At this time, the auras of Tan Fengchen and Master Xantong had already become extremely weak, but they were still making their final resistance.
Tan Fengchen, who was originally suave, handsome and unrestrained, has now become a decrepit old man.
The already aging Master Xuan Tong has skin as dry as tree bark, making him indescribably ugly.
Facing the waves of sword light, the two of them persisted with all their lives regardless of the loss of their lifespan. .??.
When the defensive magic weapon is destroyed, use various top-level defensive talismans. When the talismans are exhausted, rely on your own true energy cultivation.
Under the erosion of the sword light, the two men were already covered with sword wounds!
Tan Fengchen's waist was pierced by sword light, blood flowed gurglingly, and his snow-white internal organs could be seen.
Master Xuan Tong even lost an arm in the sword light, and two pairs of blood pupils flowed with bright red and strange blood.
The two swaying figures were like candles swaying in the wind. They could be extinguished at any time, but they never could.
Persistence...and only for one purpose, to live!
Su Twelve stared at the two people in the sword light with burning eyes. The excessive loss of true energy and spiritual consciousness caused his seven orifices to bleed, and his consciousness even began to blur.
But even so, Su Twelve did not give up. The main force of the evil alliance has been destroyed, and these two people must not stay!
Even if his foundation is damaged, he will kill them both!!!
Since we have this ability and opportunity, we must not miss it. Only with the lives of these two people can we give an explanation to everyone who died under the conspiracy of the evil alliance!
"Puff puff……"
The next second, there were several muffled sounds in succession, bringing with it a cloud of blood mist.
After all, Tan Fengchen and Master Xuan Tong were unable to support themselves.
Thousands of sword lights penetrated their bodies, and their bodies were directly transformed into blood mist and dissipated in the sword light, and their bodies were destroyed.
Immediately, two golden elixirs wrapped in gray mist appeared, and in each of the two golden elixirs, the faces of two people appeared.
On the surface of the golden elixir, there is a faint film-like mask surrounding it.
A steady stream of golden light fell, and it was difficult to break through the film mask for a while.
Obviously, the two of them are extraordinary in strength, and the golden elixir also has special defense methods.
Su Twelve's eyes turned cold, and his attention was firmly focused on the two golden elixirs.
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"Don't worry! Their bodies have been destroyed, and only the golden elixir remains. Even if they don't need a thousand-year blow, they can be destroyed with a snap of a finger."
"If something happens to you, we will all suffer the backlash from the formation, and no one can escape!"
Shen Miaoyin saw Su Twelve's thoughts and immediately continued to remind him.
Su Twelve knew that what Shen Miaoyin said was reasonable, and since their bodies had been destroyed, he would no longer force it.
Enduring the severe pain caused by the overdraft of true energy and spiritual consciousness, he immediately controlled the Thousand-Year Strike and began to slowly decline.
As the Thousand-Year Strike descends, the sun-like light begins to gradually dim.
The turbulent clouds and Sunda wind in the sky slowly receded.
After a while, the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed, and the bright sunshine shone down, spreading all over the earth.
Mountains and rivers stretch for thousands of miles, shining brightly and emitting light in the sun.
"Win! We won!"
"Great, finally...victorious!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
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Feeling the temperature of Yang Guan, the monks who were in a state of trance reacted one after another.
Everyone shouted excitedly, excited and inexplicably happy.
What's more, some even burst into tears and burst into tears of joy.
After a visit to the gates of hell, these monks who have been practicing for decades or hundreds of years are no different from children.
In the crowd, Xiao Yue was covered in blood, but she looked at Su Twelve from a distance with a happy face, her heart was excited, and her chest was heaving.
"As expected of Twelve, it never disappoints!"
Not just Xiao Yue, everyone in the crowd and the Yunge Sect were all looking at Su Twelve at this moment.
"I really can't believe that he, who is only in the foundation building stage, has accomplished what the sect master failed to accomplish?"
"This guy...no wonder he became the peak master!"
"With this guy's strength and potential, the Eighth Peak will definitely be indispensable in the future. It seems... we have to find a way to keep up with him."
