Finally, Qing Xuanle could no longer sit still.

She stood up and was about to leave.

"It's too late... Ninth sister, my father has taken away the Sheji Seal, and the defense above the imperial court is empty. At this moment, the imperial court has been besieged by 10 golden elixir demons, and none of us can get out."

Hearing this, everyone raised their heads.

Sure enough, above the clouds in the sky, ten strange blood lights were constantly dividing the space, and dark cracks appeared one after another.

You must know that in the entire imperial court, all the important ministers combined, and the few people who came to help, there are only 9 Jindan... Not to mention that Qingxuanle cannot leave at all, even if she can, the battlefield will not allow her to leave.

"The victory or defeat of Wulong Sect all depends on fate."

Qing Xuanyun sighed.

Through the light curtain, Jing Qingsu looked at the black figure in the crowd, his pupils flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

…

"The spirit of war is pitifully thin. The reason why there are so few battles in history where a small number of people win a large number is because this despair will first completely destroy one's own beliefs."

Zhao Chu remained silent.

Previously, Zeyan's giant cannon was so vicious that the battlefield became a one-sided massacre, and the morale of the soldiers was high.

At this moment, no one could see the chance of victory. They felt sad, and their morale was also low. They were like a sickly tuberculosis patient who could not even breathe.

The Monument of No Regrets, which had been stirring and trembling during this period, also quietly fell into silence.

Without the spirit of war, the monument of no regrets is like a stubborn stone.

"People's hearts are unpredictable. It's really difficult to make my element evolve."

Zhao Chu turned around and looked.

Not to mention ordinary disciples, even spirits such as Wang Junchen, Liu Yueyue and Fang Sanwan were blinded by despair... As for the others, they were so discouraged that they had even lost the courage to draw their swords.

silence!

The whole world seemed to have been deprived of its vitality. It was a hundred miles in diameter and completely deserted. Even the weeds were swaying here and there, as if they were tired of the boring life.

In complete silence.

Zhao Chu slowly took a step forward, holding his head high and chest high, his spine was stronger than a green pine, and his pupils shone with fearless light, which actually made the space a little distorted.

Seeing this, many frustrated people raised their heads.

So what can 40,000 demons do? This is a desperate situation that no one person can change.

Then, the pupils of these people dimmed again.

…

"We are as small as a speck of dust."

"But if we condense into a solid stone, we can smash the enemy's brains out."

"We are a weed that has been trampled thousands of times."

"But when we weave it into a straw rope, we can strangle the enemy's neck."

"We are a drop of smelly water."

"But after we gather into a swamp, we can drown the enemy alive."

"There is no fear in my eyes, no fear in my heart, and even less fear in the sword in my hand... Even if there is a hell in front of me, why would I dare to bury my fighting spirit?"

"My body can be corrupted, but my fighting spirit is immortal... When we meet on a narrow road, whoever draws his sword will win."

Boom!

Zhao Chu stepped hard on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his body was already flying into the air. Wind and thunder rolled along the way, and a dark crack appeared.

His pupils were cold.

His body moved with the wind, his palms flew, and the fighting spirit of the Blood Dragon Halberd was already boiling.

Fighting alone in a city.

At this moment, Zhao Chu ignited the only soul in the world... The Blood Dragon Halberd dragged out a line of blood that was ten feet long, and his body rushed into the center of the Wulong Sect's puppet.

Like a moth to the flame.

It's like hitting an egg against a stone.

I have never been afraid.

…

"Brother, it's dangerous!"

Huang Lingling was anxious, and her heart was almost broken by fright.

The corpse of the disciple who was penetrated just now was still cold, like a threatening letter written by a vicious demon.

Zhao Chu is actually making the same mistake he made.

…

"Celestial Dragon... split the sky!"

"Earth dragon...shatters all directions!"

"Xuanlong... kill all living beings!"

"Huanglong...break the liver and intestines!"

"Wulong... fight against the great wilderness!"

Seeing tens of thousands of spears coming through the air, Zhao Chu's end in the next second was a corpse on the spot... With just a flick of his finger, the Yuan magnetic gold dust gathered into a small shield. The first batch of bombardments fell, and the Yuan magnetic gold dust fell.

Dust shatters.

But he also bought three precious seconds for Zhao Chu.

The Blood Dragon Halberd wreaked havoc on the world, revealing its fangs. Zhao Chu gritted his teeth and blasted out the entire five-style Black Dragon Halberd in three seconds.

limit!

The Purple Cloud Spiritual Sea rolls without hesitation, supporting the incredible and terrifying consumption. This is the strongest move he can currently perform.

The blood dragon roared all over the sky, and the whole world was filled with blood.

Zhao Chu's target has been the weakest Wulong Sect foundation-building puppet from the beginning... If he wants to arouse the silent volcano and wake up the sleeping lion, he can only use thunderous thunder to resound throughout the world.

This thunder is...

Kill foundation building instantly!

Boom!

All the Wulong Sect disciples who had been reduced to puppets had just planned their next attack. Zhao Chu's Blood Dragon Halberd shattered layers of space and actually cut off a human head.

Lightning flint.

Unprepared.

No one can react.

It's impossible to react.

The Monument of No Regrets is an important weapon in the world. Just a trace of breath is enough to make the puppet elder reveal some flaws.

In a flash of lightning, Zhao Chu's body was shattered by thousands of spears.

Countless people suffered from liver and gallbladder splitting. Fortunately, they did not reveal their sadness. The figure disappeared into thin air... It was an afterimage.

Three feet away, Zhao Chu was holding a blood dragon halberd and a head in his palm as he rode away.

"Hmph, little human thief, you dare to kill my demon puppet. Do you think you are fast?"

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the foundation-building ferocious demon that had been fighting against Elder Feng Xuanchi unexpectedly changed its momentum and suddenly overtook Zhao Chu in pursuit.

It has two eagle wings, is extremely fast, and can trigger sonic booms.

Too good to die.

This war, known for its speed, spread quietly in front of Zhao Chu, giving the vicious demon clan an opportunity to sneak in. Elder Feng Xuanchi wanted to save him, but it was already too late.

"Another one comes to die!"

Whoosh!

Zhao Chu's pupils froze, and scarlet light flashed. He flicked his finger, and a small snake-like withered vine flew out of the storage bag.

"It's ridiculous to want to restrain me...eh...ah!"

Before the eagle-winged ferocious demon sneered fully unfolded, its body suddenly trembled and paused for an instant.

For speed masters, one moment often determines life or death.

The Eagle-Winged Fierce Demon saw the sneer on Zhao Chu's face.

At the same time, the withered vine, like maggots on the tarsal bones, wrapped around it.
To be continued...