Taboo fighting, everything sinks.

Tens of miles away from the two mountains, the mountains collapsed and the jungle rose. Everything in the world seemed to be driven by infinite force. The huge rocks weighing more than 10,000 kilograms collapsed into rules in the air, the river evaporated, and it seemed that there were ancient magic figures rising in the four fields. All the spiritual flowers on this land were being sacrificed and refined.

"The heavens..."

Ru Zun looked quite solemn and said, "I didn't expect you to have come this far."

Ning Daoxun held an ancient sword in his hand and looked calm: "Religious master, this battle has made all living beings struggle to death. The way of heaven and earth are almost inverted. Do you still want to be obsessed with fighting with us?"

Ru Zun smiled slightly: "The rise of the exiled land is a foregone conclusion. If you two sages are not killed at this time, wouldn't it leave any troubles? Besides, even if I don't take action, Blood Zun, Luo Zhengyang and others will not tolerate you. The five geniuses in my exiled land will not let you go to Tianfeng Bailu. Since you have insight into the destiny of heaven, why not accept your fate?"

"Accept your fate? Dream!"

The broken well fish feels like a sword in the air, slashing out an amazing sword.

Confucian Zun used extraordinary means again, and the Confucian and Taoist writings were flying like the sea, suppressing all the swords of fishing in the broken well and Ning Daoxuan, while Blood Lord, Luo Zhengyang, Li Ping and others also took action. For a moment, the Xuanwu formation above Bailu Mountain made a sound of explosions, and under the fierce attack of many titled saints and taboos.

"Sister—"

The cracks in the Xuanwu Formation became bigger and bigger, and in a blink of an eye, it had already broken through dozens of feet of holes. The sky above the academy seemed to have broken through. Many blood demons and exiles were rampant and activated the offensive. The originally quiet sky instantly became in full swing, and a bloody battle had begun.

"presumptuous!"

Li Qingyin, Lin Muzhao, Long Xun, Dongfang Chen, Dongfang Lin'er, Ouyang Mengyue and other disciples rushed to the sky, and the sword rays burst out, guarding the mountain gate of the academy. Many inner courtyard seats of the two major academies also roared one by one, and the seventy-two seats roared, each showing their magical powers, sword intent, palm power, fist power, etc. soared into the sky, fighting fiercely with the evil spirits entering the mountain gate of the academy.

I suddenly turned around, looked at Song Qian, Zhao Hao, Dan Tai Yao and others, and said, "You are not allowed to participate in the war. Go to Bailu Palace to guard the hall immediately. My master Shangguan Ziyi and Shangguan Nanfeng from Tianfeng Academy are both trapped there, and someone must protect the Dharma."

"Brother Xuan, we..."

Song Qian held the sword, his face full of reluctance.

"Go now! Do you want to die??" I frowned.

Dan Tai Yao's shoulders trembled slightly and sighed: "This is indeed not a battle for us. Listen to Master Bu, let's go. Let's go for the two lords and guardians of the Bu Prince's Mansion. Stay here in vain to give in to Master Bu and Xiao Yan."

"Um……"

Feng Qing's clothes nodded.

Then, everyone flew towards the direction of Bailu Palace one by one.

I was relieved, bent my knees slightly, and suddenly ejected, raised my hand and pulled out the Immortal Bone Sword from the chaos, and rushed towards an exile who was comparable to the middle saint. The sword light was fierce and the moves were fierce. In a blink of an eye, it crushed him in an aura. The battle above my head became more intense. Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao joined forces to fight against Li Ping, the owner of the Eight Desert Tower. How powerful is the titled saint? The battle situation is difficult to distinguish for a while.

The sky was filled with figures.

"Buzz~~~"

A long roar was a wisp of Confucianism and Taoism breeze sacrificed by Confucianism. The breeze swept past and came towards us. The wind breath was like a blade, containing transcendent rules. Dozens of people were shrouded in this attack. I immediately sensed the murderous intent, and quickly swung the sword blade, and the flowing light rule sword surging, breaking through the void and leaving. The exile behind me screamed, and my body had disappeared in the breeze. Not only him, but also three palm thrones who had no time to hide were also killed by the breeze, turning into blood mist in the space.

"Uncle Ouyang!"

"Uncle Lin!"

"Master Fang!"

Lin Muzhao's face turned pale in an instant. These three were all seniors, but they had never been able to enter the holy realm and were just staying at the peak of the semi-saint. Now they were attacked and killed by Confucian Zun, and there was no room for fighting back. The three inner courtyard chiefs of the dignified Bailu Academy were killed without any resistance. The gap in strength was too big!

Many disciples in the academy were as shocked, and some of them burst into tears: "Master...Master..."

The sky was filled with blood. A man suddenly activated his fierce palm to split the gap of the Xuanwu Array even bigger. His body soared into the air. A demon god magic appeared behind him. He had a hideous and cruel smile on his lips and said, "Bai Lu Academy, today will become history, you don't have to resist unnecessary."

As he said that, he slapped out his palm, and his palm power descended like a tide, landing directly on a side peak of Bailu Mountain. Suddenly, the peaks cracked and collapsed together with hundreds or thousands of temples on the peaks. Countless disciples of the academy screamed and were destroyed in the blood of the Blood Lord's surging blood. With just one palm, one of the thirty-six inner courtyards was destroyed.

