then he pointed the sword blade and condensed countless sword energy and blasted towards the north, strangling the bodies of the two Seventh Realm Demon Clans into a bloody and fuzzy.

"Old Sword Immortal Han, it's amazing!"

A human militiaman laughed. The middle-aged militiaman looked fierce, but he spoke very gentlely and liked hot pot. Because his surname was Chen, he was nicknamed "hot pot Chen" by everyone. In Baiweixuan, Han Lao Jianxian and Hot pot Chen were both regular guests, and they often competed on the table, which was a hero who cherished each other. Now that the demon clan has attacked and killed his home, the two regular guests of Baiweixuan naturally began a joint fight against the enemy.

"Be careful!"

Han Buyu laughed: "Kill one more demon clan to earn one, our old friend in Tianchi Town can't suffer a loss!"

"That's not!"

Hotpot Chen Yifu knocked the body of a seventh-level demon cultivator who rushed into the town into a bloody rain, and laughed: "Although our three shopkeepers Lin Zhao died in the northern border, what a brilliant record? He led more than 4,000 armored soldiers to kill a hundred thousand demon clan. Before his death, he also killed a thirteenth-level demon sword immortal to cheer up. Hahahaha, those of us who ate the three shopkeepers' hot pot and pickled fish, we should not lose the three shopkeepers' people!"

"That's that's..."

Han Buyu's sword light swept through, and another eight-level demon clan's head rolled to the ground.

At this moment, the sound of wind and thunder was heard. A monk from the Star River Realm of the Demon Clan fell from the sky, holding a talisman in his hand, and slammed hard at Hotpot Chen's head, shouting: "Just relying on a reckless man like you, you still want to resist the pace of the Demon Clan army?"

Han Buyu immediately growled: "Save him, I'll kill him!"

"Okay!"

Hotpot Chen roared lowly, and the martial arts energy in his body solidified into a thick fist, which clearly wanted to use his physical body to resist the opponent's talisman attack. The next second, Hotpot Chen squirted out blood. The cultivation of this demon clerk of the Star River Realm was very good. He had seriously injured the martial arts man in Yunyou Realm with one blow, but the next second, Han Buyu's flying sword pierced into the back of the demon clerk of the Star River Realm.

"Damn it!"

The demon cultivator of the Galaxy Realm roared angrily, and a strand of tentacle-like vines suddenly popped up behind him and hit Han Buyu's body, and then he fell heavily on the top of Hotpot Chen's head.

The demon cultivator is too strong!

For a moment, Chen's head was cracked and his face was covered in blood, but the warrior's fighting spirit did not diminish at all. He opened his hands and suddenly grabbed one of the other's arms, threw it to the ground heavily, and said hideously: "Will I let you kill for nothing?"

As he said that, Hotpot Chen punched heavily on the other party's cheek.

"Avoid!"

Han Buyu roared lowly, controlled the flying sword, and slashed with a sharp sword as the moment Hotpot Chen moved away, and the head of the demon cultivator in the Galaxy Realm rolled out.

"It's over..."

Hotpot Chen fell to the ground, holding his head, and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to eat hot pot in the future..."

"Then let's eat it again after the next life!"

A cold voice passed by in the air. A twelve-level monster, with sharp claws swept across. Suddenly, Hotpot Chen's head fell to the ground and his body fell down. After killing Hotpot Chen, the monster turned around, suddenly opened his palm, grabbed Han Buyu's neck, and sneered: "A mere Galaxy Realm sword cultivator, what hero are you acting like?"

Old Jianxian Han didn't say anything, raised his hand and stabbed the monster's neck with a sword, but the opponent's protective energy was too thick and it couldn't be penetrated.

"It's worthless to die!"

The big demon twisted his palm gently, and immediately twisted Han Buyu's head off his neck, held it in his hand and threw it out lightly. Just as he got up, his face was obviously familiar. It was Lu Jun, the twelve-level demon clan who killed Gu Zixi in five matches!

...

The wind of heaven and earth blows through the world. Lin Zhao's soul power is too weak. In a blink of an eye, it is blown to the west of the snowy Tianchi Lake. There is a battlefield where corpses are everywhere between the mountains. A small number are the corpses of the demon cavalry, most of them are the corpses of the human race. Moreover, they are not war soldiers, but just reserves and supplies for a group of human army, and many are just stonemasons, grooms, and blacksmiths.

Lin Zhao frowned and said nothing, and he saw a corpse.

Guo Dongyang.

He was lying under a blue rock, his chest was pierced by a spear, and the sword he held in his hand was stained with purple blood from the demon clan. It is conceivable that before he died, Guo Dongyang also killed the demon clan iron cavalry, but the opponent was too elite. All the demon clan cavalry went up the mountain, and even the elite legion of the human race could not stop it, let alone such a reserve force.

Lin Zhao sat slowly beside him, looked up at the sky, and remained silent.

Since childhood, Guo Dongyang has been taking care of Lin Zhao like an older brother. Even when Lin Zhao was about to starve to death again and again, Guo Dongyang often gave him some food. In fact, Guo Dongyang lived a hard life as an orphan, but he was a few years older than Lin Zhao, and his hands and feet were just active.

For Lin Zhao, Guo Dongyang was like his sky when he was a child, taking care of himself like a brother.

However, for Lin Zhao, a man who was even bigger than the sky, was as small as a speck of dust in this war. He died here in battle, and perhaps there would be no record. In the era of general trend, how many people can remember such a small person?

...

In the town, the north entrance has been lost, and countless demons have entered the town and started massacre.

"Madam!"

Baiweixuan has not opened today and will never open again.

The boss Jia Chong helped his fat and bloated wife run all the way, but he could not escape the flying demon soldiers. In a blink of an eye, he was caught up by a first-level demon clan. The demon soldiers were a rat demon with a huge rat head, squeaking, jumping up suddenly, and stabbing the spear in his hand at Qing'er's wife quickly.

"Madam!"

Jia Chong hurriedly turned around and blocked the spear with his body.

"Puchi--"

With a light sound, Jia Chong's body was directly pierced by a spear, and then the spear also pierced through the body of Qing'er's wife. The two were pierced on the spear, like two ridiculous candied haws.

"Idiot...Idiot..."

Sister Qing'er vomited blood more and more: "I've asked you to run away alone, why didn't you leave?"

"Sword Immortals are not allowed to take a bite of hot food?"

Jia Chong twisted his face, looked at Sister Qing'er, and smiled and said, "My wife...Madam...My wife, wait for me in the next life. You can't get married early. You have to wait for me..."

Sister Qing'er's face was filled with tears
Chapter completed!