The white light blooming on Luosha's chest disappeared in the next moment, and the subsequent scene shocked hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers.

Luo Sha's body flew backwards and retreated several feet in the air before stopping.

Luo Sha's face was pale at the moment, and there was a clear blood at the corner of his mouth, which obviously had suffered considerable internal injuries.

"Before that flash-shaped sword energy hit me, I had already raised nearly eight successful forces to stop it, but in the end I was still injured. Could it be that this little girl's strength is above me, it is impossible, absolutely impossible."

Luo Sha was extremely panicked at this moment, and for the first time in his life he had doubts about his strength.

However, on the other hand, after Li Yin dreamed of seeing her succeed in a blow, she finally showed joy on her face.

Many disciples of Shangwu Temple applauded and spared no effort to praise Li Yinmeng's strength. Such rhetorics such as unfathomable, invincible, heroines, and unparalleled in the world emerged one after another.

Xuan Yu and the other four also showed a look of relief when they saw this scene, believing that the battle had finally taken a major turn, and a ray of dawn rose from everyone's hearts.

"Little girl, I really underestimate you. This is the first time since I was born that someone has hurt me. But I warn you not to be happy too early. I have a principle that I will crush anyone who makes me feel angry. And you have touched my bottom line."

Luo Sha was now gritting his teeth with hatred for Li Yinmeng. When he said this, his face looked like a ghost. Although his expression was blocked under the cloak, the anger that filled his body could be easily noticed.

"Anyway, we must decide the winner today, so why do you make these meaningless ruthless words?" Li Yinmeng's face was calm, and she was not affected by the murderous aura that spreads around Luo Sha.

"Since I have taken your move, it's my turn to take action now, and exchange your respects."

After saying that, Luo Sha suddenly moved and rushed towards Li Yinmeng quickly. He raised his arms high and shouted loudly: "Huangquan, Biluo, let's show up, and kill all obstacles for me."

In the raised fists, two dazzling lights suddenly flashed, gradually extending and changing, and finally appearing their true form.

They were two ghost-headed knives, one green and the other dark blue.

The patterns carved on the blades of the double swords are very different. On the green ghost head is the hell scene where thousands of ghosts are wailing. The ghost faces are vivid and they are about to come out, which can make the viewer's hearts and courage break. However, on the dark blue ghost heads are auspicious clouds, which seem to be on the blue sky, on the top of the sky, making people fascinated.

The two ghost-headed swords with different colors and completely opposite artistic conceptions appear together but are so harmonious, without any sense of incongruity.

As the sky rises and falls to the yellow spring, a pair of incompatible but echoing names are perfect when used on these two knives.

Which one is the yellow spring and which one is the blue one can be clearly distinguished by the pattern on the sword.

Luo Sha quickly fell from the air, like a tiger pounced on his prey. Two ghost-headed knives slashed straight towards the Baihui acupoint above Li Yinmeng's head, leaving no room for space.

Luo Sha injected nearly 90% of his power into the two ghost-headed swords at this moment. The surging spiritual power made the two swords shine immediately, and two balls of flames with completely different colors were ignited at the edge of the blade.

The yellow spring is as green as the phosphate ghost flame, and the blue sky is as blue as the sky fire.

The two flames condensed the most pure spiritual power of the demon clan and possessed the terrifying power of burning the soul. Anyone who comes into contact with such flames will end up in ashes in a short time.

"Stop dying!"

Accompanied by Luosha's hysterical voice, Huangquan and Biluo's blades rushed towards Li Yinmeng's head.

Seeing the burning soul-demon flames that reflected the blue and green colors were about to ignite Li Yinmeng's beautiful and flowing black hair, she herself did not show a hint of panic and was still as calm as before.

Faced with Luo Sha's killing moves that almost did his best, Li Yinmeng did not dodge and held the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly with his right hand, and actually chose to fight against each other head-on.

The moment before the fire burned, the long sword in Li Yinmeng's hand was unsheathed.

“Type Two years [injury years]”

Danger is imminent, and Li Yinmeng can no longer describe the name of the move in full, but her colorful eyes are filled with confidence.

The spiritual power among the two balls of flames was completely saturated, allowing Li Yinmeng to fully see through the depth of Luosha's cultivation. At this moment, she could already determine that the final victory of this battle would be her own side.

The passing years are gone, and the years are ruthless.

The youth is ruined and life is destitute.

In the world, every tragic scene is recorded in history, war, epidemic, hatred and madness, no matter which one of them will bring devastation. Selfish souls emerge in the world, gradually destroying the purest lines of truth in human nature. People begin to forget the bottom lines and principles that must be kept in mind, and do anything that harms the world and is extremely calm in order to seek personal gain.