My heart trembled. The Blood Lord is so strong that we disciples cannot compete with them. Even if the heads of the Thirty-Sixth Academy come out, no one can compete with him.

"Blood Lord, you are too arrogant!"

In the mist, one person walked out, Yun Nishang, the palace master of Yunbie Palace, and one of the strongest people in the academy. The sharp sword in his hand opened the space rules and turned into a beam of light and shot towards the Blood Lord. With a "puff" sound, it pierced through the blood wall in front of the Blood Lord. But just before the sword light pierced into the Blood Lord's eyebrows, the Blood Lord suddenly closed his palms and slapped the sword energy.

"A superior saint?"

The Blood Lord smiled at the corner of his mouth: "It's a pity that he was born so beautiful, but he was about to become a red pink skeleton in a flash."

“Bold!”

In the air, another figure descended. Xiao Yi, the palace master of the Changsheng Palace, fell down, stepped on a sword domain, turned into countless sword rains and fell towards the Blood Lord. His strength was even stronger than Yun Nishang, but compared with the taboo of Blood Lord, it was obviously a little weaker. The two palace masters fought against the Blood Lord, so they could only delay, and it would be a matter of time before they lost.

The more intense battle had already turned out to the sky. Ning Daoxun and Duanjing Yu disappeared, but turned into two giant shadows and magic figures outside the sky. They were like giants from the ancient domain, wielding their sharp swords to fight against the Confucian and Taoist saints turned into. Their movements were very slow, and each move took a long time, but each move was perfect and impeccable. The collision of one sword and one sword stimulated the rules of all things, causing the volcanoes in the distance to erupt one by one, and the flames soared into the sky, as if the end of the world.

The two masters and ancestors still lost even if they joined forces!

Time passed by bit by bit. After half a day, Ning Daoxun, the Dharma image of fishing in the broken well was more than half smaller, but the Dharma image of the Confucian master became larger and larger, with the momentum of connecting to the sky. The books in his hand exuded a strong ancient artistic conception. The words flew up and turned into ancient warriors riding war horses and waving golden swords rushed towards the two masters one by one, urging a sharp blow, shaking the sky and the earth. The mountains of the two mountains continued to collapse, and the water of the Bailu River was about to be evaporated. This battle was extremely tragic.

"Clam~~~~"

The Fairy Bone Sword conveyed a hot feeling. When I faced Rang Sichen Jue again, I was suppressed by the fire of chaos and retreated step by step. But there was no way. If I didn't show this, I would definitely kill the academy with Rang Sichen Jue's personality. Not to mention many academy disciples, even if the head of the head would take action, they would be directly killed by Rang Sichen Jue.

"Hahaha, Bu Yixuan!"

Rang Sichen Jue's eyes were filled with fierce light, and he laughed wildly: "Didn't you crush me on the semi-saint list? Now your aura is gone, aren't you known as the number one genius of the human race? Now your young hero is gone, you are just a dead dog. Now I not only want to kill you, but also flatten your Bailu Academy. What is the right way? Success, king, defeat, bandits, and after you destroy, our exile place is the right way, and you are just a hypocritical devil!"

A wisp of true feather light burst out from the real feather sword world, dissolving the palm power of Rang Sichen Jue bit by bit. I frowned, and there was almost no room for breathing. The continuous invasion of the fire of chaos seemed to have once again put my body in a desperate situation.

"Peng—"

There was a loud noise in the air, and the rays of light were shining. A graceful figure fell under the mountains, crashed through three green peaks before falling. It was senior sister Lin Muzhao. She was already dying. The one who defeated him was not someone else, but Luo Zhengyang, who was full of immortal artistic conception, and the master of Rang Sichen Jue, who was already a great evil person in the exile.

"Saint Sister!"

Dan Tai Yao and Tang Queran flew out from the Bailu Palace almost at the same time. Dan Tai Yao changed the sword technique of Wuchen and Death, and blasted dozens of swords in succession to resist Luo Zhengyang's palm at Lin Muzhao. Tang Queran was light in shape, and the power of wind rules appeared around him. His whole body swept through the Duanzhe Mountains like light smoke, with an astonishing speed. Lin Muzhao was already held in her arms.

“What a fast speed.”

Luo Zhengyang frowned, but the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and he smiled and said, "But do you think you can really escape my hunt? Dreaming..."

He opened his big hand and suddenly turned into strands of golden light that covered the earth. Under the power of his palm, Tang Queran was unable to move immediately. He looked at Lin Muzhao with despair in his beautiful eyes: "Senior sister... I can't move... I can't move..."

Lin Muzhao's breath was weak, and his bright eyes were filled with unbearableness: "It was me... it was me who harmed you..."

However, at this moment, a transcendent aura suddenly came from the depths of the White Deer Palace, and then it seemed like a sacred tree blooming. With a "bang", the cave master's sect was directly penetrated. A tender golden vine rose into the sky like lightning, wrapped in a great aura, and hit Luo Zhengyang's chest.

The Divine Vine Tree finally took action!

"Um?!"
Chapter completed!