The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Boom!

It was yet another seemingly ordinary clash, yet one that seemed capable of shaking the entire world!

The Dragon Emperor, who stood at the pinnacle of physical cultivation in later generations, was once again defeated by the legendary Great Wilderness Clan. He was sent flying backward by a punch from the eldest brother of the Wilderness Clan, streaking across the sky.

Although the situation has put them at a disadvantage.

However, Ji Cang himself did not suffer any substantial harm.

Even so.

Every time he fell into a disadvantageous position, he was indirectly wearing down his own side's morale! Because no one knew in which round the Dragon Emperor would be defeated by the Desolate Clan!

Even if the Dragon Emperor were to annihilate all the invading desert bandits, the Hundred Refinement Pavilion would still be doomed to perish if he were to lose.

The same applies to the three Hundred Refinement Ancestors.

If one of the two powerful members of the Desolate Clan were to determine a victor and return to the battlefield, it would be a massacre without any suspense!

During the inverted flight, Ji Cang felt a sudden, inexplicable irritation.

He himself didn't know why this was happening.

However, there is one thing Ji Cang can confirm.

The reason he felt irritated was not because of the Desolate Clan who had repeatedly knocked him away.

Rather, it's because someone or something you dislike has come here!

Could it be that guy Hong Jun?

No, no, Hong Jun is not someone he should take seriously!

Ji Cang looked down and calmly surveyed the scenery below.

My gaze finally settled on a guy with a unique appearance.

He had a feeling that this guy was the one who made him feel particularly irritated and disgusted!

But it seems they've never met before?

The situation escalated, leaving Ji Cang little time to ponder. He temporarily set aside his questions and focused his attention on the elder brother of the Wilderness Clan.

"Come again!"

Ji Cang leaned back in mid-air to adjust his body, and then his true essence surged, transforming into a crimson dragon that roared as it charged toward the distant elder brother of the Desolate Clan.

boom! ! !

The air was filled with smoke and dust, and rocks were flying everywhere.

No one knows what happened inside.

But one thing is certain: the battle is not over anytime soon!

Gu Yi calmly withdrew his gaze, then changed his target, his eyes piercing through the fierce fighting figures, locking onto Mo Xinren, who stood outside the battlefield, watching the changing situation with a smile.

You're right about one thing...

His voice wasn't loud; at least in the midst of the intense fighting atmosphere, it was like a fallen leaf drifting onto a calm lake, causing slight ripples but not creating any grand waves.

"I am now truly, extremely, remarkable."

Gu Yi gently stroked the black and white longsword in his hand with his fingertips, then calmly lowered his body, assumed a fighting stance, and prepared to strike.

"Hahahaha!"

Mo Xinren burst into laughter, clutching his forehead, looking like a madman.

The laughter abruptly ceased, and Mo Xinren's face seemed to be violently kneaded by an invisible giant hand, his features dislocated and instantly twisted into a terrifyingly ferocious expression.

He stared intently at Gu Yi's solitary figure, his eyes revealing a sinister glint: "Whoever dares to block my path will face only destruction!"

boom! ! !

As the floor beneath his feet shattered, Gu Yi transformed into a blurry afterimage, shooting out like an arrow released from a bow!

"Stop him!"

Seeing their master in trouble, the powerful beings quickly abandoned their enemies and gathered together, intending to join forces to block the terrifying killing intent that was surging forward without any impurities and made people tremble with fear!

What pure killing intent this is...

Among the world's great supernatural beings, is there ever such a person?

Who exactly is this person?!

Despite numerous obstacles, Gu Yi's momentum remained undiminished.

His hunting target was always only Mo Xinren.

A sharp blade is fine as long as it remains unsheathed, but once it is, it will surely drink blood!

"Having fought a hundred battles, clad in golden armor, we will not return until Lou Lan is conquered..."

"The Four Forms of Asking Heaven, Form Two - Sword Slashes the Tower!"

Gu Yi gave a deep shout.

He twirled the longsword in his hand, then swung it horizontally with the force of a thousand armies.

The sword energy, condensed to a tangible form, resembled a raging sea.

With overwhelming force, it crushed everything in its path with absolute power!

In an instant, all the obstacles in his way were blown away!

call out--

Someone whistled.

Just as Gu Yi reached Mo Xinren, who was smiling, and was about to strike him down with his sword...

Between the electric light and flint.

An ancient force, not belonging to this era, erupted from the other side of the crowd!

A sense of crisis immediately enveloped Gu Yi.

But he still resolutely swung his longsword, striking the dark figure that suddenly darted out, but made a sharp turn and blocked Mo Xinren's path.

stab-

A pale, severed hand, dripping with blood, fell into the air.

The other party seemed to feel no pain at all, his expression remaining unchanged and calm, while Mo Xinren, who was being protected behind him, revealed a victor's smile.

"It seems that I won."

A slight smile played on his lips, as if he had already become the ultimate winner.

As soon as he finished speaking, the member of the Desolate Clan who had suddenly appeared extended his other intact hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and went straight for Gu Yi's head.

The appearance of another mysterious powerhouse was certainly unexpected, but compared to the legendary Great Wilderness Clan, it was clearly the latter that made people feel even more desperate!

Surprisingly, the Wilderness Clan was also lurking among the desert bandits!

"Damn it, it's too late!"

The sharpshooter Yang Yi held up his ancestral Sun-Hunting Bow. He had already nocked an arrow and drawn the string, but due to the confusion between friend and foe, he found it difficult to aim for a moment.

Tens of thousands of spirit swords floated in mid-air.

That was created by He Chengxiang, the master of the Ten Thousand Blades Sword.

His original intention was to clear the way for Gu Yi and remove obstacles along the way, but he did not expect that Gu Yi would be so fierce and break through the defenses of many powerful beings on his own. He also did not expect that, in addition to the Great Wilderness Clan that had appeared before, there were other members of the Great Wilderness Clan hidden here!

At such close range, almost no one believed that Gu Yi could survive against the Wilderness Clan, including the Sword Master of Ten Thousand Blades, who had been plotting to kill him and had manipulated thousands of spirit swords into one.

If Gu Yi dies in battle, then He Chengxiang will inherit his unfinished mission and use his famous skill, Wanren Guiyi, to forcefully kill the leader of the Desert Bandit Alliance!

"A single spark ignites a prairie fire!"

The Hundred Refinements Ancestor waved his hand, releasing flames as dazzling as stars, which rose from multiple directions, forming an encirclement and blocking Mo Xinren's retreat.

His idea is simple.

If sacrifice is inevitable, then let those who caused all the tragedies here join us on our journey to pay tribute to the heroic souls in heaven!

"ended."

The severed-handed member of the Desolate Clan gripped Gu Yi's head and said in a deep voice...

Even though he was being targeted by two powerful figures and surrounded by flames, Mo Xinren's smile still bloomed like a spring flower.

Do you think you can take me down with your mere strength?

That's incredibly naive!

"Good, it's over..."

Just as the Desolate Clan with the Broken Hand was about to crush Gu Yi's head, Mo Xinren's smile froze instantly.

Because the sound came from behind him!

Poof——