In the dark night.

The white light will become very obvious.

The bright white gathered like a funnel over Qingcheng, like a vast cloud that accumulates all the clear air in the world.

This scene is full of shock and thrilling for many alien races in Qingcheng.

"What's this?"

Many books already think that the battle in Qingcheng has been decided, but they never thought that such a change would occur.

The envoys of the gods, immortals, demons, demons and other tribes were all planning to turn around and prepare for the three rules that should be made after Qingzhou became the rule of the ghost tribe.

However, the tenacity of the human race exceeded their imagination, and it seemed that the human race had appeared again who could turn the tide.

"Who is it!"

The immortal clan was in danger of being stationed in the world.

One by one, the powerful aliens rose up in the air, looking further away, hoping to see more clearly.

Their eyes focused on the vast and majestic clouds in the inner city of Qingcheng human race.

There, there was a white robes.

After seeing his face clearly, the strong men of all races were stunned and unbelievable.

"Lu Mengran?"

"How could it be him?"

"At the Qingzhou Conference, we once felt that he was just a mortal, not a powerful human martial artist!"

"I'm waiting...hat the response is wrong?"

The clans were shocked, and then they couldn't help but remain silent.

Lu Mangran stood up, but so what?

Although Lu Mengran's aura seemed very different, they were amazed.

But what can Lu Mangran change?

Could he still use his own strength to defend the gate of Qingcheng so that the ghost clan cannot enter?

...

...

The magnificent white light and the majestic cumulus clouds dispel the darkness of the night.

It seemed as if the clear clouds shining thousands of feet high in the sky were pulled into the world.

Lu Mang stood on the inner city tower of Qingcheng. When he raised his hand, there was a surging wind and clouds. Large white clouds gathered rapidly, like white silk and satin, and like brocades waving among immortals in the sky.

Lu Mang opened his eyes, his hair was flying, and the plain white clothes on his body were also floating in the wind.

His eyes were deep and he should have been excited, but at this moment, he was very calm.

A clear air fills the world.

This is Wendao.

The Lu Mengran's way belongs to him.

Scholars are not useless. Scholars are full of passion. Scholars dare to draw their swords when they are angry. Scholars can even splatter blood when they are angry.

However, scholars have their own way of fighting.

Lu Mangran's eyes fluctuated. He knew that the mysterious senior in his body was still watching.

Condescendingly, looking down at him.

It was his predecessor who passed the martial arts to him, and Lu Mangran could master such huge power at this moment.

Lu Mangran felt awe in his heart.

He knew that passing on martial arts in times of danger was a test for him.

Since he carries this, he needs to play a role.

and……

It was him who asked for the cultivation level that needed Tongtian.

Now, the senior has given him.

What he had thought, thought, and hoped for came true, and he would definitely try to win over Tianqing.

On the Qingcheng City Tower.

The human defenders were already covered in blood. Some of them had a piece of armor, and all the blood like water in the bowl was splashed.

They were exhausted, they were distracted and filled with despair.

Qingcheng...can't be able to defend it anymore.

The home behind them is about to fall.

under.

The burly Yang Hu waved his long sword and defeated one ghost monk after another. He could defeat hundreds of armies, thousands of armies, and ten thousand armies.

However, there are too many ghost clans, and Yang Hu can't kill them all.

His knife was dull, his blood was dry, and the energy in his dantian was also exhausted.

suddenly.

A white light bathed down.

The world seems to be bright.

Yang Hu felt a warm feeling when he was leaning on a knife in the army of the ghost clan.

He raised his head and looked at the sky full of white clouds, his eyes were blurred for a moment.

He seemed to see the night after it disappeared.

Yang Hu looked at the city tower and saw the white clothes, and he spoke with a clear breath.

"Mr. Lu..."

Yang Hu's voice was already hoarse, but he still murmured in a hoarse voice.

He looked at the sound of the sound of endless white light that seemed to attract the dawn, and blood and tears flowed in the tiger's eyes.

Duke Lu!

He whispered, turned into a hissing.

Lu looked at him in a daze, raised his hand and said, the lotus blooming in his mouth, and a white cloud seemed to peel off and fell on Yang Hu.

Yang Hu's burly body shook.

The dry dantian seems to be nourished, and the tired will is easily relieved.

Yang Hu felt that his energy had recovered at this moment!

The despair in my heart was dispelled, and the fighting spirit... is back!

Yang Hu's eyes were as lightning as lightning. Looking at the white clothes on the city tower, his heart was filled with excitement.

Great, Duke Lu!

"kill!!!!!"

Yang Hu turned his head, waved a long sword in his hand, and the sword energy spread across, plowing a gully among the ghost army!

Up the city tower.

Tired defenders.

It seems to have heard... Haoran!

Fear fades away, despair disappears!

They fought harder to kill the enemy, and their hearts were ignited with infinite fighting spirit. They wanted to continue to protect their homes behind them!

Their will is getting stronger and stronger!

Mr. Lu stood on the city tower.

Every poem he recited seemed to be wrapped in white light and dispel the coldness of the darkness.

Qingcheng, which was about to fall, was defended again by defenders who seemed to be fed with chicken blood.

The monks of the Ghost Clan felt that the difficulty of siege in the city had become much greater, and it was even more difficult to siege in the city than when the human defenders were in full swing at the beginning.

What's going on?

The monks of the Ghost Clan were all confused!

However, the monks of the Ghost Clan are not stupid either. In the army of the Ghost Clan, the eyes of the powerful ghost clan who are like fire released a cold light, staring at Lu Mangran on the city tower.
To be continued...