But anyone with a discerning eye can see that Daoxuan has exhausted all his strength just after seriously injuring Yuan Zhong. Now that the two are entangled, one move is not as powerful as the other.
On the contrary, it was Yuan Zhong, although his face was pale due to injuries, but each blow was more fierce than the last, making it difficult to figure out his true strength.
No matter how you look at the current scene, Yuan Zhong has the advantage, so much so that the demon soldiers are beginning to feel less panicked, and have even stopped counterattacks in some places.
The righteous army is still fighting with all their might, but after all, it is much weaker. Once the opponent adapts to this tactic, they will no longer be afraid. The two sides are in a stalemate, and the war has gradually heated up.
There are more and more casualties on the battlefield. Now the battle is still between the top leaders. If the leader of both sides is defeated or killed, it can affect the entire battle situation.
Especially the demon soldiers, their minds are not firm enough, and they will immediately collapse if Yuan Zhong dies.
Mu Qianyu stood tall and watched the battle from a distance. The injury she had just received from Yuan Zhong had not healed yet, so she did not go into battle. With Bei Chenye and Li Nanxian in command, she was not needed. She and Luo Wuxian were watching together.
Following Yuan Zhong, he was just waiting to find some loopholes through which he could make a surprise attack.
Luo Wuxian himself was severely damaged. Even though he was once powerful, he was now left with only some tricks. If he really had a head-on confrontation with Yuan Zhong, although he would not die, he would definitely be seriously injured.
He is not willing to pay so much for the world. In his opinion, the people in the world are just poor people. No matter how hard they struggle, they will die sooner or later. If they don't have a little obsession, there is no need to live.
"When he is exhausted, stab his forehead with cinnabar." Mu Qianyu said through a message.
Luo Wuxian nodded slightly: "Okay."
Daoxuan, who could be seen with the naked eye, slowly weakened. Beichen Ye saw Yuan Zhong's brutal knife drop, and immediately moved his fingers on the strings.
"Zheng!"
The space in front of Yuan Zhong suddenly opened up. Yuan Zhong, even as powerful as he was, did not dare to go deep and quickly flew back.
Beichenye stretched out a hand from the split space and pulled Daoxuan into the space. In just a blink of an eye, Daoxuan was pulled to his side by Beichenye and flew back to the city wall where Mu Qianyu was.
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At this time, Daoxuan had no strength at all, and other brothers and sisters also rushed up from the battlefield, a group of old people over a hundred years old with tears in their eyes.
They know that dying for the world is the fate of those who defend the Tao, but they still cannot bear to see their master die at the hands of others, and they do not want to recognize the fact that his master is about to pass away.
"Master..." everyone shouted in unison.
Daoxuan smiled and looked at the group of disciples with a very kind smile: "You have all grown up. In the future, you should correct the path and assist your junior brothers."
"Yes, the disciples will do their best to assist the junior brothers." The six senior brothers replied solemnly.
"Master, my disciple is incompetent. Do you have any last wishes?" Bei Chenye had tears in his eyes.
"How can I blame you? This is the duty I owe to my master." Daoxuan stretched out his wrinkled hand and patted Bei Chenye and said: "Master will not be able to see you get married while he is alive. I promised him to marry me."
Qianyu, live a good life and don't let others down."
He still remembered the scene when Mu Qianyu challenged the Taoist Master of the Taoist Temple in Xizhou. She said that she owed the Taoist Master of Xizhou a favor if she was cured. If he harmed her intentionally, the Taoist Temple would be wiped out with blood.
Not to mention how courageous this was, just the fact that he risked his life for him showed Mu Qianyu's intentions.
"That's for sure. Master, is there anything else you want to accomplish?" Bei Chenye asked guiltily.
The master actually cared about him even until his death.
"Me?" Daoxuan thought and looked towards the sky, bursting into tears. He had spent his whole life to protect the way of heaven, but at the end of the day, he didn't even think of a single thing he wanted to do.
He lived for this world and died for this world.
Looking at the peaceful mountains and rivers behind him, he suddenly felt that he had deserved his death.
After a moment, he closed his eyes quietly with a smile on his lips.
"Master." The disciples in the Taoist temple suddenly felt extremely sad.
Yuan Zhong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood in the air, saying coldly: "Is there any one of you who can defeat the righteous people? If this continues, you will not be able to defend the world."
Beichen Ye's eyes were filled with anger.
However, before he stood up, white clothes were flying on the White Deer Academy side. Yu Wenlin, who was injured before, stood up again.
His white hair was scattered and stained with traces of blood, and his originally childlike face had become extremely old, but when he stood there, he still looked upright and awe-inspiring.
"I'm still here!" Yu Wenlin's voice was hoarse, but extremely firm.
He watched Si Qingyun and Dao Xuan leave one after another, but there was no trace of sadness in his heart. Dying for the world is the fate of defenders, their fate, and his own.
Now that he is the only master of the three major forces, he naturally cannot live alone.
Yuan Zhong looked over in surprise: "Old man, your body's meridians are all broken, how can you still fight with me?"
"All the saints and disciples in the world are my strength." Yu Wenlin said, and coldly said to the people below: "Deans, please lend me the Spring and Autumn Annals. It depends on you whether you can stop the evil way."
There are many academies in the world, but there are not many academies that actually have imitation spring and autumn volumes, and there are only thirty in the entire Dongzhou world.
The dean of the academy below all knew that the Spring and Autumn Annals would never come back once they were released, but they still did not hesitate for a moment and said in unison: "I am here to take orders, dean, please take over."
All the spring and autumn books made of bamboo flew up, and as Yu Wenlin's aura surrounded Yu Wenlin's body, he now stood between heaven and earth, with clear eyes, like a true saint coming to the world.
After a while, twenty-nine bamboo spring and autumn volumes gathered around Yu Wenlin.
There are thirty academies in the world, one of which is the Donglin Academy of the Zhou Dynasty. Donglin Academy has two volumes of Spring and Autumn Annals, one is a jade Spring and Autumn Annals, and the other is an imitation Spring and Autumn Annals made of bamboo.
The jade one was enshrined in the academy, while the bamboo one was carried by Mu Qianyu to ward off evil spirits to her daughter.
What the demonic energy fears most is Haoran’s righteousness.
At this critical moment, Yu Wenlin did not want to pursue the true Spring and Autumn Volume that was far away near the capital of the Zhou Dynasty. He collected twenty-nine volumes and was ready to attack.
"Here." Mu Qianyu waved his hand, and anyone with eyesight in front of him could see that Daoxuan had already exhausted all his strength just after seriously injuring Yuan Zhong. Now that the two of them were entangled, one move was no longer as powerful as the other.
On the contrary, it was Yuan Zhong, although his face was pale due to injuries, but each blow was more fierce than the last, making it difficult to figure out his true strength.