Qin Wenwei's ancient Confucian sword cracked and his expression changed drastically.

"Impossible!"

"How can you have such power!"

Qin Wenwei's expression was extremely ugly. He had cultivated the Great Confucian Ancient Sword for many years, but it was so vulnerable to the Dharma Saint's Xuantian Divine Sword. This was hard for him to accept.

The ancient swords of Ke Changyu and Kang Ping were also injured, which was more serious than Qin Wenwei's.

Not to mention the demon treasures of other demon kings, they could not escape the fate of being injured.

Only Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword and Long Wuji's Long Lin Sword are intact. Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword is far superior to Daru's Ancient Sword and can continue to participate in the battle.

Long Wuji's Dragon Scale Sword was made by incorporating a piece of Dragon Saint's scales, so it could withstand the attack of the Xuantian Divine Sword.

"Now, you know the gap between us!"

The Dharma Saint has an arrogant posture, looking at the human race and demon race opposite him as if he is condescending, with an expression of incomparable pride on his face.

"Damn! If this continues, we will definitely be killed by the Dharma Saint!"

Qin Wenwei roared in his heart: "This is all Du Ning's fault. If it weren't for him, we Qin Wenwei would never be in this situation. Why should we bear the responsibility for Du Ning's disaster? Ridiculous!"

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Thinking of this, Qin Wenwei made a decision in his heart to take action while everyone was facing the pressure of the Dharma Saint.

At this moment, Ke Changyu took the lead in seizing the opportunity. He stepped forward quickly and flew backwards like an arrow.

"Ke Changyu, what are you doing? Are you trying to escape from the battlefield!" Kang Ping shouted angrily.

"Brother Ke, wait..."

Qin Wenwei was furious. Unexpectedly, Ke Changyu took the lead and wanted to take this opportunity to leave.

But before Qin Wenwei finished speaking, Kang Ping suddenly turned his head and looked up, his eyes bursting with anger.

This made Qin Wenwei feel frightened and angry. Even Ke Changyu retreated. He naturally did not want to stay here anymore, but Kang Ping actually issued a warning to Qin Wenwei. Once Qin Wenwei also chose to leave, Kang Ping would not hesitate to kill him with an ancient sword.

Come here.

After all, Kang Ping had saved their lives, and Kang Ping had enough reason to kill them with the ancient sword when they escaped.

So Qin Wenwei did not choose to leave after all, and gritted his teeth.

"Huh! Ben Long has long said that this kind of person is nothing. As a great scholar, he actually ran away from the battlefield. He is not even as good as us monsters. He is really a scholar in vain!"

Long Wuji cursed angrily. He had originally paid attention to Ke Changyu to prevent Ke Changyu and Qin Wenwei from running away and betraying their teammates.

In the end, Long Wuji still gave Ke Changyu an opportunity to escape first.

"I really regret how I saved such a person in the first place!" Kang Ping said angrily.

Du Ning sneered and said: "Ke Changyu is seeking death himself, so we can't blame him."

"What do you mean?" Kang Ping's expression changed.

Qin Wenwei was also stunned for a moment and did not understand what Du Ning said.

The Dharma Saint sneered, "You want to escape? Ridiculous! Who do you think I am? If I can let you escape easily, then where is the face of this Saint? You can still survive for a while, but since

If you are in such a hurry, I will give you a helping hand."

As soon as the voice fell, the Xuantian Divine Sword turned into a sword light and shot out of the air, and instantly chased Ke Changyu's step into the blue sky.

At this time, Ke Changyu was trying his best to promote Pingbu Qingyun, with a ferocious smile on his face.

"I, Ke Changyu, am a great scholar of the human race. I must not die in the ancient land so easily. Otherwise, I will definitely become the shame and laughing stock of my family. The clone of the Dharma Saint is here. I am forced to retreat in order to protect myself. Even if

I have reason to be angry even if the Holy Court is asking questions. As for Du Ning, Kang Ping and Qin Wenwei, just let me bury them all in the ancient land!"

Just when Ke Changyu was thinking this, he subconsciously looked back and found that the Dharma Saint's Xuantian Divine Sword was already chasing him. He was so frightened that he turned pale and shouted: "Du Jun, help me! Du Jun, help me!"<

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"I was wrong! I was wrong! As long as you help me resist, I will definitely stay and fight you to the end!"

"Please help me! Help me!"

At the same time, he also controlled his Daru Ancient Sword to resist the attack of Xuantian Ancient Sword. Even though he knew that he could not resist it, he still had to fight hard.

"Brother Ke, let me save you!"

Qin Wenwei was about to use his ancient sword to help Ke Changyu resist, but it was too late.

"Kacha..."

Ke Changyu's ancient Confucian sword broke.

"No!"

Ke Changyu screamed, and his chest was pierced by the Xuantian Divine Sword.

"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!"

Ke Changyu's eyes were about to burst, and his face was full of disbelief. He never thought that the more he was greedy for life and afraid of death, the faster he would die.

"I don't believe it...I'm unwilling..."

"Du Ning, you dare not save me! You dare not save me! If you take action, I will not die!"

"Listen, all the scholars in the ancient land, the person who killed me, Ke Changyu, is Du Ning!"

Ke Changyu used up his last strength to roar, and with the help of his literary courage, he spread his last words in all directions, and the sound spread hundreds of miles.

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