The illusory figure of Tianhun's true form seems to be everywhere, and every attack is like the scythe of death, which can bring a huge threat to the Blood Knight.

This also destined them to face continuous casualties. Under the constant entanglement of Tianhun's true form, the morale of the Blood Knights began to collapse, and their originally solid defense line became full of holes.

The cooperation between Long Chen and Ling Xiao was even more flawless.

Almost every time Tianhun's true form successfully controlled a blood knight, Long Chen would appear right next to that blood knight like a ghost, the weapon in his hand flashing with cold light, and he would kill him without hesitation.

Their cooperation was extremely tacit, as if they had gone through countless drills, and every shot was accurate and deadly.

A hint of panic began to appear on the faces of the Blood Knights. This battle was very different from what they originally imagined.

Originally, they were confident that as long as they launched an attack, they would be able to break through Luanmo City as easily as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and wipe out all the rebels. However, reality gave them a heavy slap in the face.

Their companions continued to fall, suffering heavy casualties.

The other side, however, relies on the solid defense formation of Luanmo City to stand firm like an iron wall. So far, only a few insignificant pawns have died. Such a casualty ratio is unacceptable to them.

There are many strong ones in the Ningzhen Realm among them, who are very important in the world of cultivation. However, in this battle, the strong ones in the Ningzhen Realm also appeared to be so fragile, and some people kept falling.

"How is this possible?" The blood knights were filled with doubts and fears. "When did the Ning Zhen Realm become so vulnerable?" They began to doubt their own strength, and even began to question the meaning of this battle.

On the other side, Ling Xiao's body was fighting side by side with Long Yingtian, fighting against the thirteen black-robed priests.

Their battle was extremely fierce, and every confrontation was accompanied by deafening roars. Ling Xiao and Long Yingtian cooperated tacitly, and their figures moved quickly on the battlefield, like two lightning bolts, constantly launching fierce attacks on the black-robed priests.

To be honest, Ling Xiao was no match for these thirteen black-robed priests if he relied on his body alone. Although he tried his best, at most he could only help Long Yingtian relieve a little of his burden. Such a battle situation was really frustrating.

He felt a headache.

He frowned, his eyes revealing determination and anxiety.

He knew very well that the enemy was far more than the people in front of him, and there were countless threats hidden in the dark. If he didn't kill a few more black-robed priests before the enemy fully paid attention to them, the battle later would be even more difficult.

Trouble will also ensue.

However, the current situation is extremely dangerous. Thirteen black-robed priests suppress them like an iron wall. Not only are Ling Xiao and Long Yingtian unable to kill each other, but they may fall into a life-or-death crisis at any time.

Their figures moved quickly on the battlefield, and every confrontation was accompanied by deafening roars and flying sparks, making the scene thrilling.

Ling Xiao's heart was filled with a sense of urgency, and he kept reminding himself to stay calm and look for a breakthrough. But the strength of the black-robed priests was too strong, and their attacks continued like a violent storm, making Ling Xiao and Long Yingtian

Overwhelming.

"Huh! Not enough!" The four chief priests watched the battlefield coldly from the side, his face full of dissatisfaction and anger. According to his expectations, they should be able to easily crush the general bloodbath of the Demon Suppressing Mansion, but now

The situation was completely beyond his expectation.

He clenched his fists, and his eyes revealed ruthlessness and determination. He knew that if the situation of the battle could not be changed as soon as possible, their plan would be seriously hindered.

"I didn't expect that even the black-robed priests can't do it...Okay, okay, let's go to the black knight!" The voices of the four chief priests echoed on the battlefield, with a trace of unwillingness and determination. He shouted, as if to let go of the anger and helplessness in his heart.

It all pours out.

Following his roar, twelve black shadows flashed out of the darkness like ghosts. They were black knights. They were as powerful as the black-robed priests, but were better at close combat. Their figures moved quickly on the battlefield,

Like twelve black lightning bolts, it gives people chills.

The fighting power of each of these twelve black knights is extremely terrifying. Their eyes reveal endless killing intent and coldness, as if they want to kill all living creatures in front of them.

Looking at the entire Demon Suppressing Mansion, the only ones who can compete with them are Hun Yu, Long Yingtian, Hun Huan, Lu Shi, and Cheng Shifei.

They are powerful, but they can only barely hold up in front of the Black Knight. And the rest of them cannot even defeat the Black Knight one-on-one. This gap makes people feel desperate.

Huge pressure came like a mountain, and an aura of despair suddenly arose in Zhenmo Mansion. Those monks who originally had a glimmer of hope, now the light in their eyes has dimmed, and the little hope that was just born,

It seems to have been shattered at this moment.

They looked at those black knights, and their hearts were filled with powerlessness and fear. They knew that the gap between themselves and these black knights was too big, and they could not compete at all. Such an aura of despair spread in the Demon Suppressing Mansion, making people feel...

It must be heavy and depressing.

However, in this despair, there are also people who are persisting silently. They know that even if hope is slim, they cannot give up. Because as long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is possible to create miracles.

"Don't worry about others. Go kill that Ling Xiao. You must kill that kid." The voice of the four chief priests was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to be filled with endless murderous intent. His orders were like the pronouncement of the God of Death.

Everyone present felt a biting chill.

Following the orders of the four chief priests, the twelve black knights were like twelve black whirlwinds, holding black spears and killing Ling Xiao with the sound of whistling wind.

They moved at extremely fast speeds, shuttling across the battlefield like ghosts, leaving behind black afterimages wherever they passed.

On the battlefield, countless people watched this scene with despair and worry.

Their eyes were full of helplessness and fear, as if they had seen Ling Xiao's figure about to fall. Those monks who originally had a glimmer of hope had their hopes completely shattered.

The Thirteen Demon Generals want to help, and their hearts are full of anxiety and anger. However, they are still suppressed by the Holy Sword Knight and cannot escape at all. Their figures are struggling on the battlefield, but the strength of the Holy Sword Knight

It was too powerful for them to break through at all.
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