Since I can't leave, then I won't leave.
This was the decision made by Ning Fengchen.
A very calm and powerful decision.
The goal of the war changed quietly and smoothly at this time.
Now, the sword cultivators have only one goal.
Break through these numerous demon armies and kill the Demon Lord Dongqi.
If they can achieve this goal, even if they all die here, they will have given an account of the swords in their hands.
This is destined to be a bloody and thrilling war.
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Ning Fengchen's body was covered in blood, and one could imagine how thrilling and bloody the previous battle was.
There was no expression on his face.
A moment later, several more sword cultivators from the Sword Sect fell beside Ning Fengchen.
Thus, out of the nearly eight hundred sword cultivators of the Sword Sect, only Ning Fengchen and Jian Huang were left.
But they finally made it through the massive demon army.
With sudden and unexpected force.
Jian Huang looked at the Dongqi Demon Lord who was not far in front of him, with a look full of sarcasm and ferocity, and suddenly asked: "Master Ning Feng, if we can't kill this beast today, will it be considered as unworthy of their sacrifice?"
"Yes," Ning Fengchen took a step forward, "So, he must die today."
Because sword practitioners never let down their comrades.
Before Jian Huang could react, he only heard the sound of wind.
Then Ning Fengchen flew lightly and went straight towards Demon Lord Dongqi.
He had to go through this final stretch alone.
Ning Fengchen's expression was serene from beginning to end, as if the powerful Demon Lord Dongqi and the countless demon soldiers blocking his way were just ants that he could easily crush to death.
He continued to swing his sword, cutting away the demon cultivators who were blocking his way.
A pot of wine was wielded silently, like an awakened peerless evil demon, cruel, bloodthirsty and powerful, tirelessly devouring the lives of the demon cultivators.
Ning Fengchen's movements were quick and decisive, without a single bit of redundancy.
Wherever the sword went, it would hit the demon cultivators' fatal parts such as their brows, hearts, necks, etc.
It's like a gorgeous waltz of sharp blades.
The atmosphere of heaven and earth suddenly became turbulent and restless.
The further they went, the stronger the resistance from the demon cultivators became.
But at the same time, Ning Fengchen's sword-swinging frequency became higher and higher, his speed became faster and faster, and his murderous intent became more and more fierce.
"A pot of wine" fell and rose quickly, so fast that it could not be seen with the naked eye, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.
The slightly cold and sinister demonic energy brushed past the sword of "A Pot of Wine", causing a sharp sound of wind.
The sword edge turned into a line as hard as iron and as cold as frost.
A line that breaks the tide.
The demon cultivator of the demon clan rushed forward desperately, and the rolling demonic energy almost submerged his figure.
Ning Fengchen raised the corners of his lips slightly, and continued forward with a faint smile.
He was very fast, as fast as a demon.
No matter whether it was the sharp magic soldiers, the powerful combat methods, or the ever-changing bodies of gods and demons, none of them could cause any harm to Ning Fengchen, and they couldn't even slow down his speed.
Ning Fengchen's body seemed to have merged into one with the sword in his hand, and he easily pierced through the defense line formed by the demon cultivators.
Wherever the sword reached, those powerful demons who were exerting their full strength to display their divine and demonic bodies and possessing mighty demonic power were like chicken eggs hit by a stone, flying everywhere and falling downwards.
In just a moment, Ning Fengchen had crossed the last stretch of distance.
Demon Lord Dongqi, who was standing in the center of the army, still had a grim look on his face.
As early as when Ning Fengchen led the remaining 300 sword cultivators to advance instead of retreat, he saw Ning Feng's plan.
However, Demon Lord Dongqi looked at Ning Fengchen who was so close to him and knew clearly the purpose of his visit, but his expression did not show any panic.
On the contrary, he even raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a smile with ambiguous meaning, just like Ning Fengchen did before.
Then, a thick demonic energy surged out of Demon Lord Dongqi, covering his body and face, making it dark.
No one could see that in the demonic energy, his body was gradually becoming illusory.
Only his cold eyes were so gloomy.
Demon Lord Dongqi looked at Ning Fengchen who was rushing towards him and took a deep breath.
"Don't! Overestimate! Your! Strength!"
Then, he punched out with a fist as big as a mountain.
As soon as the punch was thrown, in the blink of an eye, no less than a hundred tall figures of Dongqi Demon Lords appeared between the two of them.
Although the postures are slightly different, they are both punching with the momentum of rushing forward like thunder.
Ning Fengchen, who was determined to win, faced off against the first Dongqi Demon Lord.
With a clang sound.
His fist is as hard as metal and stone, with infinite power.
Ning Fengchen was beaten back for the first time and retreated a dozen feet.
