The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Disciples kept coming from the rear to report, some reported that Wei Shizhi was vomiting blood, another reported that the mountain guard had collapsed, and some later reported that several outer disciples had fallen from the Hongqiao Bridge. The bad news came one after another. The faces of the disciples were also getting worse and worse. The atmosphere on Qing Yuanzong's side was dull and oppressive, while the morale on the Mozu's side was boosted.

Yan Song looked at Cheng Mou coldly: "I didn't expect that the Demon Lord, who is so famous, would use such inconspicuous tricks."

Cheng Mou has been a disciple in the sect for ten years, so he must be well aware of the weakness of the mountain protection formation, and of course he also knows that Shen Jianzhi has been in seclusion all the year round, when should he attack to make Shen Jianzhi feel powerless , can also defeat Qing Yuanzong in one fell swoop.

Faced with the crushing of the demon army, Qing Yuanzong had no ability to fight back.The corrosion of the devil energy can seal the cultivator's perception of the aura of heaven and earth. The reason why the cultivator is different from ordinary mortals is that they can perceive the heaven and earth and use the power of the heaven to transcend the heaven, but once the devil energy seals their aura In terms of ability, at the root, Qing Yuanzong had the upper hand.

Back then, the ancestors also used all their cultivation to be able to die together with the demon army.

But now, let alone whether there is anyone who can reach the level of strength of the ancestors back then, even if there is, no one will have the integrity of the righteousness of the world.

The current Zhongsi cultivation world is different from that of the past.

"What kind of person is treated, what kind of means can be used."

Cheng Mou also wanted to say that as long as Yan Song gave up all resistance and went to the Demon Realm with him, he would let Qing Yuanzong go, but before he could say this, he saw a disciple running towards Yan Song in a panic, and whispered a few words to him. After a few words, Yan Song's expression suddenly changed, he hurriedly gave Shu Ci a few words, and went straight to the inner door.

Cheng Mou knew well that Hongqiao couldn't hold on anymore.

The Hongqiao was inherently fragile and would not be visible at ordinary times, but with the erosion of demon energy and the swarming of outer disciples, this immortal bridge would not last long.

Cheng Mou looked at Yan Song's figure running away, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: Even if you have passed, what can you change?

He got up and wanted to chase, but if Yan Song ran away, he would not know who to vent the hatred in his heart.

But as soon as he moved, he saw that the elite disciples of Qing Yuanzong's inner sect were all waiting in battle, and the talisman in their hands was shining brightly.

Obviously all of them were seriously injured, and they couldn't last long under the demonic energy, but they still wanted to stop him every step forward.

Cheng Mou was stunned for a moment, and Yan Song's figure disappeared from his sight just at that moment.

Cheng Mou sneered, raised his sword and hid in the demon army, while Xiusha got Cheng Mou's order, led the army forward, and fought with those disciples again.

The sky was unbearably gloomy, with swords meeting each other, all kinds of spiritual power shuttled in the thick black demonic energy, while white and black merged into the red of blood.

Shu Ci gritted his teeth, swallowed the blood gushing up his throat, forced out the last bit of spiritual power, poured it on the long sword, and tried his best to kill the demons.

Taking advantage of the time to catch his breath, he tried his best to turn his head and look in the direction Yan Song left. In the next moment, he raised his epee soaring to the sky, and rushed into the fighting crowd again.

It is with the will to die.

The situation in Hongqiao is very pessimistic, big cracks have begun to appear in the middle, and the outer disciples are unable to protect themselves, and they have not even reached the spirit induction period. After knowing that Hongqiao is about to be unbearable, they are all crying crazily Squeeze to the top of the bridge, for fear that you will be left at the outer gate that is not protected by the mountain guard array.

People are afraid of death, especially for these disciples who have no ability to protect themselves. In just a stick of incense, fear enveloped the entire mountain.

Life and death are in an instant, and there is only a loud bang, which seems to be the collapse of the sky pillar, and the Hongqiao is finally overwhelmed, and it breaks inch by inch from the middle!

Some disciples fell directly from the bridge, fell into the abyss, and were smashed to pieces.

The cries of the outer disciples became more intense, screaming, cursing, and begging for mercy flooded in like a flood, causing Yan Song a severe headache.

When the Hongqiao collapsed, the lives of the hundreds of disciples on the bridge could not be saved.

Yan Song quickly made seals with his hands, and in an instant, the ice blue brilliance flourished, and a giant hand unexpectedly supported the entire bridge from bottom to top!

The bridge stopped shaking, and the crying of the disciples gradually weakened and turned into sobs, but the movements of their feet were not slow at all, and they went straight to the opposite side of the bridge.Once the speed increases, more and more people will flock to Hongqiao, the effect is remarkable, but the consumption of Yan Song is also quite huge.

Yan Song stood not far from the Hongqiao, and he bears all the pressure of the Hongqiao fall. He was crushed until his feet were sunken, his teeth were soaked in blood, beads of sweat kept falling from his forehead, and his face was so pale that he had already I couldn't hold on any longer, but there were still one-third of the disciples who hadn't been transferred.

"567, give me a Peiyuan Pill."

"Good host."

"Ding, I bought Peiyuan Dan, deducted 1000 points, and the current balance is 10500."

In an instant, all of Yan Song's negative states were cleared away, and the Hongqiao straddled steadily between the two mountain peaks. Some disciples saw Yan Song struggling to support, and would be grateful for the "big brother" on the tunnel.

