Chapter 290: The holy soldiers clash, are you not afraid even if Wei Fan comes?

"Not enough. If you agree to kill the Sky-lifting Demon King, this matter may still be negotiable. This beast has ambushed and killed Wei Fan before. Wei Fan will not let it go until he is dead!"

A "ruthless" look appeared on Wei Zhenwu's face.

He naturally knew that he couldn't give the demon clan a chance to breathe, but if he could trick the Saint Lord of the Xuanhe Sect into destroying the Demon King Qingtian, it would save him a lot of effort to deal with them later.

"You're dreaming!"

Unfortunately, the Holy Lord of the Xuanhe Sect is not a fool. Now there are probably only him and the Demon King Qingtian left in the demon clan. If he kills the Demon King Qingtian, he will be alone and powerless.

"It seems that you really want to hurt both of us!" The Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect stared at Wei Zhenwu and began to retreat.

Wei Zhenwu narrowed his eyes slightly: "You want to leave? This is a place where you can come and go as you please?"

As he spoke, the Tianhuang Halberd in his hand began to glow, as if the holy weapon could be revived at any time.

The Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect had no choice but to stop and said, "Wei Zhenwu, don't push me too far. Dao Collapse may end within three or four years. You should know that the founder of Xuanhe Sect is a demon saint who came from the outside world and has a great background. If you dare to destroy Xuanhe Sect, once Dao Collapse ends, the elders of Xuanhe Sect from the outside world will definitely settle accounts with you."

As the Holy Leader of Xuanhe Sect and the direct descendant of the Demon Saint who founded Xuanhe Sect, he naturally knew the origins of the Demon Saint of Xuanhe Sect.

It would be fine if the collapse of the Dao continued for a few thousand years, but with the current momentum, the collapse of the Dao would be over in a few years at most. By then, the strong men of his Crane Clan would know that the Xuanhe Sect was destroyed by Wei Zhenwu and others, and they would definitely take revenge.

Wei Zhenwu sneered, "Are you the only Xuanhe Sect that has elders outside? Don't my Wei family have any backers outside?"

He is a descendant of the former Holy Lord of the Tianhuang Empire. He also knows that the Wei family still has power in the outside world. Even if he has no backing in the outside world, he is not afraid of the threat from the Holy Lord of the Xuanhe Sect.

Things have come to this point. Even if the Crane Clan is the strongest in the world, they will still destroy the Xuanhe Sect. If the Crane Clan really has backers outside, they will also take revenge.

"Then let's see who's the real deal!"

The Holy Lord of the Xuanhe Sect said in a cold voice that he already understood that he had to fight to the death with the human race today. Since he had to fight, he might as well deal with Wei Zhenwu before Wei Fan and others arrived, and rush back to the Xuanhe Sect to meet up with the Demon King Qingtian. This way, his chances would be greater.

Boom! The dragon-patterned gilded bottle in his hand emitted a thousand-foot-high light, and his aura began to surge, madly devouring the power of heaven and earth.

In an instant, all the surrounding flowers, plants and trees withered, and streams of life force flowed into the dragon-patterned gilded bottle. Terrifying waves swept across the sky and earth.

The huge bottle mouth turned around and pointed at Wei Zhenwu like a black hole.

"I have been guarding you with the Holy Soldiers for so many years, but you and I have never fought with the Holy Soldiers. Well, today you and I will fight with the Holy Soldiers with all our strength, which can be regarded as the continuation of the Holy Death Battle!"

Wei Zhenwu's eyes became sharp, and his fighting spirit soared to the sky.

Originally, he should have waited for Wei Fan to come and join forces with Wei Fan to kill the Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect. This would be safer, but the Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect activated the holy soldiers, which aroused his desire to fight.

He is the descendant of the former Holy Lord of the Tianhuang Empire, and naturally has some grudges about the battle in the past. If the Martial Saint of Guangling Sect had not betrayed the human race, the Xuanhe Sect would have been massacred by his ancestors long ago.

However, in a battle in the past, his ancestor was besieged by the Saint Lord of Xuanhe Sect and the Saint Lord of Guangling Sect, and eventually died with hatred in his heart.

