Martial arts become gods

Chapter 3195 Five Years
The changes in Taihuang Temple did not have any impact on the mainland, and the war is still going on.

The continent has been torn apart, and countless warriors have fallen, making the entire continent shrouded in blood.

Although the Taihuang Palace had just been rebuilt, it soon joined the battle.

After all, this is a matter that concerns the entire continent, and no one can be alone.

If the other party is really allowed to open the Altar of Destiny, when the big rift reopens, the entire continent may be over.

After what happened last time, Shenfengyuan and Lingtian Pavilion kept a low profile and retreated into their own territory.

Recently, they have been in constant trouble, and people keep coming to trouble them.

If it weren't for the recent turmoil in the mainland, they might have become the target of public criticism.

As the war progressed, the territory of the Continental Allied Forces shrunk rapidly, and they had to retreat continuously.

The dead spirit of the Necromancer gradually pervaded the entire continent. These dead spirits can deprive all lives, making the entire continent lifeless.

Because of the violent energy fluctuations and the dust formed from the battle, even the sky was covered with a faint cloud, and the sunlight couldn't penetrate at all.

In fact, no matter what the result is, the entire continent will suffer heavy losses this time, and I don't know how long it will take to recover.

But fighting is the best way of training for warriors.

Although the Taihuang Palace has experienced a catastrophe, it is developing rapidly amidst the endless flames of war.

Although their number is less than one-third of that in their heyday, their strength is definitely not worse than before. Everyone is the best of the best.

Time passed quickly, and the continuous war has also reshuffled the mainland.

Shenfengyuan and Lingtian Pavilion fell, and were directly taken over by Taihuang Palace, while the original five hidden sects became four.

Mo Xian's original wish finally came true. The Taihuang Palace has reached the height of the Beihuang Palace, which has been recognized by the mainland.

When all this came, all the people in Taihuang Palace were very excited, but their hearts were still shrouded in great sadness.

They did, but unfortunately, Mo Xian couldn't see it.

As for the ancient Wind Spirit Clan, they seemed to have completely disappeared.

Some people said that they were destroyed by others, some said that they hid themselves, and some said that they took refuge in each other.

But in the end, no one knows, and no one has the energy to find out.

The protracted war has already made everyone a little numb. Apart from mechanical fighting, they don't know what to do.

There are countless battles going on at the same time every day, and in these battles, there are two lonely figures.

On a piece of barren land, there was a young girl in a black robe. Her eyes were piercing, staring at the Necromancer army that stretched for an unknown distance.

Behind her, there are also countless warriors with resolute faces.

"Lord Ah Li, we are ready!" A man stepped forward, saluted respectfully, and said.

Ah Li nodded, and suddenly a wooden long sword appeared in his hand. The toy-like long sword exuded a terrifying power faintly.

She no longer knew how many powerful weapons had been seized, but only this wooden long sword could be by her side.

Because this time Mo Xian, his master made it himself, even if it was a toy, it could give her incomparable strength.

She wants to take this wooden sword, walk Mo Xian's unfinished road, and let Taihuang Hall stand on the peak of the mainland, no one can stop it.

"kill!"

Accompanied by a soft shout, Ah Li slashed out with a sword, the piercing sword light tore through the air and the ground, and galloped unstoppably towards the opposite army.

"kill!"

Behind Ah Li, the countless martial artists roared, and then shot out violently.

The two sides collided violently in one place very quickly, and the terrifying aura immediately enveloped the ground.

Although Ah Li was thin, she went deep into the enemy army alone, but her face was calm.

After Mo Xian left, she undoubtedly grew up a lot, and now she is able to be alone.

On another battlefield, there is also a girl standing against the sky, and the ground below her has been turned into an endless sea of ​​flames due to the continuous battle.

Behind her, there is also an army composed of countless masters. The long-term battle makes them exude a murderous aura, like an army from hell.

"Master Xiyan, give an order!" A warrior with an extremely strong aura said respectfully.

"Go!" Xiyan nodded, and suddenly raised the gorgeous, even ridiculous long sword in her hand.

This is the toy that Mo Xian made for her back then, but now it has become a sharp weapon that drinks blood.

This long sword may not be the best, and it no longer fits her identity, but she has never thought of changing it.

She wants to use this sword to take the road that Mo Xian has no time to go, and let the Hall of Taihuang stand on the top of the mainland.

If there is an obstacle, then use this sword to completely smooth it out.

In the endless flames of war, A Li and Lu Lu grew rapidly, and have become the two most dazzling new stars on the mainland.

No one can see their pure presence, even after letting the other party hear their names, they will be frightened.

"Master, have you seen it!"

In the flames of war, Ah Li and Xi Yan shed crystal clear tears at the same time.

No matter how hard they work, no matter how powerful they are, so what, even if Taihuang Palace finally stands at the pinnacle of the mainland, but there is one person who will never be seen.

But even so, they must go on unswervingly...

Sunrise and sunset, clouds roll and clouds relax, time passed quickly amidst the flames of war.

As if in the blink of an eye, five years had passed.

The solitary grave was already covered with weeds, as if it had been forgotten, but the cracked spear remained standing.

A woman in a black dress appeared here, her complexion was a little pale, but she couldn't hide her alluring face.

She has been afraid to come here, but she just can't believe that the person in her heart is no longer there.

She carefully pulled out the weeds on the solitary grave, the sharp leaves cut her white hands quickly, and the blood slowly fell, but she didn't realize it.

After an unknown amount of time, a woman with a blindfold also appeared here.

As if by fate, they met here.

No one spoke, just pulled out the weeds in front of the grave one by one.

Eventually, all the weeds on the solitary grave disappeared.

"Sister Qiantong!" The woman who came later couldn't bear it anymore, hugged the one who came first and cried bitterly.

"Silly girl, don't cry, everything will pass!"

"But, he's dead!"

(End of this chapter)