On the Tianzhu Mountain.

Dang Dang Dang Dang!!!

Even the violent wind and rain cannot stop the sound of swords and swords flashing in the field. The rain washed away the undried blood on the ground, making the earth wet and muddy, but it cannot wash away the restlessness and anxiety in people's hearts.

At this time, the Grandmaster Battle has ended.

The right way is victorious.

After all, the righteous martial arts are pure and good at fighting techniques, so it is easy to cooperate. However, the demonic nature is selfish. Even in the battle of life and death, they cannot cooperate with each other wholeheartedly, with a hint of defense.

The slight difference at this time is the difference between life and death.

Even if the combat power of the righteous warrior is slightly inferior, he can quickly grasp the weaknesses and defeat them one by one, so that he can win a complete victory.

But the price of victory is also heavy.

Faced with the death-ending counterattack of the Demon Sect Master, the righteous path was also lost more than half.

The remaining masters overdraw their vitality due to the secret technique of stimulating the secret, and there is no special opportunity after returning, and their lifespan will be greatly reduced, and the chances of breakthroughs in the future will be slim.

Accompanied by the wind and thunder, twenty martial arts masters were fighting fiercely in the air.

When you reach the level of a master, unless the master comes from the same school and practices the same kind of martial arts, you will want to form a formation temporarily, and the power will be reduced due to conflicts in the martial arts, resulting in the effect of one plus one less than two.

So at this moment, most of them are fighting each other.

I saw various martial arts true forms in the sky rise into the sky, and the true energy of different colors hit me, which was even more dazzling, like small suns, shining in all directions.

Everyone below was in a heavy rain and looked at it intently, but no one made a sound to disturb him.

Facing the majesty of the twenty great masters, whether it is cheering or commenting, it is an offense.

They just waited quietly for the results.

The rain is getting faster and faster, and there is no sign of stopping at all.

It was also at this moment that the first small sun that fell appeared.

He was a male master who held a spunlace in his hand. He was about fifty years old and was wearing a coarse cloth dress.

He has a delicate figure, gray hair, and a gravel feeling that people on his face are used to by the beach. You can tell at a glance that he is a man who has experienced the storm.

His martial arts true form is a big fish with sharp mouth and blue fins. When they leaped, the split spikes in his hands were like fish on patrol. With countless spikes, they could slam all the obstacles blocking them in front of them to pieces.

His name is Heimerson, a Supreme Elder named Donghai Sect.

The East China Sea School was established by the sea, but most of the livelihoods of the school were born on the inland. Their seafood, their business, and the food and clothing they needed were provided by the inland.

If the inland has stopped communicating with them, they will return to the previous life of slash-and-burn farming and reliance on the sea to eat.

In order to develop the sect, Heimerson had to come.

His name is Heimerson, he is a child sent by the sea and a child abandoned by fishermen. He was adopted by Donghai since childhood.

The grace of raising children is greater than that of heaven, and Heimerson devoted his life to the Donghai School.

He landed heavily on the ground, coughing blood in his mouth, and his consciousness began to dissipate.

On his back, a dark palm print was stamped on it like a branding iron.

During the chaos, he was attacked with a sneak attack. It was this palm that interrupted the circulation of his true energy and destroyed his internal vitality.

He is not the greatest master, his spirit has not been transformed, and his body's qi and blood are broken, his vitality begins to fade, and his spirit gradually becomes weak.

However, before his death, the water-dividing spurt in his hand also hit a great master of the Demon Sect, bringing the last anger and despair before his death.

Bang!

The second man fell heavily into the mud, smashing a small hole and splashing countless earth-yellow mud spots.

It was an old man in a gray robe. Half of his head was cut off with one knife, and blood flowed out, mixing in the rain, covering his unwilling eyes.

Heimerson saw the water-dividing spike on his chest and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. With this contribution, coupled with his life, the Donghai Sect can truly go to land.

He slowly closed his eyes.

If you are tired, then go to bed for a while.

...

The fierce battle continues, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like a battle of trapped beasts.

The reason why warriors at the grandmaster level in the past were the least because they could fight and escape.

Even if a new grandmaster is facing a veteran grandmaster, he will run away as soon as possible and he will have a great chance of running away.

After all, everyone can fly.

Even if the old master has a higher level and faster speed, everyone is actually the same in the face of the suppression of heaven and earth.

So if you want a martial arts master to die, either fight less and block all his escape routes.

Or it's just a thunder strike that makes people unable to even react to the time of escape.

But at this moment.

No one fighting has a way out.

They either kill the enemy or are killed.

So the battle ended faster than everyone thought.

The total of twenty masters of the righteous and demons were either dead or injured, and fell to the ground, all of whom lost their combat power.

Pang!

The last great master fell heavily to the ground. He knelt on one knee, holding a ghost-headed sword in his hand as support.

He barely stood up, and the rain hit his face, making his face look pale at the moment.

"The winner! Zhao State's Divine Sword Sect, Zuo Cangtian!"

He shouted at the sky with a knife, his voice shaking the sky, and he shook thousands of raindrops, and then he fell to the ground with no power.

This battle.

It’s still the right way to win.

"Save people!"

With a wave of hands, someone flew up and landed on the battlefield just now.

They identified the identity of the person lying on the ground, but they restrained and did not make up for another blow.

At this time, no matter whether the warrior is a man who fights to the death.

If they did not die in the battle just now, but died in the other party's sneak attack, it would be an insult to anyone.

Besides, both sides have so many pairs of eyes staring at them, and no one will break the rules in public.

Soon, they found their own warriors who still had a breath. They first fed a life-saving pill, and then as soon as their true energy was urged, they gently brought it up and slowly sent it to the back of their own camp.

According to the rules, these people do not have to participate in the subsequent melee and will be sent down the mountain in advance.

In other words, no matter the outcome, it has nothing to do with it.

However, after the battle of the twenty masters and great masters who participated in the battle of the righteous path, only six were left, including four masters and warriors and two masters.

As for the Demon Sect, only two of them survived, one of them, and the other one of them was a grandmaster.

As the body was cleaned up.

On the right side, Hong Jianlong, who was holding a wine gourd in his hand, also sounded and attacked at the right time:

"We won both battles, the famous Demon Sect warriors are actually not worthy of their reputation.

After losing battles and losing continuously, what are your faces to face the ancestors of your Demon Sect? I think you should give up as soon as possible and maybe you can survive.

Otherwise, when tomorrow's battle begins, you may be killed by us again!

Everyone said, right?!"

"That's right!"

"The right way is mighty!"

"Justice will win!"

"Justice will win!"

Because of Hong Jianlong's words, the sad mood of some rabbits and foxes on the righteous side was instantly cleared out, and they seemed quite excited.

However, due to the defeat in the two battles, the morale of the Demon Sect seemed to be a little disintegrating.

Faced with Hong Jianlong's ridicule, they were also a little speechless.

But at this moment, an old man in black robe stood up and said sternly:

"The reputation of my Demon Sect is not based on your words. Some people once thought that killing a few unhelpful disciples of my Demon Sect, so they said that the Demon Sect has declined and their reputation is no longer there.

But in the end they all died, and we were still alive, and now we let you all the right mobs fight together.

I don't think I have to wait until tomorrow.
To be continued...