If Huang Yuan were to say who hated Xuanhe Sect and Guangling Sect the most, it must be someone from his Wei family.

Boom! The Tianhuang Halberd in his hand began to vibrate, and divine light shone forth. The huge halberd shadow seemed to be poking a hole in the sky.

Boom boom...

The holy soldiers clashed, destroying heaven and earth.

The vibrations of the two holy weapons just touched each other, and in an instant the mountains and rivers were shattered, the earth sank, and all things were shattered.

The originally lush and green mountains suddenly turned into a vast expanse of yellow sand. The mountaintops were all flattened. The earth could not bear the heavy burden and waves of terror and destruction spread in all directions.

Fortunately, this is a deserted wilderness. If it were in the human heartland, a city with millions of people would be razed to the ground in an instant.

"The Holy Lord and Wei Zhenwu are fighting!"

"Not good, this is a battle of holy soldiers. The Holy Lord and Wei Zhenwu are fighting here with holy soldiers. Aren't they afraid of also defeating the Xuanhe Sect?"

"Is the human race going to have a decisive battle with the demon race? Otherwise, how could Wei Zhenwu dare to launch a great battle of holy soldiers?"

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There was a scream in the Xuanhe Sect, and all the disciples had looks of fear on their faces.

The Xuanhe Sect is not close to the place where the battle is taking place, but it is not far away either. If the holy soldiers clash, even if this place is protected by the Martial Saint Formation, it may be destroyed.

"All disciples, form a formation. Please invite the Sky-lifting Demon King to preside over the formation!"

An elder of the Xuanhe Sect roared and handed the formation flag to the Demon King Qingtian. Without the Demon King to preside over the formation, even the Martial Saint formation could not withstand the fluctuations of the battle between the holy soldiers.

Moreover, given Wei Zhenwu's character, once the holy soldiers started fighting, he would definitely deliberately lead the battlefield to the Xuanhe Sect. Over the years, Wei Zhenwu has been using this to prevent the Xuanhe Sect from acting rashly.

"Wei Zhenwu, you shameless fellow, threatened the lives of my disciples of Xuanhe Sect, and you still have the nerve to talk about fighting with all your strength. If you have the guts, go to the sky and fight!"

The Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect felt the mountain protection formation of Xuanhe Sect activated in the distance, and couldn't help but show anger.

He has his own sect behind him, as well as his descendants and relatives, so he doesn't dare to fight with all his might.

"Then let's go to the sky and fight!"

Wei Zhenwu said coldly: "Let me see what your Xuanhe Sect Demon Saint left for you!"

As they spoke, the two men restrained the power of their holy weapons and soared into the air.

In the past, he had no choice but to threaten the lives of the disciples of the Xuanhe Sect. Now that the human race is about to wipe out the demons in the wilderness, he wants to have a real fight with the Holy Lord of the Xuanhe Sect to prove that the Tianhuang Empire is stronger than the Xuanhe Sect.

Boom! The man and the demon flew to a high enough place, and when the fluctuations of the holy weapons no longer affected the ground below, they immediately urged the holy weapons to attack each other.

The clouds in the sky had long since evaporated, revealing the blue sky, and one could "see" the majestic and boundless Dao of Qi Daozhen.

At this moment, Qi Daozhen's Dao, under the revival of the two holy weapons, made a slight roar, as if it was about to collapse faster again.

"The battle between the holy soldiers was so terrifying that it could even shake Qi Daozhen's Dao. How did Wei Fan kill Qi Daozhen when Murong Hua brought the holy soldiers?"

The Demon King Qingtian, who was in charge of the Xuanhe Sect's formation, couldn't help but change his expression when he saw this scene.

He was a demon king who had lived for more than a thousand years, but it was also the first time he saw the revival of the holy weapon. Even through the Martial Saint formation, he felt his heart tremble. It was hard to imagine how Wei Fan managed to kill Murong Hua when he faced Murong Hua who used the holy weapon.

boom……

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In the sky, the Tianhuang Halberd and the Dragon-patterned Gilded Bottle quickly collided with each other under the urging of Wei Zhenwu and the Holy Lord of the Xuanhe Sect.

