"Qiang ...... Click...... Poof......" A sound of weapons intersecting sounded, a sword slashed on the dagger, and the dagger snapped and shattered; and as the owner of the dagger, Mei Ji suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time looked at the sharp blade that had stopped with some fear, and asked: "Sharp Blade, what do you mean by this? Do you want the battle of righteousness and demons to start now?" Although it was a question, but there was a trace of fear in his tone; although he and Sharp Blade were in the same realm, but from the battle just now, it could be seen that he was still too far behind.

The sharp blade also looked at Mei Ji with a slight anger, and said coldly: "Mei Ji, I want to ask what you are doing?

"Hmph......" Mei Ji snorted unconvinced: "Could it be that the Shushan faction produces such an uneducated girl?

"Hehe......" Sharp Blade smiled coldly and said: "Qing'er is the daughter of the head of the family, you seduced her husband in front of her, don't you allow her to fight back?

Mei Ji looked at the back of Lin Qing and Cangsheng leaving, and at the same time knew in her heart, no wonder she could sit next to the sharp blade, the sharp blade did not feel uncomfortable, it turned out to be the daughter and son-in-law of the head; ......at the same time, she also hated the two of them, why was she born in an ordinary family?

Back at the residence, Cangsheng once again began the healing journey, there is still a month before the Demon War, Cangsheng must do his best to restore himself to the best state, so as to achieve the purpose of training faster.

Time is like a white horse passing through a gap for monks, a month is coming in the blink of an eye, and the common people have stopped healing and appeared on the city tower;

When the sun was on the third pole, the city walls of the two roads of the righteous and demonic roads were already crowded with people, and behind the city wall, countless monks rubbed their fists and sharpened their palms, and they could subdue demons and eliminate demons openly after a while, and after killing each other, they could also collect the spoils of war justifiably, which made some of them feel excited.

Looking at the monks below, Cangsheng frowned slightly, these people's minds are obvious, can such a team win the battle? But think about it, this is a matter of the human race, what do you mix with? At the moment, I also learn from those masters, and the old god is looking at the battlefield.

"Kill ......" The sharp blade standing at the head of the city simply spoke, but his voice clearly reached the ears of everyone in the two realms of righteousness and demons.

"Kill......"

"Rush, ......"

All kinds of chaotic charges rang out, and the monks behind the walls of the righteous path scrambled over the walls and rushed towards the battlefield.

The behavior of these people is divided into three types: one is to run to a fixed place as soon as they go out, obviously these are people who are cautious, and the place they are running to is the place where they do not get out of the formation; the other is the direct type, obviously with the heart of first come, first served, playing the autumn wind, and grabbing the first place; and the last type is a slow advance, neither falling behind, but also not rushing forward.

Looking at these three kinds of people, Cangsheng shook his head slightly in his heart, war is not a child's play, it is so chaotic, without any cooperation, it is completely a rabble.

"Rushing to the ......" At this time, there were also monks on the side of the Demon Dao who flew out of the city wall, but although they were dressed differently, the formation was still barely neat and orderly, and their slogans were completely one, obviously invisibly, the monks of the righteous path felt a trace of depression.

In the face of the orderly march of the Demon Dao army, those who rushed in front of the righteous path slowly slowed down, after all, they were just hot-headed and wanted to fight the autumn wind, once they threatened their lives, they still quickly sobered up.

In the face of the offensive of the righteous path, the people of the demon path were full of joy, and since more than ten years ago, the demon path began to spread the idea of militarization; before this time, these people could not afford to look down on it at all, after all, in the face of absolute strength, all schemes are ineffective, and how can the monk who was high above last night put down his body and go to learn to fight with mortals? Now it seems that this is really effective; at present, the originally perfunctory monks have begun to become regular, and the originally barely neat formation has also become decent.

"This ......" Seeing the demon path on the other side, the blade wrinkled every day, and at the same time, a bad premonition appeared in his heart.

"Killing ......" is a short-handed battle, and the monks of the two realms of righteousness and demons finally meet in a narrow way.

The flames of war spread, and people like Mengqin Lin Qing who had never seen people fighting and killing were churning in their stomachs; countless stumps and broken arms were flying sideways on the battlefield, and the originally clear sky had also become gray due to the influence of many mana.

"Ah......" A corpse that had been bombarded by a magic weapon fell on the city tower, and many monks who had been churning in their stomachs jumped away in shock; this person had no breath on his body, because the monks in the first battle had three third-rate nine sects, so these people could not judge whether the deceased was a demon at all; but regardless of the right demon, they got only one result, that is, a sharp blade waved a ball of flame, burning him into ashes.

At this time, on the battlefield, the situation was already one-sided, and the righteous monks were not fools, in the face of the enemy's attack, everyone rushed to flee back to the city wall;

The defeat was like a mountain, and with the front fleeing, the monks behind certainly did not wait stupidly to die, and suddenly a wave of fleeing appeared among the monks of the righteous path.

"Alas......" helplessly slammed the city wall in front of him, the sharp blade seemed to be much older; the first battle, I didn't expect the righteous path to be the end of the rout, as the highest spokesman at this time, the sharp blade was full of mixed feelings in his heart; the defeat in the first battle was definitely a big blow to the momentum of the righteous path.

The righteous monks on the city wall, at this time, their faces are no better than those of sharp blades, and if they can stand on the city wall, then it means that their sect status is not ordinary;

"Look...... What is that?" At this moment, a disciple shouted, and everyone looked towards the battlefield, only to see more than a dozen treasures flying out of the Demon Dao, and they fell into the position with the largest group of more than a dozen people in the Righteous Path.

"It's not good...... Seeing these treasures, the sharp blade couldn't help but snort softly, and then shouted to the monks below: "All the monks retreat quickly, don't be greedy for magic weapons." ”

"Hum......" The sharp blade didn't say that it was okay, but at this opening, the monks who had fled quickly turned their heads to look, and when they saw the masterless magic weapons, everyone's eyes turned red.

They themselves have a low status, they don't have any good magic weapons at all, and the treasure-level magic weapons thrown on the opposite side may not be attractive in the eyes of the disciples of the Great Gate Sect, but for them, they are fatal.

Nine out of ten monks couldn't resist the temptation to rush straight to the treasure, and only some monks who were still sober withdrew in a hurry.

"Boom...... Boom ......" The sound of explosions sounded, and the monks of the righteous path attacked their fellow disciples one after another under the temptation of the treasure weapon.

"Ah...... Ah......h

When these people were inseparable, they didn't realize at all that they and the others had been surrounded by the scattered march of the Demon Dao, and the monks who fled back were not in the mood to go back to recover their injuries, looking at those monks who were surrounded and unaware, they felt slightly glad in their hearts, fortunately they were not carried away by temptation.

When the victor took the magic weapon in his hand, he suddenly found that he was surrounded by the demon monks, and finally turned into a puddle of flesh under the combined blow of the demon monks.

One of these Demon Dao monks, who was a little more advanced, picked up the treasure weapon, looked at the battle around him that was nearing the end, and said lightly: "Withdraw ......" Then this group of demon monks retreated towards the Demon Dao in an orderly manner.

It didn't take long for the battlefield to regain tranquility again, with only tens of thousands of stumps and severed arms on the ground, telling the story of the great battle just now......