Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

The battle between Xiao Muchen and the man in black robe has entered a life-and-death stage. Xiao Muchen's figure is like the wind, shuttling through the battlefield like a ghost. Every time he moves, he brings up a sharp gust of wind. Wherever he passes, the air is cut with a subtle sound. His forehead is covered with fine beads of sweat, each of which slides down his resolute cheeks and drips onto the land ravaged by war. However, his eyes are still firm and sharp, like the bright stars in the night sky, shining brightly, revealing a sense of determination and fearlessness, as if nothing in the world can shake his will.

The man in black robe was also in a state of embarrassment. His originally neat and dignified black robe was now torn in many places. The broken strips of cloth hung on his body and fluttered in the wind, making him look particularly miserable. The skin burned by Xiao Muchen's phantom flames was covered with black smoke and a pungent smell of burning. However, he knew that he had no way out. His strong desire to survive made his attack more and more crazy, like a trapped beast making a final desperate struggle.

Xiao Muchen thought quickly in his mind: "If we continue to fight endlessly like this, it will be extremely disadvantageous to our situation. We must not drag it on any longer. We must make a quick decision!" He took a deep breath, and the powerful fighting spirit in his meridians rushed like a surging river, running wildly. The Star Sword in his hand seemed to feel his determination, and the sword shone brightly, and the mysterious patterns on it seemed to be given life, flickering smartly, releasing a heart-pounding power fluctuation.

In an instant, Xiao Muchen's figure disappeared from the spot like lightning. The next moment, he appeared above the black-robed man like a god descending from heaven, with his sleeves fluttering and rustling. He opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly, his voice exploding like thunder and deafening: "Take my move, the sword that breaks the sky!" A huge sword light fell from the sky, like a divine axe that created the world, carrying a terrifying power to destroy everything, as if it was going to split the world into two. The sword light was dazzling and extremely gorgeous. It not only contained Xiao Muchen's strongest power, but also the violent and hot phantom god flame. The two complemented each other and merged into an unmatched momentum, slashing towards the black-robed man.

The black-robed man's eyes widened in horror, his eyeballs almost popping out of his sockets, his eyes full of despair and fear. He tried his best to dodge the fatal blow, but the speed of the sword light was beyond his imagination and reaction limit, and he had no time to make any effective response.

"Boom!" The sword light fell down with a bang, colliding violently with the body of the black-robed man, making a deafening sound, like a landslide. The sound resounded through the sky and echoed over the entire battlefield, making people tremble with fear. The powerful energy impact spread wildly around the collision point, destroying everything wherever it went. A huge deep pit appeared on the ground in an instant, with no bottom in sight, like a hideous giant mouth that wanted to swallow everything. Earth and rocks splashed out like a rainstorm, smoke and dust rolled up, covering the sky and the sun, and instantly shrouded the area in chaos.

When the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, like a curtain slowly opening, the black-robed man was seen lying in the bottomless pit, his body in tatters, like a broken porcelain, shattered. His breath was as weak as a thread, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. Xiao Muchen walked forward slowly, his steps were steady and firm, and every step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force. He looked down at the dying black-robed man, with no mercy in his eyes, only cold murderous intent, and said coldly: "If you do too much evil, you will die! Today is your doomsday." After speaking, he gently waved the Star Sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy flashed across in an instant, like a meteor across the night, flashing and disappearing. This sword energy accurately hit the black-robed man's vitals, completely cutting off his last chance of survival and putting an end to his sinful life.

After dealing with the black-robed man, Xiao Muchen did not stop for a moment, like a tireless god of war. He quickly led the carefully selected elite troops and quietly went around the enemy's rear like a ghost. At this moment, the battle between the Ice Soul Holy Lion Clan and the Dark Temple was still going on fiercely, and the shouts of killing shook the world, as if to tear the sky apart. Blood poured out, dyeing the ground under his feet red, and gathered into shocking rivers of blood.

Xiao Muchen's eyes were like torches, like the brightest stars in the night sky, sharp and keen. He observed the situation on the battlefield with full concentration, not missing any subtle changes, his brain working rapidly, looking for the best time to attack. Finally, with his extraordinary insight and combat experience, he spotted a weak link in the enemy's defense line, which was a flaw in the enemy's defense, like an ant hole on a levee, small but deadly. He raised the Star Sword in his hand high, the sword flashing with dazzling light, and shouted loudly: "Attack!" These two words exploded like thunder, containing unparalleled fighting spirit, and spread far away, like a charge horn, which lifted the spirits of his own people and instantly boosted their morale.

The elites heard this, like tigers out of their cages, their blood boiling, bravely moving forward, with murderous intent. They followed closely behind Xiao Muchen, ready to die, and rushed towards the enemies of the Dark Temple from behind with overwhelming force. Xiao Muchen swung the Star Sword in his hand like a storm, and each sword was filled with unparalleled sword energy and blazing phantom flames. Wherever he went, the enemies fell down like harvested wheat, without any ability to fight back.

Xiao Muchen was like a god of war, his swordsmanship was exquisite and varied. Sometimes he was like a dragon emerging from the sea, majestic and imposing; sometimes he was like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue, tricky and strange. The sword was like a violent storm, making it difficult for the enemy to resist and unable to dodge. The phantom flame was attached to the Star Sword, and every attack could trigger a sea of fire. The blazing flames instantly engulfed the enemy, making them struggle in pain and turn into ashes. An enemy tried to attack from the side, and Xiao Muchen dodged to the side, his movements flowing like a willow in the wind, light and agile. Then, he swung his sword back, and the sword was like lightning, directly cutting off the attacker's head, and blood spurted out, forming a blood mist in the air.

