These two people are Coach Huang and Coach Xuan, who are fighting against each other. These four people are respectively the four great coaches of Heaven, Earth, Xuan and Huang. They belong to the Million Demon Army Coach. The army they have trained is extremely powerful. Among them, the Heavenly Coach has the highest cultivation level and is about to break through the Mahayana.

Earth, Xuan, and Huang are arranged next.

"Why not?"

On the right side, Qiu Mu Sanren, Ku Ling Sanren, Elder Gu Mu and a mid-level Mahayana cultivator, exactly four of them, but their cultivation levels were slightly worse than the former. After hearing the former's words, they gave up on killing the demon.

The disciples all flew up and faced off against the four of them in mid-air.

Coach Tian nodded: "Very good, let's fight up top!"

With that said, the four of them flew straight into the sky, with the four of Gu Mu following closely, while the Beast God Envoy stood quietly in mid-air, his eyes sweeping across the sky, showing no intention of taking action.

The fighting between the two sides became more and more fierce, and the losses on the side of the righteous monks were increasing. The dead and injured disciples piled up like mountains on the ground, and the ground was stained with blood.

"Haha, the righteous disciples are indeed a bunch of rabble, so vulnerable!" General Mowu laughed when he saw this scene.

The Beast God envoy said nothing and continued to watch the disciples from both sides fighting.

At this moment, a golden figure flew from the sky, and a voice containing Yuan Power resounded throughout the world: "Kill!"

"kill!"

For a moment, a deafening sound resounded throughout the world. Under the leadership of three elders, 150,000 righteous monks no longer concealed themselves, flew out, covered the sky and the sun, and charged towards the demonic army.

Hearing the deafening killing sound, all the warring parties looked around with astonishment in their eyes. However, the righteous monks soon burst into excited roars, their momentum increased again, and they pressed back against the demonic disciples.

These 150,000 righteous monks also came in from behind the demon army and formed an encirclement of the demon army, wrapping up all the 150,000 troops. The demon army was caught off guard by this sudden change and suffered heavy losses in a hurry.

All formations were broken.

Mo Wu's face was gloomy, his eyes were blood red, and he roared: "Damn the right way, the whole army will obey the order and follow the general to break through!"

As the sword in his hand waved, the demonic soldiers stabilized their positions and quickly organized a counterattack. The war of attrition between the two sides continued. Although the demonic army suffered heavy losses, the attack should not be underestimated.

When Long Chen saw this scene, his body soared into the air, turning into a golden light and flying towards the Demon Warrior General who was constantly commanding the Demon Army.

Several guards tried to stop Long Chen, but they were killed by him before he could make any move. Blood gushed out, causing General Mowu to keep retreating.

"Mowu, you are defeated. If you surrender, we can consider letting you live!" Long Chen floated quietly in the air. Now the masters in the demon army have been entangled by the masters of the right path, and there is no way to rescue Mowu.

General Mowu's face darkened and he said coldly: "Fantasy, I am a general of the Holy Dynasty, and I should be galloping on the battlefield, even if I am wrapped in horse leather. If I surrender to you, then I will be ashamed of my ancestors and the whole world."

Hajj!”

"You are not afraid of death, but what about your soldiers?" Long Chen said lightly.

Mo Wu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "They are all warriors of the Holy Dynasty. It is their glory to die for the rise of the Holy Dynasty. Even if they are under the Nine Springs, they can rest in peace!"

"So, you are stubborn!" Long Chen said coldly.

Mo Wu raised the long sword in his hand: "If you want to fight, then let's fight. I, the warrior of the Holy Dynasty, are by no means a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

A flash of fierceness flashed in Long Chen's eyes. Mo Wu is the general of these more than 100,000 demon disciples. If he doesn't kill him, he will feel uneasy: "As you wish!"

A golden sword energy suddenly shot out from Long Chen's hand, cutting through the void and heading towards Mowu. Mowu's face was solemn, and the magic knife in his hand suddenly turned, and a powerful magic energy flowed from the blade and then poured into it.

in vivo.

boom!...

Mowu's face turned red, like a frog about to devour an insect. He puffed up his energy, and then the demonic energy in his body exploded. His breath also increased one after another, and finally stopped at the middle stage of Mahayana.

"Demon-drinking knife!"

