In the gloomy and gloomy sky, Ling Xian slashed at great speed, like an arrow, like a meteor.
The snow wings had already burned, like a big fireball, illuminating the heavens.
It is conceivable how fast he is at the moment, and he is definitely galloping.
There was no way, although Ling Xian didn't know how far the situation had been, it was conceivable that the Nine Great Battlefields must be extremely critical.
Therefore, he frantically vibrated the Nine Heavens Divine Wings and flew towards Qingyun Stream.
It is one of the top ten battlefields, the closest to the Red River Valley, and is naturally the first choice.
"Hopefully, I can arrive in time," Ling Xian muttered, his eyes full of determination, or determination.
He knew very well what it meant to be there, and he was likely to die there, but he didn't want to run away.
If the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon was allowed to occupy the Xuanwu Continent, it would not only be miserable for him, but the entire universe would probably fall into a crisis.
Therefore, Ling Xian strengthened his belief and did not regret his death.
I saw a river of blood flowing below, a mountain of corpses and bones, and everything I saw was red.
It's so tragic, there are stumps and broken arms everywhere, it's really like Shura hell, terrifying to the extreme.
The strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of corpses, pungent and disgusting, Rao Yi Ling Xian's heart, his stomach was also churning.
However, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just that there are no people in the demon gate below, and some are just coalition forces.
Although those people were all covered in wounds, and the number was pitiful, only a few dozen, it meant that Qingyunjian was not lost.
At that moment, Ling Xian fell to the ground, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
It was a gaze that was calm to the extreme, as if it had seen through death, and the calm was terrible.
"Friend, or enemy" A man in blood said, staring at Ling Xian with indifferent eyes, deep and cold.
"If the blood on your body is shed to protect the mainland, then we are friends."
Ling Xian responded in a deep voice, his words sonorous and loud.
He had never known the blood-clothed man in his life, and he didn't know anyone here, but his bloody fight against them deserved to be called his friend.
"Friend" The man smiled, and with the blood stain on his face, he looked eerie and terrifying.
But in Ling Xian's eyes, this was the most beautiful smile, the gentlest smile.
However, at this moment, it is clear that this is not the time for small talk, and the top priority is to understand the situation here and on other battlefields.
At that moment, Ling Xian asked in a deep voice, "I want to know the situation in Qingyunjian, and I ask Daoist friends to tell me." ” "What you see is the situation."
The man replied, pointing to the corpse on the ground, and then to the living.
"What you mean is that you have completely annihilated the people in the Demon Gate, and those who are still standing at the moment are the remaining people of the coalition army" Ling Xian frowned.
"Clever."
The man exclaimed.
However, instead of joy, Ling Xian fell into grief.
The total annihilation of the Demon Gate sounds like a big victory, and it is worth celebrating.
However, let's not forget the price paid by the coalition forces.
He didn't know how many coalition troops there were in Qingyunjian, but he knew that it would never be less than 100,000 soldiers in the Red River Valley.
However, at this moment, there were only a few dozen people left, and even the seventh realm power, only the man in blood was left.
How tragic this was, how could Ling Xian be happy "Brutal war."
Ling Xian sighed and said, "Anyway, in the end, it was the coalition forces that won. ” "It's ironic to win."
The man in blood laughed at himself and said, "Qingyunjian is indeed defended, but five of the other eight battlefields have been lost. ” "What's going on, please tell you in detail."
Ling Xian frowned.
"Seven days ago, a great war broke out, and one hundred and eight Ming Dao Realm powerhouses of the Demon Gate launched a general attack on the nine major battlefields."
"And the coalition army, there are only ninety-three Seventh Realm cultivators in total."
"I don't know the specific situation of the other battlefields, I only know that there are thirteen Demon Gate Elders in Qingyunjian, and on the side of the coalition army, there are only nine people."
"Therefore, at the beginning of the battle, there was a one-sided trend, but at the moment of crisis, reinforcements from the three major forces of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, the Mercenary Alliance, and the Refining Alliance arrived."
"As you can see, Qingyunjian was held, but the only people who survived were me, a Ming Dao Realm monk, and dozens of them."
The blood-clothed man spoke indifferently, as if he was telling about something that had nothing to do with him, but anyone could hear the sadness in his tone.
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"What about the other eight battlefields," Ling Xian frowned.
"Won three, lost five."
The blood-clothed man looked calm and said, "Needless to say, the five that were lost, all the people in the coalition army were killed in battle, and the three who won also suffered heavy losses like Qingyunjian." ” Hearing this, Ling Xian fell silent, although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could imagine how tragic it must have been.
"After this battle, the vitality of the major forces has been greatly damaged, and all the Ming Dao Realm powerhouses together are no more than ten."
The blood-clothed man's complexion finally changed, with bitterness and despair.
There was no way for him not to despair, there were less than ten Ming Dao Realm cultivators left, how could he possibly resist the Demon Gate "Over there, it should be about the same."
Ling Xian was silent for a moment.
The current situation is that the coalition forces and the Demon Gate each have five battlefields, and the losses of the strong should be about the same.
In other words, there is no win or defeat in this battle, and it is still maintained in a state of equilibrium.
The next thing to look at is the foundation of both sides, who has more hole cards, who is the winner.
"I don't know, or rather, I'm not sure."
"The Demon Gate is too weird, according to the spies lurking in the Demon Gate, there are only thirty Ming Dao Realm monks at most in the Demon Gate."
"So at the beginning, the major forces didn't take the demon gate to heart."
"I didn't expect that so many Ming Dao Realm powerhouses would suddenly appear, and until now, the major forces can't find out the origin of those people."
The man in blood laughed miserably, holding out no hope.
"Can you describe those people" Ling Xian frowned, suspecting that those people were extraterritorial heavenly demons.
"It's no different from a human being, the only difference, how to put it, it's a hard feeling to describe."
The man in blood frowned, thought hard for a long time, and couldn't think of a suitable adjective.
Seeing this, Ling Xian did not feel embarrassed for this person, and comforted: "Forget it, take care of your injuries, the war is not over yet." ” "Yes, unfinished wars, endless bloodshed."
The blood-clothed man sighed, and suddenly coughed violently, and without coughing, he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Poisoned" Ling Xian's face changed slightly, and a wisp of Burning Evil Flame popped out from his fingers, dissolving the toxins in the man's body.
However, it didn't work.
This poison was extremely powerful, and in the face of the Burning Evil Divine Flame of the Ten Thousand Poison Buster, not only did not retreat, but pounced.
Suddenly, the flames shrank, turning from a wisp to a flame.
This made Ling Xian shake, the Burning Evil God Flame was the nemesis of ten thousand poisons, even in a highly poisonous place like the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, it couldn't fight against this fire.
However, this toxin eliminated the Burning Evil God Flame, although it was only a wisp, but it was also quite incredible.
"What a domineering toxin" Ling Xian's expression became solemn, and a divine flame rose in his palm, hitting the man's body
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