The Dark Temple people who were fighting fiercely with the Ice Soul Saint Lion Clan in front suddenly felt a commotion and panic coming from behind. They looked back and saw Xiao Muchen leading the elite troops to attack like a flood and beast. They were immediately panicked and the originally tight defense line began to become chaotic and shaken.

Seeing this, the leader of the Ice Pofeng tribe seized this rare opportunity and shouted, "My tribe members, it's time to fight back! Let these villains see the true power of our Ice Soul Holy Lion tribe!" His voice was full of majesty and encouragement, like the beating of a war drum, inspiring every warrior of the Ice Soul Holy Lion tribe. When the warriors of the Ice Soul Holy Lion tribe heard the leader's call, their morale was greatly boosted, and their bodies, which were originally exhausted from the long battle, seemed to be filled with infinite power again.

Ling Shuang shouted, and the fighting spirit on her body surged like the scorching sun, so bright that people couldn't look directly at it. She instantly transformed into a huge phantom of a holy ice lion, majestic and imposing. The phantom was lifelike, and every hair was clearly visible, flashing with a cold light. She opened her bloody mouth, let out a deafening roar, and then pounced on the enemy. Each of her pounces was carried with an incomparable force, as if it could destroy everything, knocking the enemy dozens of meters away, falling to the ground, unable to get up again.

Elder Bing Hong was not to be outdone. He raised his staff high in the air and chanted something. As he chanted, countless bright meteors suddenly appeared in the sky. These meteors burned with blazing flames and smashed towards the enemy with a breath of destruction. For a moment, the light flickered, the spell roared, and the entire battlefield seemed to be doomsday.

Under the pincer attack from Xiao Muchen and the Ice Soul Saint Lion Clan, the enemies of the Dark Temple finally began to collapse. Their psychological defenses completely collapsed, and they could no longer organize an effective resistance. They were originally arrogant and domineering, but now they threw away their armor and fled in a panic, like a stray dog, and no longer had the arrogance they had before.

However, Xiao Muchen did not relax his vigilance. He knew that although the enemy had temporarily retreated, the Dark Temple would never give up easily. They would definitely regroup and come back. He decisively commanded everyone to pursue and encircle the fleeing enemies, making sure not to let any enemy escape, so as not to leave behind troubles and sow the seeds of disaster for the future.

"Don't let any of them go!" Xiao Muchen shouted loudly, his voice full of determination and decisiveness. His figure was as fast as lightning, shuttling freely on the battlefield, constantly catching up with the fleeing enemies one after another. The Star Sword in his hand was wielded like a sickle that harvested life, and every swing meant the end of an enemy.

After an arduous battle, the Ice Soul Saint Lion tribe finally won this hard-fought victory. The battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke that lingered for a long time, as if telling of the fierceness and cruelty of the battle. Corpses lay on the ground in all directions, and blood gathered into streams, flowing on this land baptized by war. Although the tribesmen were exhausted, their faces were filled with joy and pride of victory. They cheered and celebrated this hard-won victory.

Xiao Muchen stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by a mess and ruin. He looked at the scene around him, without any relaxation or slackness in his heart. He knew very well that this was only a temporary victory, and the road ahead was still full of countless challenges and unknown dangers. The Dark Temple would not easily give up their ambitions and conspiracies, and a bigger storm might be brewing.

But how could Xiao Muchen be afraid? He tightly grasped the Star Sword in his hand, and the sword body flashed with cold light, as if responding to his inner determination. His eyes looked firmly into the distance, that was an unknown future, full of uncertainty, but there was no retreat or hesitation in his eyes, only the determination and courage to move forward. He secretly swore in his heart: "No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are ahead, I will fight side by side with the Ice Soul Holy Lion Clan to protect the peace and tranquility of this continent. Even at the cost of my life, it is worth it."

At this time, Lin Wan'er also came to Xiao Muchen's side. Her face was stained with a little blood and dust, but it still couldn't hide her beauty and gentleness. She gently raised her hand and wiped the blood off Xiao Muchen's face, her eyes full of concern and admiration, and said: "Brother Muchen, you are awesome. In my heart, you will always be the bravest hero."

Xiao Muchen smiled slightly, with a hint of fatigue in his smile, but more of confidence and calmness. He looked at Lin Wan'er and said, "Wan'er, this is just the beginning. We still have to work hard and not let the enemy take advantage of us."

The Ice-breaking Wind Clan leader walked over with steady steps. His body was also covered with scars, but his posture was still upright and his eyes were still firm. He came to Xiao Muchen and said gratefully: "Xiao Muchen, this time it's all thanks to you. Without your help and command, our Ice Soul Saint Lion Clan would have found it difficult to win this victory. We deeply admire your bravery and wisdom."

Xiao Muchen said: "You are too polite, Chief. We are partners fighting side by side. It is our responsibility and mission to protect our homeland together. As long as we are united, nothing can defeat us."

Everyone began to clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded. Some were carrying corpses, while others were bandaging and treating the wounded. Everyone was busy, working hard to restore the vitality of this land. Xiao Muchen stood aside, thinking about future countermeasures and strategies. He knew that greater challenges were coming, and they must be fully prepared to meet the coming storm...