it hurts……

Lin Yun felt that his head was about to explode and his body was weak, as if the ball was constantly deflating.

By activating the Scarlet Blood War Blade, he would have used up very little of his True Essence. He was hit with a knife by the old man in the Purple Palace, and he was already in a state of serious injury.

That knife was too ruthless, it came from a swordsman from the Purple Palace, and it was a despairing knife.

Hardly supporting a serious injury and performing a mirror image, not only exhausted the real yuan, but also seriously overdrafted.

Relaxed at this moment, endless exhaustion and pain poured from all over the body, straight to the forehead.

There are no words to describe this pain, Lin Yun was groggy, only feeling that his eyelids were extremely heavy.

Trying to support, don't let your eyes close, but it is extremely difficult.

Lin Yun shouted over and over again in his heart, knowing that if he fell down, he would never be able to stand up again.

But he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist the surging exhaustion and pain.

Whoosh!

Just when he was about to fall down unsupported, a figure rushed forward like lightning and slapped his shoulder with a palm.

But it was Xin Jue who, at this critical moment, injected a ray of true essence into his body.

Xin Jue's face was calm, and at this moment of life and death, he seemed to be quite calm, and he couldn't see the slightest panic on his face.

He controls his own true essence and circulates in Lin Yun's meridians, absorbing the purple true essence scattered in Lin Yun's body like a sponge. Guiding this purple true essence, it slowly swims in Lin Yun's body, and it arrives slowly.

In a daze, Lin Yun opened his eyes and said weakly, "Senior brother, am I going to die?"

"Can't die."

A smile appeared on Xin Jue's face, and she said softly, "You have to live well. By the end of the year, I will participate in the Dragon Gate Competition together and win two places for the sword pavilion."

"I can't do it. The young masters are strong enough to kill Zifu. I seem a little reluctant."

When it comes to the Dragon Gate Competition, Lin Yun's wandering emotions seem to gradually gather.

"Who said no, how do you know if you don't try, just give me a good life, don't think blindly."

There was a smile in Xin Jue's eyes, knowing that Lin Yun was really rescued. The true essence in his body, under his own guidance, has already started to function on his own.

At the moment, while talking to Lin Yun, he helped him recover from his injuries.

It was mainly the knife that the elder Zifujing cut off on the chest.

On the snow, the old man in gray, who fell to the ground, never got up again, his vitality dissipated, and he soon became a cold and shriveled corpse.

At this point, everyone finally believed that this Zifujing elder was dead after all!

In the deserted wasteland, countless sect elders and disciples took a deep breath, and the expressions in their eyes were extremely surprised.

Five bloody battles, the scene is quite vast, and many casualties. But none of the elders in the Purple Palace Realm died before, and at most they were severely injured by the Xiaoyun Sword.

The sword-wielding elder wanted to chase, but he couldn't get out of it, so he could only let the other party leave.

The Zifujing is quite difficult to break through. For any sect, the elders of the Zifujing are extremely important. They are the core cornerstone and have great power.

Even to be clear, to determine whether a sect is strong or not, it is the number of elders in the sect's purple house.

The loss of dying in the Zifu realm was greater than that of Jing Jue, Bai Yue and Mu Xiuhan combined.

The Purple Palace Realm is quite difficult to kill, and even if you lose, you can retreat.

But at the moment, a master of the Purple Palace has truly died in front of everyone.

Died in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, with the cooperation of Xin Jue and Lin Yun, people feel a little shudder.

"It's terrifying, this High Heaven Sword Pavilion is really talented, and one Lin Yun is scary enough. I didn't expect Xin Jue to have such strength..."

"There have long been rumors that this son has strength comparable to that of the young master. Now it seems that the rumors are true."

"It is said that High Heaven Sword Pavilion intends to let this person participate in the Dragon Gate Competition at the end of the year and compete for the place of the Eighth Young Master."

"His strength is really qualified."

"But Lin Yun shouldn't be underestimated. That last sword was a bit terrifying. This son's talent in swordsmanship, I'm afraid it is difficult to find an existence comparable to him in the Great Qin Empire."

After a short period of surprise, the elders and disciples of the various sects began to discuss.

The camp where the Beast Gate is located.

Some elders stared at the people in the sword pavilion in the chaotic battle, with a faint killing intent in their eyes, and pondered: "Fengye, this Lingxiao sword pavilion is obviously at a disadvantage, as long as that Lin Yun does not die. I guess Xuantianzong and Moyue The villa won't even help, do you want to..."

The sects that are outside the territory, say that the sects are actually almost the same as the robbers, and they have done a lot of robbery on weekdays.

Right now, Jiange has one enemy against four, and if nothing happens, they will be defeated sooner or later.

Taking this opportunity to make a fortune will undoubtedly be a sure-fire business. In the beast gate, many elders moved their minds...

Moreover, the major sects of the Daqin Empire, although indignant, quite sympathized with the experience of Jiange. But Xuantian Sect and Demon Moon Villa did not take the lead, and these sects did not dare to move rashly. After all, their strength and background were much worse.

Feng Ye was a little moved. The storage bag on Lin Yun's body was probably too many treasures.

If you can control it, I am afraid it will be a huge fortune.

But thinking of himself, the contact with Lin Yun in the magic lotus secret realm made him hesitant.

At such a time, taking advantage of the fire to rob Lin Yun will undoubtedly offend Lin Yun to death. If you really kill the other party, that's all, but if you don't kill it, it will undoubtedly be a monstrous disaster.

That's all, don't mix it up in this muddy water.

Feng Ye shook his head and said, "Don't act rashly, I think even if the sword pavilion is defeated, the sword-wielding elder has the Xiaoyun sword in his hand. If he wants to take Lin Yun away, I don't think anyone can stop him, not to mention..."

