After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 66 It's All About the World

Liu Xubai disappeared, and the Sword Forging Pool also disappeared.

Yan Chang'an stood on this land, the noise almost pierced his head.

Human stumps and arms were under his feet, and the strong smell of blood stimulated his brain. Yan Changan looked up at the demonic energy in the sky, but he couldn't see the sky, he couldn't see hope, and he only felt a roar in his mind.

Countless people passed through him, their hasty footsteps stepped on the blood everywhere, and the splashed blood stained the clothes and cheeks of passers-by.

The severed limb was chopped off, Yan Changan heard a scream, a scarlet arm passed through his chest, and fell into the bloody ground.

Yan Chang'an was obviously not under any attack, but he was still unable to stand still due to the impact of the severed limb, and his eyelashes trembled.

He was born in a peaceful age, and he had been trained a lot as a child, and he had also subdued and eliminated demons after he became a teacher, but he had never seen a real battlefield.

The demon clan slaughtered human beings, blood and flesh flew everywhere, cruel and bloody, the demons who transformed into demons and the demons who entered the human race fought each other, and hundreds of families of immortals gathered here to kill demons in array.

Ordinary people with no self-cultivation took weapons and rushed into the enemy camp like suicide. One wounded was one, and one killed was one. When the former fell, the latter would make up for it. No magic, but thousands of people can always hurt one, maybe kill one.

The monks rushed to kill the enemy, set up a siege, trying to protect the desperate mortals behind them.

"Stand back!" The cultivator used his sword to block the deadly long sword for mortals, and was pierced through the heart the next moment, his pupils trembled, and before he slackened, he was still shouting "Stand back".

The mortal who was protected by him gritted his teeth and got away, his pupils dilated in an instant, and desperately pushed away the monk who was facing away from him in front of him, using his mortal body to block the raging demonic energy.

"But this world—" the fallen mortal tilted his head to reject the monk's elixir, "It belongs to the people of the world, so how dare we ask immortals to die for us..."

"It's useless for me to live..."

The mortal who also refused to take the medicine held the hole in his abdomen, "Leave it to the immortal..."

"Arrangement!"

"Fire arrows!"

"kill--"

The monk's eyes were red, his heart was broken, and he wanted to move forward with his last breath.

"Chaobai—"

Yan Chang'an followed the reputation and saw the old man's heart was pierced by the Demon Venerable with his bare hands.

"My human race—" the blood of the old man dripped down the demon's fingertips, "how can I let others slaughter me!"

Mozun threw down the breathless old man, gathered the devilish energy in his hands, and pointed at the two people standing opposite him.

Yan Changan unconsciously took a few steps forward.

Opposite Chaobai, a man and a woman stood side by side. Yan Chang'an was familiar with these two people, Huaqiu and Sui Yue, the master of Tianyunmen.

The old man just now——

Yan Changan's pupils dilated slightly, and he should be the suzerain of the Shanghua Sect who died in the Battle of Lianzhou 600 years ago.

The demons invaded, and the suzerains of the three great immortal sects confronted Chaobai directly.

This place is the biggest battlefield in the hundreds of years of fighting between humans and devils, Lianzhou.

"Out of control."

Chao Bai taunted, his whole body filled with demonic energy, he looked arrogantly at the two who were also injured, "You can't kill me."

Bright red blood flowed from his chest, but he himself didn't care at all, and pointed the magic sword in his hand at Huaqiu and Suiyue: "Even if you two go together, you will only end up dead, why bother to protect this group of people who are like ants?" Why don't you just catch me without a fight? This deity will give preferential treatment to your two immortal sects."

It was Hua Qiu and Sui Yue's swords that answered him.

Chaobai held his sword horizontally to resist.

Change moves with the moon: "So what if we die? My human race is endless, even if it is thousands of years, there will be people like us, stabbing you with swords, until the last one."

"You said mortals are like ants?" Sui Yue was forced to bleed out by Chao Bai's moves, and Hua Qiu was split open again by Chao Bai's sword energy.

Sui Yue sneered: "But this world is the world of mortals, how can you invade it?"

Chao Bai's devilish energy surged, and he looked at the two people opposite him coldly: "You really won't surrender?"

Huaqiu raised his sword and made a move, grinning and showing his white teeth: "It's a pity, fighting to the death is fine, surrendering, forget it."

Chaobai sneered, drew his sword and went towards Huaqiu.

The one that touched Hua Qiu's magic sword before his neck was a long sword that was much more delicate than his Fu Zhu.

However, this long sword received his attack head-on, and even the person holding the sword was still standing in front of him.

Chaobai had been entangled with the suzerains of the three great immortal sects for many days, and suffered major and minor injuries on his body, but now he was directly forced to take half a step back by this man.

He glanced at the name on the man's sword hilt with great interest, and chuckled: "I know you, Liu Xubai. I heard that some time ago, all the flowers, plants and trees on Cangyuan Mountain withered, and birds and beasts fled like dead mountains. Yes, is this fairy sword in your hand?"

He held Fu Zhu across his chest: "Today, let me see if it is the... Immortal Sword Kuai in your hand, and I also said that Fu Zhu Kuai is in my hands."

Liu Xubai spewed out a mouthful of blood from his sword energy, coldly pulled the corner of his mouth: "The name of the sword is unlucky, and you are also unlucky."

The two raised their eyebrows, showing their killing intent, and raised their swords to face each other.

Huaqiu and Suiyue couldn't even intervene, the two of them have seen the power of the fairy sword in Liu Xubai's hand during this period of time, they didn't say any more at this moment, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and quickly turned around and threw themselves into the battlefield below middle.

Liu Xubai and Chaobai fought until the sky was dark, the devil energy covered the clouds and the sun, every time Liu Xubai swung his sword, he could feel a steady stream of power emerging from his right hand holding the sword.

This unprecedented power made him excited, his eyes were red, his eyes were almost tearing apart, and he tried his best in every pose.

His lips quivered, as if he had said something, which quickly dissipated in the wind, drowned by the screams and roars on the battlefield.

Yan Chang'an could hear his voice clearly.

He said "die".

Liu Xubai has no way out, he has planned for 20 years, painstakingly, sacrificed his lover, forged a fairy sword, countless people put their hopes on him, he has no way out.

In this battle, either Chao Bai died, or he and Chao Bai died together.

Yan Chang'an didn't know how long it had been, when mournful weeping came from behind him, he followed the sound and saw a mortal lying in a pool of blood, his body was mutilated with blood, and the blood kept pouring out from the hole on his body, his tattered clothes were almost the same as The sea of ​​blood under his body merged into one, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly: "Go home... take me back, Lingzhou, bury..."

His companion threw himself on him and cried bitterly. He lost an arm, and tried to cover the hole in the man's chest with his right hand: "Go home, brother, we won! I will definitely take you home!"

Yan Chang'an raised his head, only to see that at some point, the demonic energy dissipated, the wind was clear and the clouds cleared, the sky was clear, and the sword in Liu Xubai's hand pierced through Chaobai's chest fiercely.

The remaining demons either fled, or entangled to the end, and were killed by the gathered monks and mortals.

Crying sounded one after another, tens of thousands of people hugged each other and cried, some people threw themselves on the ground looking for acquaintances, their blood-stained faces were crying and laughing, their faces were distorted, and weeping endlessly.

(End of this chapter)