Under the immense might of the sword, the power of heaven and earth around them became extremely chaotic again. Everyone instinctively felt awe and could not even display their true strength.
However, this is not a bad thing for them. It is precisely because they cannot exert their strongest fighting power that no one has died after fighting for a long time.
"Boom!" Thunder sounded and the earth shook.
Powerful air currents spread out in all directions, the power of which was probably no less than the Jedi storm in the Beiyuan Mist Plain.
Below, everyone was shaken to the ground, but at this moment of life and death, no one dared to stop easily, and the battle continued.
With a loud bang, the two figures fighting fiercely in the air finally separated. Lu Guantian's face was pale, and he fell like a kite with a broken string. The front of his shirt was also stained bright red by the spurting blood.
Defeated, Lu Guantian lost!
Mu Hanyan and the others were silent in their hearts. Even though they had been fighting fiercely with Yun Qianmo and the others for a long time without a clear winner, once the Holy Lord was free, they would have no chance of resistance at all.
"I still can't stop you after all. Is this really God's will?" Lu Guantian looked at Mu Hanyan and others with a sad look in his eyes.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of "chi" in his ears, and a blood mist rose into the sky.
Turning his head, he saw that Ye Lanxun's sword had pierced into Yun Qianmo's heart, and his vitality was rapidly disappearing from his body.
Yun Qianmo, was defeated as well!
Seeing the blood gushing out of Yun Qianmo's chest and the vitality rapidly fading from his body, Mu Hanyan was shocked, and a strange feeling arose in her heart.
Judging from their previous fights, Yun Qianmo's strength was definitely not inferior to Ye Lanxun's, and she still remembered that Ye Lanxun once said that Yun Qianmo's strength was above his, and that he actually showed mercy during the fight at Beining Pass.
And at this moment, Yun Qianmo was actually defeated. It would have been fine if he had just lost, but he was defeated so completely.
Ye Lanxuan seemed a little surprised as well. He held the hilt of the sword and did not move for a long time. The two of them just stared at each other like two sculptures.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Yun Qianmo looked at Ye Lanxun. There was no sadness, no pain, no regret in his eyes. Instead, there was a sense of relief. There seemed to be a questioning look in his clear eyes.
Ye Lanxuan also looked at him and nodded slowly.
Although no one spoke, it seemed as if thousands of words were expressed in their eyes.
Yun Qianmo smiled, then fell on his back until the last bit of life dissipated from his body. There was still a faint smile on his face, relaxed and relieved.
Ye Lanxuan gently drew back his sword, and a few drops of blood fell along the edge of the sword. Although his expression was still so calm, Mu Hanyan clearly saw a trace of crystal water light also falling from his sword.
In an instant, Mu Hanyan understood something.
Yun Qianmo has his own beliefs and perseverance. He will never betray the Holy Lord, but he also does not want to see his best friend die in front of him.
Death is the best ending for him.
When our eyes met for the last time, he must have been asking, are we still friends?
Ye Lanxuan's nod in response also gave him the greatest comfort in the last moment of his life.
Mu Hanyan's eyes were also a little moist, and she was touched that Ye Lanxun had such a friend.
Ye Lanxuan unsheathed his long sword, and the sharp and majestic sword light slashed towards the other black-clothed sword masters.
Seeing Yun Qianmo die in battle, those people were also stunned. It was not until Ye Lanxun attacked that they woke up from their dream and hurriedly swung their swords to block. However, their strength was obviously far inferior to Ye Lanxun. As soon as the sword beams intersected, they were shocked and spitted blood and retreated repeatedly. The door of the barrier was opened again.
"Let's go!" Ye Lanxuan shouted and led everyone to rush out.
The descendants of the gods' guardians had been fighting hard for a long time, waiting for this moment. Naturally, they did not hesitate and rushed out with all their strength.
Their movements were quite fast, but there were people who were faster than them.
The dozen or so Saint Court elites simultaneously unleashed their might, charging ahead. They lacked the courage to confront the Saint Lord, yet were unwilling to embarrass Ye Lanxun and the descendants of the God's Guardians. Even more unwilling to be subjected to the fate of Tan Tai Changqing, Shao Chengxiong, and Wei Xiaotian, their only option was to leave this dangerous place as quickly as possible.
Mu Hanyan and others did not blame them. They could also imagine the inner conflicts of these Holy Court elites. In fact, they had already helped a lot by not taking action to stop them before.
Just as they were about to burst through the cemetery's barrier, a figure suddenly flashed before them. The Holy Lord had already blocked the entrance. With a flick of his sleeve, a massive surge of force surged forward, sending a dozen or so Holy Court elites bearing the brunt of the force spitting blood and tumbling back like rolling gourds.
The invisible force gathered on the gate of the barrier, and even Ye Lanxuan could not break through.
"Why bother? Do you really think that as long as you let them go, they will be able to escape from my grasp? Qianmo, you still underestimate my strength." The Holy Lord looked at Yun Qianmo, who had already become cold and lifeless, and sighed.
Then, he turned his head and looked at Ye Lanxun and others with a cold expression.
"Your Majesty, we are loyal to you and the Holy Court. Are you unwilling to even give us a chance to live?" An elite of the Holy Court climbed up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a sad face.
"What happened today must not be known to outsiders." The Holy Lord did not hide anything and said frankly.
"What!" The faces of those Holy Court elites changed. They had originally held on to the last glimmer of hope that the Holy Lord would let them go at the last moment because of their loyalty. Now they realized that they were too naive.
Such a result was not beyond Mu Hanyan's expectations. No matter what the Holy Lord's ultimate goal was, what happened today could not be made public. Once it was spread out, it would surely attract attacks from the entire continent. No matter how strong he was, it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the Holy Court Continent.
Tan Tai Changqing, Shao Chengxiong and others also changed their expressions slightly. Although they had already lost hope, they still felt uncomfortable seeing the Holy Lord being so heartless.
"For the safety of the continent and for the sake of hundreds of millions of Dawn people, I have no choice but to let you suffer. After you die, I will treat your families well, and your names will be left on the holy monument." The Holy Lord said with a sigh.
Upon hearing his words, all the elites of the Holy Court showed expressions of absolute grief and indignation.
"In that case, Your Majesty, please don't blame us for being rude." A Holy Court elite swallowed the pill, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened his back, and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
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