The figure of Demon Lord Dongqi appeared continuously.
The second Demon Lord Dongqi took over.
Ning Fengchen retreated two feet for the second time.
It's like a relay, constantly progressing.
The third time, three feet.
The fourth time, four feet.
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This continued to repeat, and the Dongqi Demon Lord became more and more courageous, and his figures became more and more numerous.
Soon, the line connecting him and Ning Fengchen was filled with his figure, as if it was Monkey King's art of splitting himself into two by blowing away a hair.
Ning Fengchen had no choice but to retreat again and again.
At the same time, blood oozed from his body.
Finally, the fists of Demon Lord Dongqi were like a pair of sledgehammers, smashing on Ning Fengchen's "pot of wine", making a loud noise like beating a drum, and finally knocking Ning Fengchen away completely.
Ning Fengchen flew backwards, staggering. Sword energy grew under his feet and hooked into the space to hinder his retreat.
After Ning Fengchen managed to stabilize himself, the Dongqi Demon Lord, who had been silent until this moment, looked at him and said calmly: "As expected of a sword cultivator from the Sword Sect who is known for being invincible. Even in this desperate situation, he can still pose a slight threat to me."
He spoke to Ning Fengchen with the attitude of a complete winner, "Your Sword Sect has been the number one Dao Sect for ten thousand years, and your arrogance is known to the world. Now, all of this has turned into the power to destroy your Sword Sect, which can be regarded as what you deserve."
If the Sword Sect's sword cultivators were not so arrogant, how could they dare to lead half of the sect on an expedition to the west?
How dare we carry out this mission of one man blocking the pass and ten thousand men unable to break through with only 700 men?
Before, their arrogance brought countless glory to the Sword Sect.
Now, their pride will bring them death.
"Destroy the Sword Sect?" Ning Fengchen, who had just fought with a defeated look and seemed to have no power to fight back, suddenly laughed and looked at Dongqi Demon Lord and said with emotion: "You demons overestimate yourselves."
"Even if we all die in this battle, the Sword Sect will not perish. We still have the Qingyun Sword Immortal, Xia Daoyun, Yu Canghai, Xue Wushao, Young Sect Leader Lu Qingshan, and hundreds of others..."
"Besides, I believe that your sacrifice in this battle will be a hundred or a thousand times more tragic than ours."
Demon Lord Dongqi's expression turned somewhat gloomy.
In order to wipe out these more than 700 sword cultivators, they indeed paid a heavy price that others could hardly imagine, so heavy that it was unimaginable that there were only more than 700 people blocking the way, not 70,000 people.
After that day's battle, although the terrifying sword cultivators had almost all died, the casualties of the demon clan were hundreds and thousands of times that of the enemy.
Only the demons who do not value the lives of their subordinates can accept such a tragic victory.
"I don't deny what you said, but I have to tell you with regret that this sacrifice is nothing more than a drop in the bucket for us demons."
"And no matter what, you lost this battle in the end."
"Defeated?" Ning Fengchen was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, "Indeed, I lost."
"But it was only a temporary defeat..."
Finally, Ning Fengchen said to Demon Lord Dongqi: "Also, not only you demons overestimate yourselves, you also overestimate yourself."
"Let's go..." He muttered to his sword in a low voice.
"A pot of wine" is in tune with human spirit, and its momentum is as fast as a rolling thunder, so much so that it engulfs a long rainbow composed of black evil energy.
As soon as the sword came out, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.
But at this moment, the world was in turmoil.
Ning Fengchen did not wipe the blood off his face. In fact, during the fight with Demon Lord Dongqi just now, his body under his robe had already been covered in blood.
At this moment, blood flowed out from the pores all over his body, passed through his eyes, and flowed down in twists and turns.
Ning Fengchen just ignored it.
He finally delivered his last sword.
First, I heard continuous thunder between heaven and earth, and then I saw a sword energy tearing the sky apart with a thin line of force.
This is Ning Fengchen's pinnacle sword move. The first half of the sword gathers the essence of his killing skills. It is a true art and a heavy skill.
The second half of the sword is to integrate the sword intent into the heaven and earth, merge it with the mountains and rivers, and finally mobilize the power of heaven and earth, emphasizing the intent.
The combination of these two skills and the fusion of their intentions resulted in this sword strike that clearly crossed the threshold of the Eight Realms, but was just one step away from truly reaching the level of a Sword Immortal.
I don’t know how to judge.
Ning Fengchen did not name this sword.
Because before this, this sword had never appeared in the world.
After this sword strike, he was "bankrupt", with nothing left in his pocket, and he brought nothing with him when he was born and he will take nothing with him when he dies.
So, he didn't even have time to choose a name.
