crossing with green hills

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"Kill Qianmo!"

All the people in the hall turned pale with shock, hearing the identity of the person, they all stepped out of the hall quickly.

Sha Qianmo glared at the unfriendly comer.

Look alert!

"Shaqianmo, today you must splatter your blood forever."

Yan Dao was furious, holding a dharma sword, soaring into the air, making the first move, and directly fighting with Sha Qianmo.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!

He has been respected all his life, and Sha Qianmo is the first one who dares to scold him like this in public and compare him to a young girl in a red chamber.

"Old monster, it depends on whether you have the ability."

The peacock feather fan was put away, Sha Qianmo's face turned cold, and he held the banishment umbrella, fighting fiercely with Yan Dao, with swords shining and demonic energy.

In just a few rounds, the solid Changliu Square was already littered with rocks and dust.

Seeing the opportunity, Sha Qianmo relied on the absolute defense of the Banished Immortal Umbrella, resisted Yan Dao's sword forcefully, and struck out with his white palm horizontally, imprinting on Yan Dao's chest.

The latter staggered back from the beating, coughing up blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Master!"

The long sword was out of its sheath, and the light of the sword crossed the sky. The bright light of the sword turned into a huge sword reaching to the sky, carrying a sword intent to slash the sky and destroy the earth, and slashed at Sha Qianmo, forcing the opponent to retreat to avoid the coming force A menacing blow.

But when Bai Zihua saw his master was injured, he was flustered and joined forces with Yan Dao to attack, regardless of his arrogance.

The sword qi criss-crossed, attacking back and forth, temporarily entangled Sha Qianmo.

"kill!"

"Destroy Changliu!"

"Cut demons and eliminate demons!"

……

Seeing this, Qisha and Changliu all charged together. In just a short moment, the Changliu Mountain fight shook the sky, and blood flowed like a river.

Relying on the two magical weapons of the Xuanzhen ruler and the floating pearl, Shan Chunqiu alone faced the five masters of Moyan, Shengxiaomo, Ni Qianzhang, Qingxu and Wen Fengyu. , under the joint efforts of five people, there is no downside.

As for the wilderness Tian and his ilk, they also held the magic weapon tied to the sky chain, and together they trapped Xia Zixun and the other four immortals.

All of a sudden, Changliu Fairy Mountain, filled with aura, became a demon realm, with corpses lying around, and the Sansheng Pond was filled with viscous blood, and the sky became more and more gloomy.

Dark clouds overwhelm the city.

The atmosphere was terribly oppressive.

above the sky.

After a hundred or so rounds, Sha Qianmo slapped Bai Zihua lightly by relying on the power of the banished fairy umbrella, blocking Bai Zihua, with a flash of his body, he went straight into the void, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Yan Dao. Give a palm.

hit each other.

"puff!"

"Master!"

Suffering two severe injuries in succession, Yan Dao, who was already in his dying years, couldn't hold on any longer. Blood flowed into the sky, and the long sword in his hand fell and stuck upside down on the ground.

This shocking change made everyone startled. The morale of the seven kills rose sharply, and the movements of their hands became a little faster, and gradually gained the upper hand.

"No Return!"

"Kill Qianmo!"

Putting away the long sword in his hand, seeing the scene just now, Bai Zihua gritted his teeth and stared at Sha Qianmo, his face was as cold as frost, and he passed his hands across his chest, and took out a harp-shaped long piano.

As you twiddled your fingers, the melodious sound of the zither carried a bit of iron and murderous air, transforming into swords, guns, swords and halberds, countless weapons, and headed towards Shaqianmo.

The sky was torn apart, an invisible sound field surrounded the two, and the surrounding scenes changed, pulling them into another mysterious space.

It's full of clanking and killing.

"Liuguangqin!"

Holding the Banished Immortal Umbrella, Sha Qianmo stared at Changqin with bright eyes, turned the handle of the umbrella with his fingers, and wrapped it with layers of strong shields, allowing the sound of the piano to transform into soldiers, and it was hard to hurt.

The two came and went, the power of the divine weapon was fully displayed, the entire Changliu Mountain was destroyed by the aftermath, the palace collapsed, the ruins were broken, the rocks were cracked, and the three immortal palaces suspended in the sky were overwhelmed and fell from the sky.

Everyone gave up and retreated again and again, afraid of being affected by the residual power and dying aggrieved, they all stared intently at the top. Up to now, the key to the victory or defeat of the righteous and the evil lies in Bai Zihua and Sha Qianmo.

They are both at the peak of the immortals, and they hold the divine weapon, they are enough to sweep the audience.

Even Shan Chunqiu, who has several artifacts on his body, is no match for him.

The sound of the zither turns thousands of soldiers, and the slaughter shakes the world.

The Immortal Umbrella blooms with ten thousand zhang ten thousand light, protecting the whole body airtightly.

Both Bai Zihua and Sha Qianmo were red-eyed, and they used their magic weapons with all their strength.

The fingers playing the piano were stained with blood, and the shield of the banishment umbrella began to crack. Two forces stronger than the Shangxian collided and confronted fiercely. Changliu Mountain cracked from top to bottom. A hill hundreds of feet high was When Yu Wei hit the target, he instantly turned into powder.

This scene made everyone feel cold and terrified.

Staring at the opposite Bai Zihua with a frosty face, Sha Qianmo suddenly smiled.

Clang!

A sword cry resounded through the heavens and the earth, causing the long swords in everyone's hands to tremble and scream, and they were thrown out.

A flash of bright sword light flashed by, and landed on Sha Qianmo's hand, revealing its true shape, but it was a simple and simple long sword.

"The Sword of Mercy!"

Sensing the unique magical aura on the sword, Xia Zixun and the others shrank their pupils, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition in their hearts, and hurriedly looked at Bai Zihua.

I saw him spitting blood, one arm flew up, and was cut off at the shoulder. The blood splashed into the sky, and before it fell, it was stirred into a blood desert by the aftermath of the battle.

"Subpaint!"

Mo Yan and the others were anxious and wanted to get closer, but Sha Qianmo swung his sword and cut off one arm in unison.