Volume 2, Chapter 86: Melee.

Eight giant beasts transformed into a torrent of steel and attacked from behind.

Wherever it passed, there was a roar and people and horses fell to the ground.

Li Gao, the little monk, and Dongfang Qingzhu, accompanied by eight beasts, fought in the enemy's formation.

The magic in his hands was whistling.

Soon, his body was covered in blood.

But it is the blood of the enemy.

The long sword in Dongfang Qingzhu's hand was sharp.

Accompanied by the seemingly weak but actually strong thunder that rises from time to time.

Wherever the sword points, it's the enemy's vital points.

One step, one kill.

She has long lost the naivety she had in the Mountain of Beasts.

Nowadays, girls have no fear in their eyes when they kill people.

Some are just numb.

Over the past month, her delicate face has been filled with more sorrow.

It looks a bit vicissitudes of life.

But it is undeniable.

She has grown up.

The enemy in front of him is Ye Tingmu’s enemy.

That is her enemy.

If I could practice, I would not be able to kill the enemy for Ye Tingmu.

Then what is the meaning of her cultivation?

The war continues.

The victory or defeat was quietly decided by a big hand.

Gradually shifting towards Kyushu.

In the sky.

Ye Tingmu called the wind and lightning, and controlled the thunder and called for rain.

The long sword was sharp and lightning flashed everywhere.

There was also the sound of howling wind.

Suddenly, golden light broke through the air.

The greatsword fell.

Another long sword swung into the air.

The world is in utter silence.

The absolute firepower coverage is fully demonstrated at this moment.

Guarding the wandering sword in the vast sky.

A bad wind blew all over the body.

It occasionally emits huge beams of energy.

When the wings flutter, an attack is sure to come.

Its sharp fangs dropped.

Killed another saint.

The sky is weeping blood and thunder is roaring.

The snowflakes were dyed red.

The originally white Zhulu City turned scarlet.

It looks very strange.

Feng He always wandered around Ye Tingmu.

Find time and cut the air with your long sword.

Canghaixiao and Ye Tingmu fought together.

The roaring water of the Milky Way is competing with the thunder.

It was just like the epic battle at Shuiyunjian.

The same was true in that battle.

The battle between Wang Changsheng and Dongfang Shuo is also a contest between water and thunder.

The softest and the hardest.

A showdown between fates.

I have to say that Canghai Xiao is worthy of the title of the third saint of Canghai.

At this time, he and Ye Tingmu were very anxious.

Ye Tingmu couldn't do anything to him for a while.

It was a bit difficult to fight, not to mention that there were saints from Canghai attacking him from all sides.

It seemed as if everyone's criticism was focused on him at this moment.

I must kill him and fight to the death.

Baifaxian and others subconsciously approached Ye Tingmu.

Now even though the other three saints have died one after another.

But there are still 18 saints.

Including Ye Tingmu, there are only twelve of us.

We still don't have the upper hand in terms of numbers.

In addition to Ye Tingmu and Shou, there are also the Three Saints of the Blood God Sect.

The other seven people were already at the end of their strength.

A long period of fighting with the few against the many.

They all had injuries on their bodies to varying degrees.

Especially the eldest elder of the clan, who was already on the verge of collapse and was holding on with just one breath.

The rest of the people are not much better.

But it is much better than before.

If Ye Tingmu had not arrived in time.

The outcome of this battle has probably been decided just now.

Ye Tingmu gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with brilliance from time to time.

Naturally, he also felt the strain.

But he didn't care.

He must win this battle, and he must win.

Images of countless people flashed through his mind.

Whether they have died in battle or are still fighting.

Kyushu cannot be destroyed.

The people he cares about are all in Kyushu.

Yejia Village, his brothers and sisters, friends...brothers, everything, everything he cherishes, is here.

His life is destined to be filled with many battles.

But he can't lose, he can't afford to lose.

He has to win.

He roared angrily, containing all his hatred and rage, echoing throughout the place.

Hua Lei is about to strike out with a sword.

The sword suddenly slashed through the sky.

It turned into flowing clouds that swept across the sky.

Countless sword intentions roared.

"Hmph...Ye Tingmu, I admit that you are very strong, but this is far from enough. Jiuzhou must be destroyed today." Canghai did not forget to mock while attacking.

Ye Tingmu didn't care at all.

"Saints of the Canghai, you will all perish today, and I will completely destroy the Canghai in the future."

“Arrogant….”

The battle here flared up again.

It's getting worse.

But somewhere the battle has already come to an end.

Above Zhulu Academy.

Above the sky.

A figure was falling rapidly.

Like a shooting star.

When it landed.

There was a loud roar.

The snow was splashed again.

Disappeared into the sky.

Liu Bai covered his chest.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his gray beard red.

His old face now looked even older.

The heavenly book still appeared behind him, but it was only vaguely visible.

It's not as big as before, nor as bright as before.

His eyes were lowered, showing calmness but also unwillingness.

It feels like a deep sense of powerlessness, yet it also seems like a struggle.

In a word, the light in his eyes is complex, just like his mood.

In front of him.

Two figures slowly descended.

The long blue hair floated slightly.

The snowflakes around them were bounced away by the aura of the two people before they fell.

The woman had a fair face and was extremely beautiful, but her emerald green eyes were too cold.

She spoke slowly.

"Mr. Liu, I'm sorry for offending you today."

Liu Bai is a literary saint. His virtue and name are known throughout the East China Sea.

Therefore, even enemies should be given absolute respect.

Liu Bai chuckled, followed by a weak cough.

As usual, he stroked his beard out of habit.

However, inadvertently, a few bloodstains appeared on the withered palms.

"The young are worthy of respect and admiration. It seems that I am getting old."

It is true that Liu Bai is the number one saint in Jiuzhou.

He is also the oldest saint in Kyushu.

But he was just a literary sage after all, and his interests were nothing more than poetry and books.

As for fighting, it was never his strong point.

All I can say is that if a fight breaks out, we can fight.

But if you say it's strong, it's not that strong.

Whether it was Wang Changsheng or Dongfang Shuo, who came after him in rank, they were both better than him.

Right now, the two of them have fallen.

If we have to say who is the strongest saint in Jiuzhou, it is still not him.

He should be ranked after Li Bai.

Therefore, today, he and Canghai are the second and fourth masters.

Being able to fight to this extent.

It is really not easy.

Cang Hai Shen Lan bowed.

He asked, "Does the old Taoist have any last words to say?"

They couldn't delay any longer.

This battle has lasted too long, although the sky is gloomy and the exact position of the sun is unknown.

But they knew that it was almost dusk.

And just now, on the battlefield in the distance.

They felt that three saints had fallen again.

Among them are the two saints of Canghai.

So something must have happened.

They need to go for support.

Just as Canghai Xiao thought, the Canghai Empire had been preparing for this battle for a very long time.

They can't lose, and they must not lose.