Chapter 50 Fierce Battle

The heroes of Zhengdao are now at the end of the strong crossbow. The seven factions have lost two factions, and the sixty or seventy elites of the remaining five factions have been attacked twice, and the number has been cut in half.

The crowd pressed like a tide on the remnants of the right path.

There are only more than 30 people left who are the most outstanding people in the right path in the world. However, at this moment, these 30 people have to face hundreds of demon masters, and the situation is very critical.

The three schools of the Demon Sect have nourished their energy and have been planning for this war for a long time. They have encircled the Tianyi Pavilion of Huashan at all costs. A hundred years ago, they deliberately created a Wolong sect and placed it in the right path. In order to defeat the right factions, they took great pains.

Is the number of righteousness in the world broken tonight?

These 30 people sighed one after another!

"What are you afraid of leaving him with thousands of troops? I, Yanshan, are not greedy and afraid of death!"

Chen Jichang roared, sacrificed a silver fairy sword in his hand, and killed the rolling crowd. His roar was a little tragic, like the end of a hero.

A lightning flashed through the demonic crowd. Chen Jichang had knocked down dozens of demon disciples and waved his sword to kill all directions in the crowd.

The heroes of Zhengdao were all greatly encouraged by the "Thunder Sword" of Yanshan's Zhenshan stunt. For a while, their confidence doubled, full of fighting spirit, and they took action to kill the enemy one after another.

The magic weapons practiced by the masters of the Yanshan School, Sanqingguan and Shaohua Sect are fairy swords, and the swordsmanship of these top masters are even better. They only see all kinds of swords shining, like endless rain of arrows, shooting at the demons.

In the Zhengdao sect, Ziweiguan and Taishan Haoqi Sect are not the sects that mainly practice immortal swords, or use other divine swords, or use some strange magic weapons.

These more than 30 people are one of the few masters in the division. They have become famous for at least a hundred years. They are not comparable to ordinary magic masters. They can all be one hundred, just like entering no one's land. They are unimpeded among the magic masters. Only a few magic masters can confront them.

Among these people, Chen Jichang, the head of the Yanshan Sect, Jin Bosong, the patriarch of Taishan Haoqi Sect, Sun Ziyu, the elder of the Shaohua Sect, and Guangyun Zhenren are the top masters in the world today. Each of them has more than 300 years of cultivation and can take the lives of more than a dozen demon disciples.

After all, the two fists are defeated by four hands. Although these masters can be one hundred, they can't be one thousand. The end of heroes will eventually come.

At the end of the crowd and shouting, groups of people and horses of the three teams came slowly. Three people led the way, Youao, the saint of the Holy Dragon Sect, who revealed the spirit of Confucianism, and Yan Luo, the majestic master of the hell gate.

The valley owner of Lianhua Valley is a woman, known as the "Begonia Fairy", but she is slim, dressed in black gauze and long skirt, covered with black veil on her face. Although she can't see her face clearly, it can be seen that her skin is as white and tender as snow. She must be a beautiful woman.

Three teams of people stopped and stood in front of the fighting crowd, as if they had no intention of interfering. At this time, a man in red robe came to Youao, who was one of the five holy envoys of the Holy Dragon Sect. He bowed his hand to Youao and said respectfully, "Holy, except for the whereabouts of Guang Chengzi, who is unknown, everyone else is here!"

Hearing this, the begonia fairy, the owner of Lianhua Valley, frowned slightly, and there was an inexplicable worry in her heart. She asked Youao, "Mr. You, don't notice something strange?"

Youao smiled and replied, "I'm clumsy. Please ask the begonia fairy to understand."

The begonia fairy smiled and said quietly, "If Mr. You is clumsy, I'm afraid there will be no smart people in the world." She smiled for a moment and then said, "I think it's strange that our three families attacked Bagong Mountain so easily. Now that I hear that Guang Chengzi's whereabouts are unknown, I feel even more strange. Isn't it that people with three Qing views deliberately release water for us? Then give us a urn to catch turtles.

Yan Luo smiled and waved his hand directly at the begonia fairy and said, "The fairy is too worried. There are only a few hundred of the thousand disciples of Sanqingguan may escape or die. Now there are only hundreds left. The other alliance disciples stationed in Sanqingguan have been settled by Tianyi Pavilion and Wolongzong. What else can they do?"

"What do you think, Brother Youao?" Yan Luo suddenly turned his head and asked Youao.

Youao hummed softly and said lightly, "Brother Yan is right. What else is there to be afraid of now? We haven't taken action yet. These leaders and elders of the right path in the world can't stand it. What if we take action? I have checked that there are no deployed troops in the whole Bagong Mountain. What kind of tricks can Guang Chengzi play alone?

At this moment, a subordinate of the Hell Gate quickly ran over and told Yan Luo, "Master, I found the body of Guang Chengzi, who was in charge of Sanqingguan!"

When the three patriarchs heard the news, they said "hey". No one expected that the leader of the first school of the right path would die so easily.

The begonia fairy frowned and said in surprise, "Guang Chengzi, the famous Sanqing Guanzhu, died like this! Unbelievable!"

Yan Luo looked a little relaxed and said with a smile, "There is nothing to doubt about this. The more suspicious you are, the less bold you are. Those who are afraid of wolves and tigers will never be a big deal. The worst thing is death. Let's go to see the old corpse first."

The subordinates of the Hell Gate who found Guang Chengzi's body led the way and led the three suzerains to see what was going on.

At this time in the past, most of the disciples of Sanqingguan were immersed in their dreams. No one expected that the demon army would raid up the mountain tonight and kill them.