Everything is smooth and orderly.

But the good times didn't last long, the demons seemed to have discovered the situation on the Hongqiao side, Xiusha pulled out from the main battlefield of the mountain gate at some point, and led a few cronies to fight Yan Song in person.

All Yan Song's strength was used to support Hongqiao, and he had no time to care about other things. The few disciples who were protecting Yan Song were not opponents at all, and they were severely injured in just a few rounds, and could no longer move.

Yan Song's face was pale, his black hair was wet with sweat, he turned his head indifferently, looked at Xiusha, and said coldly: "Despicable."

Xiusha didn't take it seriously, and even took it as a compliment, laughed a few times, and together with a few cronies, attacked Yan Song directly.

In an instant, dark clouds covered the sun, and silver-purple thunder was wrapped in billowing clouds, and lightning as thick as a child's arm slashed down behind Yan Song, piercing the black sky and illuminating Yan Song's figure.

His back was straight and his white clothes were blood-stained, but he was as gorgeous as if he was the only color in the world.

Yan Song stood under the bridge, motionless, he was a living target.

Those attacks were aimed at him, as long as he pulled out his hand, it would be easy to block those attacks.

But once he pulled his hand away, Hongqiao would collapse, and all the disciples on it would die.

The cold air overflowed, with Yan Song as the center, it spread to a radius of hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.

On the lonely ice field, the noise and hustle and bustle were far away from him. He stood alone in the world, and all his spiritual power rushed to Hongqiao.

At the same time, he survived Xiusha's attack.

He was staggering, but the Hongqiao was standing steadily on the horizon.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes, Xiusha and his cronies seemed to have found something interesting, they kept probing, and increased the attack of demon energy time and time again.

Yan Song remained motionless, except for a pair of eyes that seemed to hold sharp swords, which were sharp and cold.

The demonic energy turned into a sharp blade, and directly cut into Yan Song's body. There was no blood flow, but the pain penetrated into the lungs.

"567, I'm in so much pain."

"Host, I'll give you painkillers."

"Don't wait until the end to use it more than now."

His disciples seemed endless, and Xiusha's attack had no end. Yan Song's back was as straight as a sharp sword, but his internal organs seemed to be twisted together. The severe pain made him stupefied, but he was still able to stand firmly, as if he , he is standing here like this, the sky is low and the ground is high, the gap between them can only accommodate him alone.

At some point, all the outer disciples moved away, Xiusha's attack stopped, his spiritual power was exhausted, his whole body seemed to be dislocated, the pain was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to blink.

The devilish energy was raging wantonly in his body, and the side effects of Peiyuan Pill eroded his sanity, and even the poison of Ban Yue in his body was faintly showing a tendency to emerge.

Yan Song's legs were weak and he couldn't open his eyes. He obeyed the gravity and knelt down fiercely on the ground. His back was bent like a sharp sword, his head was lowered, and his black hair covered all his sight. .His hands were hanging limply by his sides, looking slumped.

——He really has no strength.

The cold sword tip rested on his chin, holding his head firmly.

Yan Song knelt on the ground, but his head was raised, in an uncomfortable position.

Yan Song opened his eyes slightly, first he saw a long black sword, and then a man in black clothes and black hair.

The sword was very cold, and the tip of the sword rested a little above his Adam's apple. It must have pierced the skin and it hurt a little.

"Yan Song, what you did is meaningless."

Yan Song met Cheng Mou's gaze with difficulty, cold sweat slid from his forehead, fell on the corners of his eyes, and then fell along the arc of his cheeks, a bit like tears.

"I... won't do things that don't make sense."

"Yan Song, you are a lunatic," Cheng Mou seemed to be very excited, the corners of his mouth drooped, and there was a black mist in his eyes, it seemed that he was a little more angry than the emptiness at the beginning.

He obviously has no expression on his face, but everyone knows that he is not in a good mood.

"If you had surrendered and left with me from the beginning, you would have suffered less, and you Qing Yuanzong, the casualties would not have been so tragic."

Yan Song only felt pain all over his body, and his mind was buzzing, but when he heard the news of Qing Yuanzong's tragic death and injury, his whole body seemed to be silent for a moment.

"You... nonsense."

Cheng Mou smiled heartlessly: "Am I talking nonsense, you can see it yourself."

In the next moment, some chaotic fragments were forcefully sent into Yan Song's mind by Cheng Mou.

The big square in front of the mountain gate was filled with blood, most of the elite disciples were silent, only a few were still breathing, Shu Ci became a bloody man, one leg seemed to be broken, and was supported by his junior brother .

After Wei Shizhi vomited a mouthful of blood, he fell into a coma.

The large formation protecting the mountain collapsed, and some outer disciples inhaled the magic energy and died immediately.

The first sect of Zhongsi, facing the crushing of the demon army, was helpless and suffered a disastrous defeat.

Yan Song closed his eyes, unwilling to look again.

Cheng Mou looked at Yan Song's evasive appearance, red eyes appeared in his eyes: "Yan Song, Qing Yuanzong became like this, it's all because of you."

"And my goal, from beginning to end, is only you, and that is to kill you."

"It was you who killed those people."

Yan Song twitched his body in pain.

Cheng Mou chuckled: "Remember, you are a sinner."