Chen Jinru's face became extremely solemn.

At such a price, it is to leave this terrifying formation master here.

He felt sad, but more heroic.

As his mind moved, the meridians in his body seemed to become wider and more accessible than before. True energy whistled out of his body. A strange roar and impact sound came from the air in front of him, and a sound of breaking air flow. Finally, what covered all this was a high-pitched sword sound like a sudden break of the strings of the piano.

The sound of the sword broke as soon as it started, because this tragic and inexplicable sword had reached the end of the sword intent from the beginning.

Chen Jinru has arrived in front of Xiao Donghuang.

The sword in his hand trembled violently under the indoctrination of terrifying power, as if it was about to collapse, but the true energy that was eroding one after another washed away the previous decay on the iron ruler-like sword. The sword body of the sword turned red, like a sword embryo just picked up from the fire furnace.

Xiao Donghuang shouted loudly, and his sleeves slapped the sword and Chen Jinru's body at the same time.

His hands and fingers bounced in his sleeves at unimaginable speed. The talisman line formed by the condensed true energy intertwined into a mysterious catalog in the cramped and dark space of the sleeves, followed by a roar.

Hundreds of lightning-like energy emerged from his sleeves, and they slapped and slapped and slapped the red iron sword together with his two sleeves that had turned into iron curtains.

The lightning-like energy gathered into a group, but it still could not stop Chen Jinru's sword from moving forward.

The blunt sword tip emerged from the silver-white ball of light, and then a snorted sound, Xiao Donghuang's two sleeves burned and turned into ashes.

There was a bright red faintly in Chen Jinru's blue clothes, but his sword still moved forward steadily, with a more heroic momentum. The blunt and flat tip of the sword passed through the ashes and smoke, and stabbed Xiao Donghuang's chest, belly and armor.

A more astonishing loud noise rang in front of Xiao Donghuang.

The clothes on his chest flew away like burning butterflies, and the lines of talismans on the black and golden soft armor on his body were highlighted like reliefs. Countless golden flames formed the essence, cutting the sword body of the sword.

Some fiery red flying chips scattered on the tip of the sword.

Starting from the tip of the sword, the sword begins to crack.

However, Chen Jinru, who was holding this sword, pressed down steadily like a hill. With the stern shouts from both of them, an unprecedented hostility flashed in Chen Jinru's eyes. A terrible force surged from his body again, and stabbed the sword that had begun to crack into the soft armor and stabbed it in!

The sword body that had begun to crack, all the fragments sprinkled on the sword body were penetrated into Xiao Donghuang's body by him!

Xiao Donghuang roared wildly.

He just felt like a mountain and a hot volcano were stuffed into his body!

He kicked Chen Jinru out with his feet, and with a roar, he kicked Chen Jinru backwards, his whole body flew backwards like a meteorite, instantly flying over the city wall, falling down to a moat that had become a mess of porridge.

Chen Jinru's body stopped like a violent stern before his feet landed on the ground.

His blue shirt has already been exhausted, and even the several orifices that have accumulated the most true energy in his body have faintly cracks, which are destined to affect his future battles and practices. He is stabbed into his body by a sword like him. In his opinion, it is impossible for a practitioner to survive. However, many methods in the world of the practitioner, many practitioners in the divine mind realm have suffered terrifying injuries. Even if they do not use medicine, they still have many means to use true energy to prolong their lives. In his opinion, even if a person like Xiao Donghuang lives for a few more days, it will be a big problem after all. The best way to confirm that a practitioner will die is to cut off his head directly.

His right foot stepped down in the void.

Although he was still several feet away from the ground, the ground beneath his feet roared, and the hard mud sank. His body, which was pausing in the air, began to accelerate fiercely again!

On the other side of the city wall, Xiao Donghuang's burly body fell straight into a moat full of mud and blood. The turbid river water poured into his wounds along the cracks between his chest and abdomen. The river water touched the scorching sword body, and instantly turned into more dirty air waves and rushed into his body.

He howled in pain, subconsciously trying to pull out the sword but didn't dare, because he knew that as long as he touched the sword, he might die immediately.

His body was floating in the river, and the scattered energy that he could not control kept arousing water around him.

The smell of fishy smell filled his mouth and nose.

He felt like a piece of carrion cooked in some hungry camps that fled.

He knew he was about to die.

"I don't want to die."

But he was extremely unwilling. He had devoted much effort to practice and formation over the years to seek revenge. Seeing that the war situation was extremely beneficial to the Northern Wei Dynasty and revenge was expected, he was about to die like this. How could he be willing?

The dirty river water flooded his face and the world in front of him.

Even if Chen Jinru didn't chase him, he would die soon.

“This is not fair.”

He knew that even the two cultivators in the blue shirt who died heroically did not want to die, and no one who was about to die wanted to die, so he shouted in his heart in pain.

He was full of resentment. If there was a real demon king in this world, he would devote his soul to it. Even if he could never be reborn forever, he would turn into an enemy who killed him.

At this moment, he heard a whispering sound, and one hand fell down, grabbed his hair and lifted him out of the water.

When dirty blood flowed down his face, his consciousness was already blurred, but his mind seemed to have just had judgment and decided what the whisper was.

"Master of the Demon Sect may be able to save you."

......

A barefoot man stood in the blood. When he turned around with Xiao Donghuang, Chen Jinru had just appeared on the city wall.

Chen Jinru did not see his face clearly, but only saw the man's back.

This is a very strong man wearing a thick shirt woven with some kind of animal hair. His hairstyle is also very strange. His messy hair is tied with a strap behind his head, like a pointed corner.

When he walked, he tiptoed slightly and his heels did not fall to the ground, giving people the feeling of being a hawk that always stood on the edge of a cliff.

When the man started to move, Chen Jinru saw him pulling out the sword that pierced Xiao Donghuang's abdomen, and then slapped some pills directly into Xiao Donghuang's wounds and flesh.

Chen Jinru didn't think about this person's identity and cultivation. Seeing such a scene, he roared angrily, and he didn't even want to snatch the city wall.

The man, like a falcon, didn't even look back at Chen Jinru, but he just took a few steps. Chen Jinru's feet had just touched the tumbling river water, and Chen Jinru's heart sank, before his feet sank into the cold and dirty blood below.

The man carrying Xiao Donghuang turned into a wind, a faint trace, although it may not be faster than him, but it will not be slower than him.

At this time, he could not catch up with this person.

"Demon Sect!"

He did not hear the whisper of the barefoot man before, but he was almost certain that the barefoot man was one of the tribes of the Demon Sect.

He began to believe the previous rumor about the Demon Sect.
Chapter completed!