"What's more?"

There was a smile in Feng Ye's eyes, and he said softly: "Besides, Bai Yue, Mu Xiuhan and Jing Jue are all dead, what will these three sects use to fight against us in the future? I swallowed a A different fruit, but it has not been completely refined."

Even if you don't do it, the Beast Gate is already the biggest winner, so why take the risk.

Boom!

Just at this moment, the mutation suddenly occurred, and the Silent Wasteland suddenly shook for no reason, and the various camps couldn't stop shaking.

Loud noises sounded from all directions, echoing in the sky and the earth, continuously.

Everyone's face changed greatly, and they looked around quickly.

In the hazy wind and snow, a flag was fluttering, roaring like a dragon. On the flag, there are two words written in the vast and fierce, "God plan!"

"God's Camp!"

Feng Ye's face changed slightly, he suddenly remembered something, and he couldn't help but feel scared.

Then he laughed and said softly: "The Demon Flame Sect is going to be unlucky."

"what happened?"

The elders of the Beast Gate were very puzzled and asked in confusion.

"Just wait and see a good show."

Feng Ye smiled mysteriously and didn't say much.

Compared to Feng Ye, who knew the inside story, the elders of the various sects were all dazed and puzzled.

"Shence Battalion Eight | Road Barracks opened at the same time, what is this going to do? The whole army was dispatched..."

"Strange, the Shence Camp has always ignored the disputes between the sects. They are stationed here to prevent the monsters from attacking the imperial capital."

"What kind of medicine is sold in this gourd..."

The elders of the sects frowned, and the Shence Camp was the elite of the elites of the empire. If you are fighting alone, you may not be able to defeat the disciples of the sect, but if you are talking about large-scale combat, the advantages are quite obvious.

The most important thing is that this is the wasteland of annihilation, and the Shence Camp has been operating here for thousands of years, with strong strength.

All the sects have come from afar, but there is no comparison.

In other words, in this desolate wasteland, Shence Camp is the undisputed overlord, and no sect can compete with it.

The five sects that were fighting against each other were also aware of such changes.

Demon Flame Sect and Qijue Castle four sects, there was a trace of anger in their eyes, seeing that so many people died, they were about to defeat High Heaven Sword Pavilion.

Suddenly there are people who are planning the camp, and the whole army is still dispatched. What is this going to do?

After a while, the army of the Shence Camp surrounded all five sects.

Clang clang!

The densely packed soldiers, wearing silver black armor and holding heavy and delicate silver shields, piled up a circle of square formations that were tightly stitched together, and towering like a city wall.

All the soldiers in the Shence Battalion were all elites, all the soldiers were expressionless, and there was a faint murderous aura in their eyes.

A single soldier is inconspicuous, but this group of soldiers, wearing black armor, stood in the snow.

Faced with such a battle, anyone would shudder and feel lingering fears.

In mid-air, there are all kinds of domesticated monsters, circling and roaring, with no way out.

Da da da!

The phalanx separated a road, and a group of warriors riding monster horses, wearing armor and silver helmets came to the center of the battle between the two major forces.

A mask fell on the leader's helmet, covering his face, only the indifferent eyes like goshawks were exposed.

No one could see his face clearly, but as soon as he appeared, the elders of the various sects guessed his identity.

"Liu Longfei!"

Liu Longfei, the general Yugi Feilong, the commander of the Shence Camp, is one of the most powerful men in the Qin Empire.

It has been many, many years, and no one has seen him appear. It is rumored that he is retreating to attack the Heavenly Soul Realm.

When the sword-wielding elder saw Liu Longfei, a strange color flashed in his eyes, how did this person appear.

His eyes swept away and fell on the glamorous Liu Yue next to him.

Is it because of Liu Yue?

No, Liu Yue was expelled from the High Heaven Sword Pavilion two months ago.

"General Liu, what do you mean?"

The Great Elder of Demon Flame Sect frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice.

The elders of the other sects also looked a little dissatisfied. So many people died, and even the elders of the purple palace fell. It was not easy to push the High Heaven Sword Pavilion to a dead end, and the sudden appearance of this divine strategy camp would definitely be unacceptable to them.

"The Shence Camp has never interfered in the disputes between the sects. Besides, although we are not from the empire, but you pay tribute every year and are loyal to the Daqin imperial family, your Shence Camp represents the imperial power, so you don't need to be our enemy, right?"

A sect elder came forward and argued.

But Liu Longfei didn't say a word, and didn't mean to ignore it.

"Those who have nothing to do with Demon Flame Sect should stay away!"

Beside Liu Yue, Yue Qing roared with a cold face as he rode on the steed of a monster.

The elders of each sect were stunned and puzzled. Wen Yanbo glanced, and the elders and disciples of the Hunyuan Sect quietly retreated to keep a distance from the Demon Flame Sect.

Qijue Fort and Blood Bone Gate also felt something was wrong and quickly retreated.

Boom!

The four square shield formations approached step by step, shrinking the encirclement and separating all other sects.

Before long, in the encirclement of Shence Camp, only the solitary members of the Demon Flame Sect were left.

From the elders to the disciples, everyone in the Demon Flame Sect was a little panicked. Right now, as long as you're not a fool, you can see that Shenceying is going to do something to them.

The elder of the Demon Flame Sect sneered and said: "Master, is there some misunderstanding..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, Liu Longfei on the battle horse suddenly moved, and no one could see how he made his move.

All I know is that when he landed, the great elder of the Demon Flame Sect was pierced by an incomparably sharp spear.

The blood burst, and the headless body collapsed.

"If you don't leave one, kill them all."

Yue Qing drew his sword from the battle horse and commanded in a cold voice. When the voice fell, a massacre without suspense, under the circumstances that no one could guess, began.