He has to build a good relationship!"
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Looking at Su Twelve from a distance, everyone in the Yunge Sect had their own thoughts.
But the smiles on the faces of all the Yunge Sect monks were particularly bright, and they were filled with pride.
After all, it was mainly the people of the Yunge Sect who finally stepped forward to save everyone.
The other monks from various forces also looked at the top of the mountain with smiles on their lips, unable to hide the joy of surviving the disaster.
Among the monks of Shenzhu Villa, a figure's eyes were firmly fixed on Su Twelve.
"I didn't expect that Brother Su would become so powerful after so many years?"
"Uncle Qi once said that only those with equal strength are qualified to negotiate. But the reality is not so simple. Without strength, you can't even protect everything you own! You must... you must work hard to improve yourself and change yourself. You have to be strong!!!”
"I have lost Uncle Qi, my aunt, and so many of my classmates. Whatever is left, I must rely on my own strength to hold on tightly!"
Jiang Feixue's eyes were sparkling with water. The girl who was once quirky, lively and cheerful has now become mature and steady.
Shui Lingling's eyes were filled with determination for the future.
At the top of the fourth peak, Su Twelve held the Millennium Strike in his hand and slowly landed on the ground.
At this time, the Thousand-Year Strike was covered with the blood on Su Twelve's body, and the blood flowed silently into the sword body.
The moment he landed, Su Twelve's body went limp and he fell to the ground.
Before he landed, a beautiful figure stepped forward and supported Su Twelve.
Turning to look at Su Twelve, Shen Miaoyin asked, "How do you feel?"
"Sister, please worry, I'm fine."
Su Twelve endured the severe pain and tried his best to look calm.
At this time, his consciousness was about to burst, and the meridians all over his body felt like needles pricking him, and he was in excruciating pain.
But thinking of Ren Yunzong, the old woman named Jiang, and other monks who paid the price with their lives, they felt that this pain was nothing.
"Senior sister, how should we deal with this thousand-year blow...
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Looking down at the Millennium Strike in his hand, Su Twelve couldn't help but have a flash of horror in his eyes.
After stopping the activation, the Millennium Strike is continuously dissipating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Obviously, if it weren't for his lack of true energy and spiritual consciousness, this thousand-year blow would have unleashed an even more astonishingly powerful attack!
And this moment.
When Su Twelve's eyes fell on the sword body again, he felt a strange feeling.
It felt very strange, as if this thousand-year blow had some kind of connection with him, this... was a feeling of flesh and blood connection.
Su Twelve's heart was shaken, thoughts flashed through his mind, and he immediately realized something.
He has read thousands of books and does not know much about magic weapons, but he has also dabbled in them.
A magic weapon is different from a spiritual weapon. It is a supreme treasure that can identify its owner.
However, it is not easy to make a magic weapon recognize its owner. Only with the help of monks' essence, blood and true essence, and after years of cultivation, can it be possible to establish a mind-body connection.
But at this moment... the situation of the Millennium Strike was obviously contrary to his little understanding.
However, Su Twelve's analytical skills were not bad, and he could guess a thing or two as soon as his thoughts changed.
The Millennium Strike was forged by the founder of the Yunge Sect a thousand years ago, so... the opponent couldn't be unprepared.
The greatest possibility is that this magic weapon can quickly recognize its owner, and it is likely to target the first person to activate it.
In this way, if the previous plan does not fail, the evil alliance can be successfully defeated.
No matter how many parties support each other or how they plot against each other.
This thousand-year strike must sooner or later be in the pocket of Yunge Sect!
After all, according to the original plan, Ren Yunzong would be the master of this thing, and other powerful monks would be the auxiliaries to jointly activate it.
Thinking of this, Su Twelve deeply realized that Yunge Sect had a long-standing plan.
He had reason to believe that Ren Yunzong definitely knew the information about the Thousand-Year Strike to identify the master, while the monks from other forces definitely didn't know.
Just when Su Twelve was thinking secretly, a vague and sharp gaze suddenly swept over him.