The Tianhuang Ji has a domineering aura and an indestructible edge.

The dragon-patterned gilded bottle exudes a deep aura, as if it were an unfathomable abyss.

The two holy weapons emitted a brilliant light, like two suns colliding in the sky. The terrifying destructive waves radiated out for dozens of miles in an instant.

If the battle had not taken place in the sky, who knows how many mountains and rivers would have been destroyed.

"The dragon-patterned gilded bottle is nothing more than this! Haha..."

Wei Zhenwu's face flushed and he stepped back laughing.

Click…

At the same time, a subtle sound was heard, and a large number of cracks appeared on his body as the King of Martial Arts.

Even if he held the Holy Weapon in his hand, the backlash from the clash of Holy Weapons was not something he could withstand. Although the third level of Martial King cultivation was the strongest in the wilderness, this level of cultivation was still too much for the Holy Weapon. It was like a three-year-old child playing with a sword, hurting both the enemy and himself.

But he was still lucky. The Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and his body was also covered with cracks. At this moment, he couldn't even open his mouth and could only glare at Wei Zhenwu.

"you……"

The Holy Leader of Xuanhe Sect had red eyes. It was the first time that the two holy soldiers clashed, and he was inferior to Wei Zhenwu.

In addition, the dragon-patterned gilded bottle in his hand was still madly devouring his strength and lifespan, so simply speaking was as difficult as ascending to heaven for him.

"call out!"

The next moment, while Wei Zhenwu was stunned, the Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect turned around without hesitation and plunged into the Xuanhe Sect's mountain protection formation.

From the beginning to the end, he had never thought about fighting with Wei Zhenwu now. Everything he did was just for the opportunity to return to Xuanhe Sect.

If the Black Wing Tiger King and the Golden Peng Demon King are dead, the only chance for the demon clan is to use the holy weapons to bless the Martial Saint Formation, so as to win a glimmer of hope for the demon clan.

After the clash of divine weapons, he distanced himself from Wei Zhenwu. How could he continue to fight with Wei Zhenwu?

"Damn beast!"

Wei Zhenwu was a little angry, but he didn't chase after him.

Although he is stronger than the Saint Lord of Xuanhe Sect, he is not much stronger. Now that the Saint Lord of Xuanhe Sect and the Demon King Qingtian have joined forces, the power of the two demon kings have been combined through the holy formation, and with the power of a group of demons from the Xuanhe Sect, he is no longer able to match the holy soldiers mobilized by the Martial Saint Formation in this situation.

The only solution now is to wait for Wei Fan and others to arrive, and then join forces to destroy the Xuanhe Sect.

Light surged on his body, and the dense cracks began to disappear.

"Wei Zhenwu, do you dare come over and fight, old man?" The Sky-clearing Demon King shouted inside the formation, provoking Wei Zhenwu.

The Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect returned with his holy soldiers and merged with the Martial Saint formation. They were now confident that they could kill Wei Zhenwu.

However, Wei Zhenwu was not fooled at all. As a descendant of the Tianhuang Empire, he was also born in the Holy Sect. He knew that there was a close connection between the Holy Sect's formation and the Holy Soldiers. Once the two were combined, their power would increase dramatically! If Murong Hua had not been so blindly confident in the Holy Soldiers, thinking that he would be invincible with them, and had come down the mountain to kill Wei Fan, he would not have been killed by Wei Fan, and the Guangling Sect would not have been destroyed.

This was also the reason why he had not allowed the Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect to return to Xuanhe Sect. Unfortunately, after the battle between the holy soldiers, he himself suffered backlash and was unable to stop the Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect from returning.

At this moment, the dragon-patterned gilded bottle on the head of the Xuanhe Sect's Holy Lord has been activated by the great formation, and his face is full of vigor and vitality: "Wei Zhenwu, you should know that with the activation of the Holy Formation, we can at least exert 20% to 30% of the power of the Holy Weapons. Even if Wei Fan comes with the Holy Weapons, we are not afraid.

As before, how about we stop here? I can guarantee that humans and demons will live in peace from now on."

(End of this chapter)