Ning Fengchen just looked down at the land beneath his feet, his eyes sweeping across the continuous undulating mountains.
Finally, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
These mountains and rivers are like wine.
Respectable and gentle.
"I can still smash you to death, you old bastard!" Ning Fengchen shouted angrily for no reason and pressed his hands down.
The majestic energy pours out from top to bottom.
A huge sword that could split mountains appeared from it, as if it was hanging from the sky.
It’s like there’s a god above your head.
Without exception, the demon cultivators around felt an irresistible push and retreated rapidly and uncontrollably.
The world was divided into two parts by the mountain-splitting sword.
The dark clouds were drawn away, forming a black sword as thick as a mountain, unprecedented and unparalleled.
The tip of the sword came down directly at the Demon Lord Dongqi.
Demon Lord Dongqi had nowhere to hide and could only punch out straight ahead.
The giant sword suddenly stopped ten feet away from his fist, exploding into a firework that continued to dissipate.
The fireworks produced by the collision between the giant sword and the fist seemed to have no end and kept colliding.
Although the giant sword is huge, it is ultimately limited and is constantly being damaged and shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Demon Lord Dongqi remained motionless, and it seemed that the sword could do nothing to him.
But at this moment, the real murderous intent broke out.
Countless slender but sharp sword auras hidden in the black giant sword shot out like flowers scattered by a fairy or pear blossoms in a rainstorm.
There is only one goal from beginning to end.
Demon Lord Dongqi.
There are countless peaks between heaven and earth.
Ning Fengchen had countless sword energies, with the tips of his swords pointing at Demon Lord Dongqi at the same time, some straight and some tilted, all of which matched the terrain of the mountain.
The fusion of sharp sword power and majestic mountain momentum.
The waves were raging and the earth was shaking.
The tide poured down from the sky.
The demon cultivators were so frightened that their hearts and livers were about to burst, and they dared not look directly at the sword energy that filled the sky.
Jian Huang behind Ning Fengchen sighed heavily.
He knew that this was Ning Fengchen's best sword move, but also his last.
He should have been heartbroken, but as a sword cultivator, he was proud of Ning Fengchen.
If I could have such a sword in my lifetime, it would be a great reward for my sword practice.
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Demon Lord Dongqi's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and he roared angrily and rushed forward head-on.
The sword energy dissipated one by one.
A hole was torn in the body of Demon Lord Dongqi.
Then there were two holes, three holes...
Countless holes.
Flesh and blood were blurred, and scarlet blood exploded.
A fist-sized wound appeared on the heart of Demon Lord Dongqi.
Even though this Demon Lord has an unparalleled physique, not inferior to the human Martial Emperor, he still cannot be cured.
There was a sword intent running rampant in the wound, and the scene was strange.
Born suddenly, died suddenly.
But along with the sword intent, the life of Demon Lord Dongqi also disappeared.
His eyes widened in astonishment.
At some point, Ning Fengchen had arrived in front of him.
A pot of wine was held in Ning Fengchen's hand, and it flowed into his head.
Then it was never pulled out again.
Because the owner of the sword had closed his eyes with a smile.
The same is true for Demon Lord Dongqi.
The two were connected by a sword, just hanging quietly in the air.
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Ning Fengchen, the master of Wangu Peak, died at the beginning of the eighth year of Tianyuan.
This was the first main peak master of the Sword Sect to fall in this magnificent war.
Before he died, he killed Demon Lord Dongqi, who was second only to the other two demons of the Heart Demon Clan but more powerful than ten thousand others.
Died heroically.
Yes, Demon Lord Dongqi is actually just a split soul.
But it is also the most powerful of Dongqi’s three souls, otherwise he would not be able to become the third person in the Wujian Realm.
The sacrifice of such a powerful soul is an indescribable huge loss even for the powerful Heart Demon Clan.
This laid an extremely important foundation for the victory in the battle between Zhongling Dao and Demon.
Perhaps future generations may not remember the contributions Ning Fengchen made before the victory, but will only remember the war that ultimately led to victory.
But Ning Fengchen doesn't care about these.
Success may not depend on me, but I must be part of it.
Defeated at the moment.
The second half of his sentence he didn't say was...
The contribution will last for generations.
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Jian Huang's figure was staggering.
At this point, he was the only swordsman left in the Sword Sect of Niujiao City .
He was exhausted, but he refused to fall down.
There is nothing to be sad about when a swordsman dies in a war with demons.
Jian Huang did not care about his life.
However, he wanted to bring back the natal swords of the seven hundred Sword Sect disciples who died in Niujiao City to the Eastern Region.
Since he is the only swordsman left in the Sword Sect, this is his responsibility.
Fallen leaves return to their roots.
Since we can't take the people back, we should at least take the sword back, right?