Not far away, the seemingly inhumane "massacre" continues.

Pan Geng's head is like an infinitely repeated rice, it grows out quickly after being cut, and the severed head quickly turns into fly ash after it grows, but the purple-black blood that gushes out does not disappear, almost forming a quagmire, which looks unusually disgusting.

Although he was suppressed and had no power to fight back, his axe was successfully held in his hand, and after being resurrected, he no longer roared blindly. His mind had grown greatly in this baptism of death, and with each resurrection, he tried to block a sword from Xiao Wou-Ki and rushed over to crush him.

Although it didn't succeed every time, they were able to advance a little bit each time, and as a result, the distance between the two gradually decreased.

Judging from the current situation, the victory or defeat will be separated from the high-end combat power of both sides, and the demon soldiers and ghost soldiers at the bottom will become idle.

However, this is not to say that the combat power at the bottom is useless. The more subtle it is, the more it can affect the outcome of a war. For example, if the Scorched Hell Ghost Soldiers die, those few big people who control the real world will have no scruples and can go all out to deal with Rakshasas;

And the ghost soldiers of Scorched Prison are dead, that is, Scorched Prison lost the war, and the initiative is held in the real realm, even if the high-end combat power cannot overturn Scorched Hell, it can be driven back to its lair.

In fact, the alliance has not yet developed a way to break the "positive and negative coincidence".

......

Zhao Yun's gaze followed Xiao Wuji's movements, and he didn't even have time to care about Su Fu in the distance.

It's not that he's more nervous about Xiao Wuji, it's that Xiao Wuji isn't in a good state at the moment, and he has to stay here just in case.

If you want to suppress the Great Grandmaster, you need at least two tribulations of cultivation or more, but Xiao Wuji hasn't even survived the small heavenly tribulation. His cultivation is difficult to define by the system of the True Realm, and he may be close to the Great Grandmaster, or he may already be a Great Grandmaster.

The strength of an ordinary Grand Master is judged by the degree of perfection of the Grandmaster's domain. Now that the tidal catastrophe is falling today, the great grandmasters dare not expand the legal domain, and they are tied up with the ghost generals, which is very uncomfortable.

Therefore, there is one fact that is certain that Xiao Wuji's aura is not much more than those great grandmasters. But he didn't know how many times Edgeworth had lasted.

Don't look at the sword killing is just a simple action, but to fly the sword according to the designated trajectory, the aura consumed is not a lot, and it is not the same as a simple sword flight, and to cut off the head of a ghost general of Pan Geng's level, the sword intent to be attached to it has reached a terrifying number.

Su Fu's "Let's listen to the sword chanting" can kill Wu Ding, but it may not be able to kill Pan Geng. The aura required for the seven turns of sword intent is already very large, and Su Fu can only afford it if he has a demon body.

Xiao Wuji has nothing, but he can cut it again and again, like cutting cabbage, and he has to grasp the weakness of the other party again and again, mentally, it is undoubtedly a heavy load, as long as you think about it a little, you can understand that this is really too difficult and too difficult.

The demon soldiers in the field, only Zhao Yun could see the subtlety, this was an unimaginable realm, and he had never heard of it.

Of course, what he was worried about was not Xiao Wuji's life or death, but Xiao Wuji's death here would make Su Fu do something crazy.

......

At this time, Xiao Wuji, as he was worried, seemed to be so strong, but in fact he had reached the limit. Even in the minds of the disciples of Jian Zhai, no matter how mythical their senior brother was, it was impossible for him to violate the laws of nature.

For example, if a hundred pieces of spiritual jade take eighty, and twenty pieces are left, this is absolute; the spiritual jade here does not refer to Xiao Wuji's aura, but his "spirit spirit", which can only be detected at a relatively microscopic level, and the consumption of spiritual energy is secondary.

What will happen if the spirit is exhausted? You can imagine the feeling of a mortal who has not slept for three days and three nights.

At this moment, Xiao Wuji was like a mortal who had not slept for three days and three nights. He repeats the same thing mechanically, but his thoughts drift like fallen leaves in the wind to far, far away.

"I taught you to swing a sword like this?" In his limited childhood memories, Gu Qingyun often put on an unusually stern face, "Meticulous, no difference, you have to do this level to be worthy of sword cultivation!"

said that it is limited, because he has been staying in Jianzhai since he was sensible. He had traveled to all the places that could be walked in the Eighteen Peaks of Yanfu, and every inch of land was as familiar as if he had tamped it with his own hands. Nothing else. However, the monotonous colors are not all boring, at least for him, it is a memory to cherish.

"Wrong! Wrong! Again...... It's wrong again......"

Sometimes, Gu Qingyun would become bitter and mean when he continued to make mistakes: "Why didn't your father and mother strangle you when you were born? After giving birth to such a stupid nerd as you, you must not be able to hold your head up in front of your neighbors, right? A pig is smarter than you, and he can't even do such a simple swing of the sword, what else can you do?"

After a long time, he knew that Gu Qingyun had become bitter and mean because that day was the day he had survived the Forty-Nine Tribulations, and it was also the anniversary of his loss of precious sword intent.

Man will only suffer more when he loses his most precious things.

Xiao Wuji never complained again, and did his best until he was satisfied.

Until one day, Gu Qingyun said to him: "It's okay, you go to the outside world to have a look." ”

"Master?" he stopped swinging his sword, bewildered.

"Don't call me master, I won't be your master. Gu Qingyun said, "But you can be my apprentice." ”

On that day, Xiao Wuji moved the world.

After returning, the entire True Realm left behind his legend, the head of the five strongest heroes in the world, and no one dared to be his leader. But since then, he has lived in seclusion and gradually faded out of the real world.

The day he came back was the "Anniversary", but Gu Qingyun didn't scold, his expression was very complicated: "I have nothing to teach you anymore, don't take those words you said before." ”

"The disciple didn't dare. Xiao Wuji said.

"When you're sure, go for it. Gu Qingyun said.

His tone was also complicated, and he walked away after speaking. Perhaps, Xiao Wouji's growth made him happy, as if he saw himself back then, and perhaps, there was a little guilt.

There is no doubt that the "tribulation" he is talking about is the "Forty-Nine Tribulations", nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine tribulations, so it is called the Forty-Nine Tribulations.

He personally pushed Xiao Wuji onto a point of no return.