The army of the magic religion came like a tide, and it seemed that it would never be enough to kill, and countless disciples died in battle. Those who can persist until the end are the disciples with superb cultivation, but these disciples with superb cultivation are not much better. They fight against trapped beasts in the layers of the army of the demon religion.

Among the more than 50 surrounded disciples of Sanqingguan, young and talented figures such as Changqingzi, Shangguan Yu, Liu Changge and Changsongzi can be seen, including more than ten female disciples, but Xiao Yi's figure is not seen.

These people are the best disciples of Sanqingguan. They are not confused at all under the encirclement of the demon army, cooperate with each other and fight bravely to kill the enemy.

"These little guys are so energetic!" A big man in black robe jumped out of the crowd. Seeing a golden dragon embroidered on his black robe, he knew that he was the black dragon envoy among the five holy envoys of the Holy Dragon Sect.

I saw the black dragon jump in front of the disciples of the audience of Sanqing and smiled proudly and said, "If you can persist until now, it shows that you are excellent disciples of Sanqingguan and have excellent qualifications. You might as well switch to me. You can not only save your life, but also prosper in the future."

These more than 50 disciples of Sanqingguan threw cold eyes at the Black Dragon one after another, but they ignored it and did not mean to surrender.

Black Dragon is also a superior figure in the Holy Dragon Religion. These juniors did not give him any face at all. He inevitably rushed up angrily and shouted harshly, "Since you want to die, I will complete you. Who will come first?"

Liu Changge snorted coldly and stepped forward quickly. The 'Nanming Li Fire Sword' in his hand exuded a thousand fire, reflecting his blood-stained white clothes into fiery red.

The rolling heat wave spread on his face, and Nanming's fire sword was like a fast-speed fire dragon, swallowing up the figure of the black dragon envoy.

"Hum!"

A buzz was emitted by Nanming's fire sword. The next moment, the black gloom came and swallowed up the flames. The black dragon was proud, and the black and angry palms abruptly grabbed Nan Mingli's fire sword in his hand. The light of Nanming's fire sword was dim in an instant, and the red copper sword body was attacked by gloom and turned black.

Liu Changge was even more uncomfortable. A cold breath instantly hit his meridians, teaching him to feel pain all over, and let go of the fairy sword in his hand and fly back.

Then, a dazzling white light flashed, but it was the immortal sword "Xuanzhen" suddenly hit. The black dragon sneered, raised his hand and pointed gently, drawing a black light, counterattacking like lightning. The black lightning was so fast that Chang Qingzi could not avoid it. In a hurry, he had to put the "Xuanzhen" fairy sword across his chest to block the black lightning.

"Zhang!" Black lightning hit the body of the Xuanzhen fairy sword, and a buzz echoed.

Changqingzi's body was shocked and was forced to withdraw two feet away by this strong force before he stopped and stood firm.

Black Dragon was overjoyed and said proudly, "A group of overpowerful families...!" He didn't say a word "partner" yet, but he suddenly stopped. His expression was very painful, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down his rough face, his eyes widened and he couldn't close his eyes.

Only then did everyone see an old man in gray standing behind the black dragon, with his right palm on the Baihui hole above the head of the black dragon.

"Old road!" Changqingzi recognized this person at a glance and was surprised, "Aren't you the old way to burn the canteen?" He never expected that an ordinary fire-burning old man in the canteen would have such a high cultivation.

The old man, who was called the "old road" by Changqingzi, threw the black dragon's body aside and shouted hurriedly at Changqingzi and others: "Escape down the mountain quickly and keep the green mountains there. Don't be afraid of firewood!" If you don't make unnecessary sacrifices, it's important to save your life!"

After saying that, he waved his right hand and sacrificed a quaint fairy sword in his hand. The fairy sword was green in the hands of the old road. Between his waves, a cyan beam of light bombard the demons, and nearly 100 demon disciples buried their lives at this moment.

"I won't leave at this time! When will it be later?" The old road shouted to the dismayed disciples of the audience of Sanqing.

"Shangqing Sword?" Chu Jiang opened a burst of surprise and suddenly realized: "Where are you? You are still alive!"

He Fanglu laughed and said, "I didn't expect that Master Chu still recognized me. I haven't seen you for many years. How did you become a lackey of the magic religion?"

The old man was suddenly depressed and full of fighting spirit. He was not like the old dragon bell before. He waved the fairy sword in his hand and slowly stepped forward. He was so heroic that he was not an ordinary person at a glance.

Chu Jiang's face turned pale with fear, seemed to be extremely afraid of this person, and slowly retreated to the crowd.

He Fanglu roared, and the ancient sword of Shangqing was cut down in the air. The power of this move actually brought the image of shaking the earth and mountains, but a cyan storm suddenly blew up, which made the bodies of the demonic people fly across.

Changqingzi suddenly woke up and just knew that this burning old road was He Fanglu, a disciple of Sanqingguan, who was called the "first sword of the right path" many years ago. He was stunned and said, "Uncle He, why are you still alive? Didn't the master say that you have been immortal for more than 20 years?

He Fanglu couldn't explain and shouted harshly, "Let's escape first. Now is not the time to speak, and you have to save your lives to rebuild the Sanqing View!"

While talking, he pushed Changqingzi over and held the ancient sword and rushed to kill in the crowd of demons. When he rushed forward, he did not know when there was another blue shining ancient sword in his left hand, but it was the Taiqing ancient sword, one of the "Sanqing Swords" of Sanqing Guanzhen Mountain.

The two colors of blue and blue shine horizontally, and they travel unimped and rampage freely among the demons. This old man, like the ancient god of war, dared to fight and avoid it.

Chang Qingzi and others no longer hesitated. Under the cover of the sudden old man in gray, they hurriedly fled to Sanqingguan.