This war in the world is different from the army.

There is not so much attention to the battles of the army. There are usually two battlefields in this battle between the world, one is the battle of the masters that stirs up the world.

In an absolute battle, most of the winners and losses depend on the command of the first army marshal, while the war in the martial arts depends more on the masters, especially in this kind of melee in the outside world, there are not so many battle formations, and some only have one strength, and the power of the masters is infinitely magnified.

There are now two battlefields in this Goddess Cliff. The two masters fight in the sky or on the hills, and at the bottom are thousands of secular warriors and a small number of great practitioners.

Especially in this battle between the two sides, the strength of both sides is equal, and both the war between the masters and the battles of other warriors are in full swing.

The strongest people in this game are Ksitigarbha and Tang Zhan, but the righteous martial arts world has the advantage of the number of people. In terms of the number of masters, it is almost twice that of the demons. Whether it is Tang Zhan or Ksitigarbha, they all deal with four or five masters alone, including the helms of the seven sects and eight sects and the helms of major martial arts families.

A hundred miles away, the Fengmanlou array plate was running faster and faster. Several array flags were already burning due to excessive operation. Fortunately, Fengmanlou was very prepared and did not dare to relax at all. He could always restore the array plate in time.

In the Goddess Cliff, there were already changes in the wind and clouds, and the world changed color, but there was still no trace of victory or defeat.

Qi Bufan inserted a formation flag into the formation plate, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the ancestor, and asked, "Ancestor, each of these Ksitigarbha King and Tang Zhan is capable of competing with several masters, all of whom have been famous for many years. Could it be that these two have become immortals in the world?"

The ancestor Feng Manlou shook his head and said, "Impossible. If he becomes a Hongchen Immortal, there is no need to fight this battle. Every Hongchen Immortal is a powerful man in the country and exists in the legend. Although it is also in the realm of divine thoughts, it has actually exceeded the realm of the master. If these two people become Hongchen Immortals, one person is enough to subvert this battle."

Qi Bufan swallowed, looked back at the destructive battle waves in the formation plate, and said, "This... what kind of style should the Red Dust Immortal be?"

The ancestor Feng Manlou sighed and said, "Today, I'm afraid only the legendary number one in the world, Xu Changsheng, is the legendary immortal of the Red Dust. Even Mr. Wuque, who suppresses the martial arts world, may not have entered the realm of the Red Dust Immortal. Otherwise, the Xia Kingdom would be stronger."

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In the battlefield, there were sounds of fighting in all fields, mountains collapsed and earth broke, and Buddhist sounds filled with them. Headed by the monks from Daguangming Temple, the remaining sects of the seven sects and eight sects joined forces to lead the righteous way of the world and the disciples of the demonic way to fight.

In this battle, the master was already in a balanced confrontation. No matter how strong Tang Zhan and Ksitigarbha King were, there were nearly ten masters who had successfully restrained the two. In the case of one-on-one, the other masters could not decide the winner for a while.

After all, any master in the world is a hero. Unless someone like Chen Tongxuan participates in the battle, he can kill an opponent as soon as possible to break the balance in a one-on-one situation. There is such a strong man in the Demonic Way and is restrained. Perhaps Master Xu Ci is the same on the righteous way, but he forgot to be restrained.

In this battle, both the demon and the righteous path were all prepared and were all fighting hard. No one could see through whether the demon was high or the Tao was rising until the last moment.

In the sky, there are Buddha light shining, demon flames, Buddha's kingdom collapse, and demon world cracks, and the entire battlefield is filled with storms.

In addition to the master's efforts, the practitioners on the battlefield below are also fighting hard, while on the battlefield below, the righteous martial arts world is relatively at a disadvantage.

Two days ago, the magic Taoist raided the firewood from the bottom of the cauldron and played a beheading operation, killing or seriously injured almost all the young leaders in the righteous martial arts world, which severely damaged the morale of the righteous. Especially among the great practitioners, the most influential ones are now only Qixiufang Suyi.

This is also the reason why Qingyi pretends to be a simple one.

As she expected, no one recognized her not Suyi, or the Zhengdao Jianghu needed a seven mystery in the world to increase morale, and the Demon Jianghu also needed to kill the young generation of Zhengdao in this battlefield to suppress the morale of Zhengdao to enhance morale.

Qingyi's current identity is Suyi, who is the seven mysteries in the world. Since this battle started, she was the person who rushed to the front. She had a long piano in one hand and the sound was lingering, but it turned into weapons and killed people invisibly.

Qingyi walked through the battlefield, and her piano seemed to be an invisible bow and arrow. Wherever she passed, a large area fell from afar.

Suddenly, Qingyi's expression suddenly changed. Her right foot stepped on the sand and stone hard, and she flew backward without hesitation, constantly waving the strings. The strings of the air began to overlap, forming a thick layer of protective cover in front of her.

A long spear fell, like a mountain fell, making a loud noise like thunder, and a crack appeared on the long zither in Qingyi's hand.

This person is a legendary genius of the Western Regions Demon Cult. Qingyi knew this person. His status in the Demonic Way is no less than that in the Seven Mysteries of the World, and what is the name of the Blood Prince!

The spear broke through the strings of the air and kept rotating, and sank half an inch into the shiny long piano. Qingyi widened her eyes and slapped the long piano with a forceful palm. A long sword flew out of the broken zither body and landed steadily in her hand.

When the sword fell in my hand, Qingyi was still Qingyi, and her body was still flying backwards, but she became more calm and she felt a little sad in her eyes. The Blood Master just happened to see Qingyi's eyes, and her heart felt for no reason and heartache!

Qingyi held a sword in her hand, and the fierce battlefield around her seemed to have disappeared, and there was only the sad woman who seemed to be crying, but she did not cry.

The figure follows the wind, and a drop of tears falls.

"Tick"

Tears fell on the face and splashed everywhere in an instant.

A tear was broken, but it was spreading, as if a star was broken, and strands of water began to entangle, getting bigger and bigger, and surging. In a short time, it was like a long river falling from the nine heavens surging.

"He said: Drawing the knife to cut off the water will flow even more, raising the glass to relieve sorrow and sorrow. This sword is called deep love!"

The love is deep, but the love arises!

When I entered my lovesickness door, I realized that my lovesickness was painful.

Lovesickness is endless, sword intent is endless!

At that moment, a drop of tears turned into a river that was overwhelming, surging endlessly, heading towards the bloody young master.

The bloody young master, caught off guard, hurriedly retreated, but his retreat exposed the magic warrior behind him, and an endless sword of lovesickness shot out from the river.

Swords and swords are life-threatening!
Chapter completed!