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"Boom!" Another loud noise sounded at this time, which was the huge sound caused by Yan Yin rushing into the demon elders.

The joining forces between the two strongest men is impossible to say that it does not put pressure on the elders of the demon clan, because both Qianyu and Yan Yin represent the top human strength.

But what about them?

The top strength of the demon clan was already slaughtered by the demon emperor Bai Zhi after the battle more than ten years ago, and the remaining strong men were less than twenty.

But will they give up?

Won't!

Even if they are desperate to lose their lives, they will never give up, and they will not be able to retreat, no matter how strong the opponent they face is.

This is a battle to persevere to the death, without any retreat, and every demon elder has a strong will that is unparalleled.

"Don't think of hurting my master!" In the neat voice, the powerful power of the demon elders also burst out, pushing Qian Yu and Yan Yin who were forcing Yun Qingwu away in a nearly violent way.

"The master of Qianlou was forced to retreat?!"

"What's going on?"

This scene seemed a little sudden.

The powerful people in the holy realm and the disciples of the sect below obviously didn't understand it very much.

Because this is something that should not have happened, and it is also a power that the elders of the demon clan should not have, but the fact is that Qian Yu and Yan Yin were indeed pushed out for five steps.

In the world's "Qiwen Zhi", there are always some special records, such as the wonders of the wind valley outside the Cold Ape tribe in the Southern Region, and some strange creatures in some regions.

In addition to wonders and strange things, there is another type of strange things.

For example, when a child is pressed by a falling rock in the rock, an ordinary mother suddenly bursts out a terrifying force and lifts the rock.

Such things are rare, but they do exist.

Some people say this is the power of maternal love, while others say it is a sudden outbreak of potential. But in fact, these things all have one thing in common, that is, will, a strong and firm will.

And the demon elders now obviously have this will. They are not afraid of death or strength. They only have one thought in their hearts to stop all those who are close to Yun Qingwu.

This is guardian.

Protecting the most important things in your heart and not letting anyone touch them. This kind of guardian will naturally give them powerful strength to surpass themselves.

"Yun Qingwu!" Unlike the shocked Saint Realm powerhouses and sect disciples below, Fang Zhengzhi was not surprised that Qian Yu and Yan Yin would be forced to retreat.

In fact, the moment he contacted the demon elders, he had already felt the strong and firm will in the hearts of these demon elders.

The end of the battle is the confrontation between will and will.

Fang Zhengzheng will not retreat.

Because, in his heart, there is also a will, and in his heart, there is also a person to protect, so how can he retreat?

"Die!" Fang Zhengzheng moved, his body as lightning as lightning, and almost instantly, he had already reached the front of the demon elders again.

At a very close distance, you can even feel each other's heavy breathing.

"Ying!" The loud sword sounded again, but unlike the sword just now, this time, the scarless sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand did not stab forward.

Instead, he lifted up very high.

In the martial arts of the Great Xia Dynasty, from villages to city, there has always been a very ordinary sword technique. The name of the sword technique is "Strive to Slash the Mountain".

It can be said that this is a fancy sword.

However, Fang Zhengzhi used it at this time, and it can be seen that his hand holding the hilt of the sword without trace was very tight.

Hold both hands on the hilt of the sword at the same time.

He held high without hesitation, and then cut down without hesitation.

This sword has no brilliant light, nor is there a huge wave of tsunamis. There is only one thing, will, and will that cuts through everything.

"You can't kill the young master!"

"Can't kill!"

The voices of the elders of the demon clan also sounded at this moment, with old faces and snow-white hair, but they had a kind of strength that came from the inside.

The scarless sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand slashed down.

At an extremely fast speed, he slashed in the middle of the demon elders with a strange purple.

The weapons in the hands of the elders of the demon clan also came up. Although their strength was not enough, and their speed was not enough, they could withstand the sword that was cut down with their bodies. At the same time, the weapons in their hands also stabbed towards Fang Zhengzhi without hesitation.

"don't want!"

"Shaodi!"

"Fang Zhengzheng, I will never let you hurt the young master!"

"Kill her!"

"Kill Yun Qingwu!"

Various sounds sounded at this moment, and it was hard to hear who was coming from, but one thing was certain that these sounds were all heard at the same time.

No one paid attention to anything else, because at this moment, all eyes were completely focused on the traceless sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand.

The first thing that Wuhen Sword hit the sword was the raised arm of a demon elder. Without too much obstacle, the arm stopped directly in the air.

Next, the Wuhen Sword slashed on the shoulder under the arm again.

Bright red blood splashes.

But at this moment, a silver-white hook finally blocked the front of the Wuhen Sword, from bottom to top, trying to lift the Wuhen Sword from the shoulders of the demon elders.

The sharp and harsh collision sounded.

Very short!

It ended almost in a moment.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the silver-white hook was broken, cut off by the Wuhen Sword, and was cut open to the shoulders of the demon elders.

The excited sword sound came from the Wuhen Sword.

Because the sword tip of the Wuhen Sword was approaching Yun Qingwu, who was standing behind the demon elder, was less than an inch away, and the cold light on the sword tip had already begun to vomit forward.

Yun Qingwu's phoenix eyes also widened at this moment, and there seemed to be a sense of disbelief in her eyes. Although this disbelief was hidden very deeply, it did exist.

"Ding!" A light sound was made again, and it was the sound of a long sword in the hand of a demon clan stabbing the blade of the sword without trace.

In addition to this long sword, on the other side, there was a green scimitar lying across the cold light that was sucked and spitted by the sword tip of the Wuhen Sword.

This is all happening in an instant.

Even these sounds are mixed with other sounds. For example, the light sound of this "ding" sound is actually not available between the crisp sound of the previous "click".

Of course, if one of these sounds is enough to reach everyone's ears, it must be the sword sound from the scarless sword.

This sword sound made the sword on the sword without trace bend and then break again.

Similarly, this kind of sword sound will pierce the green long sword blocking the tip of the Wuhen Sword, and the cold light will suck and spit out, and the strange purple will continue to slash forward.

And just as the tip of the sword of Wuhen Sword was about to touch Yun Qingwu's chest, a snow-white petal suddenly fell from the air.

Then, a sword also appeared in front of the Wuhen Sword.

It was a long sword as crystal clear as snow, with a snow-white hilt and a hand holding the sword was also slender and white. However, the snow-white scholar's robe on his body was stained with blood.

The Sword of Inaction!

This sword belongs to Nangong Hao.

But now, this one blocked the sword in front of the Wuhen Sword.

Nangong Hao's sword has always been very fast, and inaction means being able to do things. From drawing the sword to collecting the sword, Nangong Hao has almost reached the extreme in terms of fast word.

"After all, it's a little bit short..." Yun Qingwu looked at the two swords near her eyes, and sighed again at the corner of her mouth.

"Little bit? Will it be?!" Fang Zhengzhi was naturally not surprised that Nangong Hao would draw his sword, because Nangong Hao is still under Yun Qingwu's control.

However, Nangong Hao's sword...

Can you really block your own sword?

Fang Zhengzhen is uncertain.

So, how can Yun Qingwu be sure?

"Fang Zhengzheng, go away!"

"Boy... hurry up, run!"

Just when Fang Zhengzhi was confused, two eager voices also sounded. He could roughly hear these two voices. The former was Qianyu, while the latter...

It's Yan Yin!

Whether it was Qianyu or Yan Yin, it was not too far from him, which made these two eager shouts come into his ears very clearly.

But why run away?
To be continued...