Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 1848: war!

Chapter 1848: war!

Time is slowly passing by.

People from the three major sects are gathering, and the disciples of Tianshan Pavilion are gathering too.

At the south gate, millions of Tianshan Pavilion disciples have already arrived.

Standing in the starry sky, there are a steady stream of figures, among the gallops, seeming to expand at the fastest speed, coming towards the south gate.

"Humph!"

Looking at these figures, Duan Yihen snorted coldly, his voice mixed with power of cultivation, like thunder.

"Until now, an hour has passed. Isn't Ren Qinghuan still sleeping and dreaming, just let you disciples come out? What's the use of following this pavilion master?!"

"Nonsense!"

On Tianshan Star, a figure slowly lifted into the sky, it was the Great Elder, Xiaoyaozi.

"Qingmu Pavilion, Shepherd Hall Sect, Demon God Sect!"

Xiaoyaozi said: "Sects like yours only know how to invade, enjoy themselves, and completely ignore the life and death of their disciples. Where is the so-called sect master like you?"

"what did you say?!"

Duan Yihen's expression suddenly became cold, and he pointed to Xiaoyaozi and said, "If this sect remembers correctly, you should be the great elder of Tianshan Pavilion, Xiaoyaozi?"

Xiaoyaozi looked at him coldly without speaking.

Hearing Duan Yihen said again: "What kind of thing do you dare to talk to this sect like this? A mere virtual world is a seventh-grade, and this sect can also kill you backhand, believe it or not?"

"Then you come and try!" Xiaoyaozi was not afraid.

"What a courage, a Void Heaven Realm dare to provoke this sect in this way."

A murderous intent appeared on Duan Yihen's face: "Come here!"

"call out!"

Immediately a figure appeared in front of Duan Yihen.

"My disciple from Qingmu Pavilion, has the assembly been completed?" Duan Yihen asked impatiently.

"In half an hour, all the assembly will be completed." The Qingmu Pavilion disciple said respectfully.

"it is good!"

Duan Yihen took a deep breath and pointed to Xiaoyaozi and said: "If this is the case, then Benzong will allow you to live for another half an hour!"

"Who is dead or alive, maybe." Xiaoyaozi sneered.

...

In a blink of an eye, another half hour passed.

As the Qingmu Pavilion disciple said, not only the Qingmu Pavilion, the Mutangzong, and everyone from the Demon Godsect have completely assembled.

"Ren Qinghuan, get out!"

Duan Yihen didn't hesitate anymore, and directly shouted: "Many men covet your beauty, but from the perspective of this sect, strength is the real last word! You are also the pavilion master of the dignified Tianshan Pavilion, a first-rate Shenhai state. Strong man, I have waited for the three major sects to arrive here for nearly two hours, but you are still like a tortoise with a shrunken head. You have never appeared. If you are afraid, you should surrender as soon as possible to save your time!"

"get out!"

"get out!"

"get out!!!"

A lot of violent shouts, at this instant, from the mouths of the three major sect disciples, shouted together.

All of them are swaying weapons in their hands, with the power of cultivation erupting on their bodies, and the color of sarcasm is getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment--

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a figure flashed through the void, like a Changhong, at the extreme speed. Except for Duan Yihen, Xie Lian, and Wanyan Honglie, the other people couldn't see clearly.

Almost in an instant, this figure rushed into the crowd of Qingmu Pavilion.

In the next instant, a sky-shattering aqua blue sword light cut across the void and went straight to Duan Yihen.

"boom!!!"

An astonishing roar exploded at this moment, and Duan Yihen was not afraid, his figure receded slightly, and an iron chain appeared in his hand. At the end of the chain, there was a huge ball tied to it, all of which were sharp. Spiked, exuding a cold color.

Without a word, he waved his palm, and the iron ball was immediately taken out, directly colliding with the water blue sword light.

When the two touched, they all trembled fiercely, and then quickly annihilated in the starry sky.

Everything happened extremely fast, and it wasn't until this moment that the previous figure appeared.

The once pale yellow gauze turned dark blue at this moment.

That beautiful hair, like three thousand green silks, cascaded down like water like a waterfall.

The beautiful figure, the overwhelming face, and the ice-cold breath like an iceberg all explain the identity of this person.

Master of Tianshan Pavilion, Ren Qinghuan!

When he saw Ren Qinghuan clearly, many disciples of the three major sects couldn't help taking a breath.

Not because of Ren Qinghuan's strength, but because... she is really beautiful.

This kind of beauty is not illusion, it is innate.

Especially the cold temperament, many men have a desire to subdue it.

"You really came out!"

Duan Yihen stared at Ren Qinghuan with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "This Sect thought that you planned to stay in Tianshan Pavilion for the rest of your life!"

Ren Qinghuan raised his eyes slightly, and pointed his sword straight at Duan Yihen, and said indifferently, "You are not worthy."

"Whether you deserve it, it's not you who have the final say!"

Duan Yihen showed a look of disdain: "Ren ~ Dont say that this sect has no mercy. Although your Tianshan Pavilion has 50 million disciples, you and I all know this war. What's the point of winning or losing! No matter how many disciples, what's the use? This sect has already found out clearly that the Divine Sea Realm of your Tianshan Pavilion is only two, how can it be equal to so many powerful people in my three major sects? Being a high-level Demon God Sect is enough to crush you to death, let alone my Qingmu Pavilion and Mutang Sect!"

"Your nonsense is really too much."

The sound of the wind whistled, blowing Ren Qinghuan's hair, falling on the white and smooth face, seemingly with a poignant beauty.

Her nature was that she would not hesitate. At this moment, the voice fell, and she stepped out again, rushing straight to Duan Yihen.

While Duan Yihen sneered, the figure quickly backed away, and at the same time shouted violently: "Qingmu Pavilion, do it!"

"Wow..."

The greenwood pavilion disciples who had been prepared for a long time didn't say a word, the monstrous bombardment came, forming a line of defense, and for a while, the figure of Ren Qinghuan was really blocked.

"Although the human sea tactics are useless, it still depends on what level you are. The Divine Sea Realm of yours is not enough." Duan Yihen stood in the distance, looking at ease.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a roar in the distance, it was the Sect Master of Mutang, thank you for taking the shot.

Under his old figure, there is an extremely terrifying force hidden.

The shot at this moment was earth-shaking, and the pressure of the Divine Sea Realm radiated, shocking the world.

There are countless illusory long swords, like sword formations, turning into a storm, spinning from the stars.

Ren Qinghuan frowned slightly, the sword swept away, and a thousand-zhang sword light turned, and it slashed fiercely on the illusory storm of the sword.