The black aura met Long Chen's sword energy, and the two collided, canceling everything out.

"The middle stage of Mahayana?" Long Chen raised a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth. Although it was a bit more difficult to deal with than before, it was not invincible.

Boom boom boom...

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a strong burst of explosions in the air. Everyone looked around and saw that a piece of demonic energy spread out in the air, like an explosion, covering the eight fighting people.

Immediately afterwards, two figures fell out of it, and a slightly embarrassed figure quickly retreated.

When the figures of the two people fell, everyone could clearly see the figures of the two people. They were Ku Ling Sanren and another Mahayana monk. One of them died after having his Dantian emptied out. It seemed that he had been forced to death with his hands.

The one who was crushed and exploded, and the other one was pierced by the demonic energy and died. Judging from the scars, it was obvious that he died from a sneak attack from behind.

And that embarrassed figure was Elder Gumu of the Wuqing Sect, with a black scar on his chest, still exuding a trace of demonic energy.

"Qiu Mu, you traitor!" After landing, Elder Gu Mu cursed angrily into the air with an angry look on his face.

When everyone looked, the demonic energy in the air dissipated, revealing several people among them. In addition to the original four coaches of Xuanhuang and Tiandi, there was one more person, and that was Qiu Mu Sanren, a casual cultivator in their Beast God Capital.

"Haha, how does Gu Mu feel?" Qiu Mu laughed immediately when he saw Gu Mu's embarrassed look.

Gu Mu looked gloomy: "You are a despicable and shameless guy, you actually joined the demon army!"

Everyone's expressions changed drastically when they saw this sudden situation. Both of their masters had fallen. They were masters in the Mahayana period. One of them rebelled and one was seriously injured. However, none of the four masters of the Demonic Way was injured.

When Qiu Mu heard what Elder Gu Mu said, he smiled and said: "Gu Mu, I am one of the coaches of the Holy Dynasty, but few people know about me. How can I say betrayal!"

"Haha, I think it's hard to predict the outcome this time!" Mo Wu saw the battle in mid-air, and the righteous masters defeated two people in a row. They were all masters of the Mahayana period. Even the righteous monks wanted to kill two people in a row.

It hurts for a while.

Long Chen didn't say anything. He didn't move. Mo Wu didn't dare to make the slightest move, but just watched the changes not far away.

"You bastard, die!" Gu Mu's face was gloomy, the ruthless path spread within his body, and his powerful strength turned into brave energy and rushed forward.

"It's not certain who will die!" The four coaches took action at the same time, and the black evil energy turned into a giant palm and grabbed Gu Mu.

On the right side, the three elders of the Earth Sect, Wu Sect, and Star Sword Sect who came to support flew out, and powerful Yuanli surged up.

Boom boom boom...

The powerful righteous energy and the black giant palm collided together, and they both collapsed at the same time, turning into the sky-wide energy and dispersing in the air.

"I feel like the outcome has been decided!" Long Chen smiled slightly, and the fights between the ordinary disciples below became increasingly fierce, but most of them ended with the death of the demon disciples. After all, the number of righteous disciples was twice that of the demon disciples, and there were also

There are 10,000 monks who are all above Nascent Soul. With such a level of cultivation, even the formation of the demon army will be difficult to stop them.

Mo Wu also saw this situation, but he pinned all his hopes on the four major coaches. As long as the masters of the righteous path fall, no matter how many righteous disciples there are, what will happen?

"The Fourth Style of the Emperor's Sword Technique!"

Long Chen shouted low, he was not going to give Mo Wu a chance. As long as this leader died, the defenses of these demon disciples would be broken. Hundreds of feet of huge golden sword energy would fall down from the sword body.

The powerful energy made the space seem to be frozen.

Mo Wu's expression became solemn. The former's cultivation level was not very strong, but this sword energy had far surpassed his own cultivation level. If he was given another period of time to grow, I'm afraid it would be even more terrifying in the future.

Turning the blade in his hand, black demonic energy surrounded it, extending tens of feet away, and then turned into a black giant blade in mid-air. Under the whistling of the blade, the power increased sharply, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, which was very harsh.

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Long Chen's eyes flickered, staring closely at the long knife in Mo Wu's hand. He felt that this long knife was different from ordinary weapons. Every time the former was swung, it would cause space fluctuations in the air, and its power
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