Fame, fortune and wealth are only a hundred years. Compared with the vast galaxy, the world is just a speck of dust. What is the long years of this vast and vast world experience? Joy will pass by in a moment.

The momentary self and short enjoyment may bring eternal pain to others. Is it worth it?

If you can’t get something, is it hard to ask for something, is it happiness?

There must be some time in your destiny, but don’t force it if you don’t have any time in your destiny.

There has never been a perfect life, and there is no need to search for those illusory romantic and romantic things. Pursuit can achieve self-sublimation and reap future benefits, but it must not be turned into obstacles to others.

The passing years are the whine of nature and the torture from the depths of the soul.

Any creature who has lost its true nature cannot escape the verdict of this sword intent.

"My cultivation may not be above him, but it is also very similar. But this style of wounded Liunian is aimed at the sword intent of the spiritual consciousness. He has huge ambitions and has fallen into my trap. Unless his heart is as solid as a rock, he will be in a mess and break his meridians." Li Yinmeng thought to himself.

This sword move is invisible and invisible, and you can't even feel any fluctuations of the sword energy. The move that Li Yinmeng just drew the sword seems to be a gimmick now.

However, the seemingly mediocre sword move caused unprecedented huge waves in Luosha's heart lake.

From the moment he felt the sword intent attack, scenes were staged in front of him. It was a microcosm of his memories. All the actions of hurting others in his life were listed in front of him, and each one was so clear

, as if yesterday.

It was not until this moment that Luo Sha realized that these pasts that he thought had forgotten were so deeply rooted in his mind and never disappeared for a moment. The faces of those people were like nightmares that could not be waving, completely disturbing Luo Sha's mood.

"Why do you still want to come to me? You all deserve to die, I never owe you anything."

Although the consciousness is still quibbling, his nature is extremely honest. The guilt turns into fear, tortures Luo Sha's spirit of gradually becoming fragile. The faces of the deceased in front of him slowly become ferocious, like a ghost coming to collect debts, giving Luo Sha the last blow to his soul.

"Don't get closer, I promise you that you will definitely bring you back to life. The demons have the secret technique of living dead and flesh and bones. I'll help you find it. You believe me, believe me."

The two flames above the tip of the two blades suddenly extinguished, and the originally blazing blue-green light on the knife also dimmed, which was obviously a sign of the decline of spiritual power.

Luo Sha fell from mid-air and fell to his knees on the beach in a mess. His burly body sank the sand, forming a pit more than two feet wide.

Until the moment he landed, he kept murmuring that prayer.

"Believe me, believe me"

Li Yinmeng stared at Luo Sha who had lost the power to fight again, his eyes as cold as a glacier.

"It's a pity that no one will believe you anymore."

Seeing that Luo Sha had only had one move with Li Yinmeng and fell down, it seemed that he had completely lost his ability to move. The soldiers of the Black Mist Army did not lose all their morale and fled in a hurry like ordinary human soldiers. Instead, they retreated from the water barrier and rushed forward to try to rescue Luo Sha who was in danger.

Hundreds of thousands of elite demons rushed towards the beach, and the indescribable loud voice made many disciples of Shangwu Temple so shocked that they almost collapsed to the ground. No one would have thought that these soldiers still remained unrest after seeing their commander defeat and united as one.

"It is worthy of being the most elite warrior of the demon race. This kind of discipline and decisive ability are by no means comparable to any army of our human race." Ye Yixing felt the momentum of the Black Mist Army moving forward, and looked back at the anxious and timid look of the disciples of Shangwu Hall, and couldn't help but sigh at the gap like a gap.

Qi Yunxiao was obviously dissatisfied with the performance of the disciples, and his face suddenly became serious and shouted sternly: "The enemy has arrived. All the disciples obey orders and charge with me. If anyone escapes at the battle, they will be executed regardless of the reason."

Hearing such a decisive order from the head, the disciples felt as if they were bombarded by heavy hammers. At this moment, they truly understood the cruelty of the battlefield. They could be said to have no turning back. At this critical moment that determines the survival of Penglai, as disciples of the Shangwu Hall of the sect that has been guarding Penglai for more than 600 years, they had no choice but to fight with their lives.

The soldiers of the Black Mist Army acted very quickly. Soon after, they rushed to everyone and surrounded Luosha who could not get up, as a cover.

Ye Yixing shouted to Qi Yunxiao, who was about to lead his disciples to the front and take the lead: "The leader does not need to be impulsive. We will resist first. You will lead the disciples to supervise the formation in the rear. If we can't hold on, it will not be too late to support us."

Qi Yunxiao shook his hand and said, "No, the enemy is a thousand troops, just how do you four people deal with it?"
Chapter completed!