The years when I explored the fairyland

Before the battle, in order to improve the morale and cohesion of his side, Zhou Wu had individual exchanges with almost all the Xiantian worshippers.

Only he himself knew their respective promises.

As for those below the Xiantian, the means he used were the simplest, that is, the good things on the exchange list were doubled, and the price was half cheaper.

Even those ghostwriters who joined later had to drool when looking at this list, there were really all kinds of benefits.

It can be said that the investment of Wenxiang Temple in this battle was almost unlimited.

It was these irresistible benefits that made these people go to the ring regardless of life and death.

They had survived the previous series of fierce battles. Now, it was time to reap the fruits of victory. Naturally, they would not give up the heads and points they had obtained.

Even Chu Zhou hesitated for a moment before chasing after them.

However, unlike others, he chose the objects very carefully. Yes, they were those old guys who were not dead yet.

Although these old guys are innate warriors, they are amazingly powerful and always risk their lives, which makes others afraid to risk their lives.

However, they are all "fragile". When they meet Chu Zhou, who can't be killed with one sword, their "fragile" attribute becomes more obvious.

Chu Zhou identified them, and his magic power flowed, and the blue dragon appeared. With a pounce, he directly smashed their sword energy.

Then there was an endless entanglement, big moves, attack against attack, and resist the sword energy with his body, not giving these old guys a chance to breathe.

As long as they are exhausted and their reaction speed is slow, he can directly kill them with a killing move.

He used the same move three times and chased them along the mountain road for hundreds of miles. He had already left the range of the arena, but he also left the last old man.

In other words, in this battle, Chu Zhou almost single-handedly killed five of the six innate warriors, the trump cards of the Yunya Sword School.

Even Chu Zhou was calculating how many mission points these five Xiantian warriors would get, how much benefit they could get, how much money they could exchange for, and how many martial arts secrets they could get.

Just thinking about it made him so excited!

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In another place, the drunkard old man, Yi Huai and Wei Fangjie, were besieging a Xiantian warrior.

The old drunkard was mainly directing and watching Yi Huai and Wei Fangjie take action, and this Xiantian was the fourth elder Xin Xingjuan.

At this time, she was not just injured, but also had lost her fighting spirit, was lost, and was ashamed.

In this state, she was hesitant and delayed when she drew her sword, which was naturally dangerous.

On the side, the old drunkard was already calculating that after this battle, the "Soul-Calming Incense" would definitely be exchanged again.

He must be well prepared and try to break through the realm of Xiantian again!

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In another place,

Bai Chongyuan inserted the broken sword in his hand into Yin Shengyun's chest, but he couldn't hold it.

His knees softened and he fell to the ground, taking Yin Shengyun with him.

The two disciples who had fought till now actually held their heads against each other in a very strange posture to avoid falling.

With excessive blood loss, Bai Chongyuan's narrow eyes could not open, but he still muttered: "You, you, why don't you just be your disciple? Why do you have to play with me?

Now, do you regret it now?"

Unfortunately, Yin Shengyun ignored him, but tried to look up and look into the distance, muttering: "Master, Master, Shengyun, Shengyun didn't let you down!"

"Shengyun's life is returned to you!"

...

Another place.

Cao Bao swung the hammer frantically, hammering down one after another, and the ground within a radius of 100 meters was like an earthquake, roaring continuously.

The rising smoke and gas explosion directly formed a circle of shock waves spreading outward.

Until he had no more strength, he stopped moving, panting heavily.

Under his hammer, a corpse had lost its head, leaving only a pool of flesh and blood.

"Bah!"

After spitting fiercely, Cao Bao became arrogant again: "I let you be arrogant, but you still got hammered to death by me!"

...

In another place,

Dozens of Wenxiang Temple disciples with red scarves tied around their arms surrounded the five Yunya disciples in the middle.

The leader seemed to know a certain Yunya disciple, and smiled and said: "Qiu Dongsheng, Senior Brother Qiu, you are here too?"

"Do you still remember me? My little sister bumped into you on the road, and then you kicked her to death. The little girl's sternum was broken into pieces."

"Today, today, you fell into my hands. Don't worry, don't worry, I won't let you die easily, I will definitely not let you die easily!"

As he said, the leader looked at the other Wenxiang Temple disciples, bowed, and saluted: "I will give all the credit for today to my brothers, but I only ask that this person must be given to me!"

...

In another place,

Zuoqiu Tong was holding the body of his junior brother, and a little old man was crying loudly.

Around him, there were many bodies scattered in a mess, some from the Tiger Evil Pavilion and some from the Yunya Sword Sect.

If you look closely, you can easily find that among them is the body of Guan Bochuan, the great elder of Yunya Sword Sect. He died in a very miserable way, and his whole body was almost burned to charcoal.

This death was caused by his own "Fire Palm".

It was also Zuoqiu Tong's fault that he rushed too hard, always thinking about taking a big wave, so he was ambushed by the people gathered by Guan Bochuan.

If his junior brother hadn't rushed out and blocked the disaster for him, he would have been the one who died at this moment.

But the problem is that the Tiger Demon Pavilion has been severely damaged, and there are only two people left. Now he has killed one of them. For a moment, he was overwhelmed with grief and could not control himself.

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In the center of the battlefield,

When everyone left, they went to chase the enemy and kill them all. Although there would be repetitions in the process, this great victory was inevitable!

It can even be said that since Zhou Wu took off the head of old man Yun Lie, this battle must have been a decisive victory.

The subsequent pursuit can only be regarded as expanding the fruits of victory and cutting off future troubles as much as possible.

In the center of the battlefield, only Zhou Wu stood in the same place, motionless, and Mei Jiao Niang walked slowly to his side.

At this time, she was still so charming and enchanting, her hair was not messy at all, and her face was still so beautiful.

She slowly knelt down beside Zhou Wu, holding Zhou Wu's rough hands with both hands and putting them on her face, and said softly: "Congratulations Zhou Lang, congratulations Zhou Lang, you finally got what you wanted and destroyed the Yunya Sword Sect!"

"From today, the great revenge has been taken, and Zhou Lang can also take a break."

Zhou Wu lowered his head slightly, stroking the delicate face with his fingers, and a sad look in his eyes, saying: "The wind and rain of the rivers and lakes, how much sorrow! I am sorry for you..."

"No, no, everything is voluntary, I just hope that Zhou Lang can live a more relaxed, free and unrestrained life in the rest of his life."

At the end of the voice, her voice became smaller and smaller, until her head lowered slightly, and her hands fell down weakly.

The view changed, her back was bloody, and the bones were white, and even the heartbeat was visible, which was getting weaker and weaker.

She was in the state of marrow training, and she was struggling to support herself under the pursuit of the fourth elder Xin Xingjuan. Of course, it was impossible to pay no price.

Being able to hold on until now already shows that she is quite strong.

In this battle, Mei Jiaoniang, the left guardian of Wenxiang Temple, died!

Without support, Mei Jiaoniang's body was about to fall, but was held up by a big hand.

Zhou Wu sat down slowly, threw away the head of old man Yun Lie casually, and leaned Mei Jiaoniang's head on himself, then raised his head slightly and looked up at the sky.

A long time ago, when his master and uncle died suddenly, he had already shed all his tears, and felt that he could bleed but never cry in this life.

But at this moment, at this moment, the tears that passed from the corner of his eyes finally wet the ground.

In this battle, Wenxiang Temple won, and he achieved his wish, but he didn't know how much he had to pay.

But there is no way, this is the world!

This is war!

This is the death of thousands of soldiers for the success of a general!

This chapter does not have enough words, but I think it is best to write here, and adding more is redundant.