Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 219 Night falls
Yunmeng discussed with everyone and decided to use the 'Twelve Earthly Branches Sword Formation' which was capable of both offense and defense. Yunmeng, Bixia, Qin Moyao, Longquan, Chang Buyu, Yu Guizhou, Zhishui, Ji Jie, Fenyuan, Xu Shi, Daoxuan and Jiang Yuan were the base of the formation. Four attacked, four protected, and four defended, alternating in an endless cycle.

Twelve people drew their swords and took their positions one after another, their clothes fluttering in the wind, surrounding Wuzhe in the formation. This was almost the strongest lineup in the lower world. If the sword formation was well coordinated, even the Daluo Jinxian would find it difficult to resist. They were mortal enemies before, but now they had become fellow Taoists who shared the same hatred for the enemy.

When Wuzhan saw the powerful men surrounding him, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, as if with a kind of contempt and loneliness, which was very strange.

Yun Meng shouted, "Attack!" and swung the Qianfeng Sword to stab Wuzhan. At the same time, Yu Guizhou, Ji Jie and Daoxuan attacked from the other three sides. Everyone used their unique skills. The majestic sword energy swung in all directions, blocking every part of Wuzhan's body.

When seeing that the sword shadows of the four people were about to pierce Wuzhan at the same time, Wuzhan leaped up and struck Daoxuan with a palm.

Daoxuan didn't expect Wuzhan to choose him first. He was shocked and lost half of his energy. "Bang!" The long sword hit the palm covered with black energy. Daoxuan's palm was numb and the long sword almost slipped out of his hand and flew back. Jiang Yuan's "Northern Dark Fire" continued to attack Wuzhan from the side.

At the same time, the other three swords arrived. Wuzhan spread his wings to block the two swords from Gui Zhou and Ji Jie. He turned around and jumped, swinging his palm to hit Yun Meng's sword. "Boom" the light exploded, the sword energy spread, Yun Meng was knocked back, and Wuzhan shook his palm, seeming to be in pain.

In an instant, sword shadows from Jiang Yuan, Qin Moyao, Fen Yuan and Chang Buyu arrived again. Wuzhan roared, flapped his wings to shake off the three swords, and attacked Fen Yuan. Fen Yuan's face changed color, and he was frightened. He couldn't help but retreat. Zhishui swung his sword to meet him. With two "bangs", Wuzhan's fists hit the two swords at the same time, and the two were knocked back at the same time.

In this way, the strong men took turns to attack and be repelled. There were only black flames, only the enveloping sword shadows, and only the sound of the surging sword energy around Wu Yu.

Wanjiao climbed up. She couldn't accept the scene before her and was heartbroken.

Ye Yi also climbed up and surrounded her with the survivors. Wanjiao had no choice but to point the spike at her own throat and shouted, "Don't come over, or I will die now!" Ye Yi and others naturally did not dare to step forward, for fear that Wanjiao would commit suicide.

She recalled the situation on the bank of the Yellow River, when Wuzhan had put a sword to her throat. History was repeating itself, except that Wuzhan had saved her at that time, but now she still couldn't save Wuzhan and was still causing trouble for him.

Miao Xin watched Wuzhe transform into a demon and besieged by his master and others, feeling confused, "Did he really lose consciousness?"

The sun had already set and night was about to fall. The top of Cangyan Mountain was very cold and it was about to snow.

Many of the strong men were injured and sweating profusely. The rhythm of the attack gradually slowed down, but Wuzhan kept roaring and fighting more and more fiercely, but he also had dozens of scars on his body.

Xu Shi had just been repelled by Wuzhan. Shishui's sword was supposed to stab Wuzhan, but as it touched Wuzhan's palm, the sword suddenly turned and swept towards Xu Shi. Xu Shi snorted coldly, as he was prepared. He raised his hand and activated the Tai Chi Talisman, which deflected the sword light and shouted angrily, "You despicable man, you dare to take this opportunity to attack me!" He swung the Hunyuan Yuxu Furnace Cover towards Zhishui.

Shisui dodged and shouted, "My sword was repelled back. Who attacked you? You took the opportunity to retaliate. The villain is the first to complain!" The attacks from both sides stopped.

Yun Meng said angrily: "Don't try to quibble. If you take advantage of the opportunity to plot against us again, we will not let you off!"

Shisui shouted, "If you're afraid that I'll plot against you, then don't use me as a filler. If you have the strength, do it yourself!" He was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly he felt Wuzhe flying down on top of his head. He quickly swung his sword to block it, and his whole body trembled. He almost vomited blood, and cursed, "You beast, I won't kill you, but you come to provoke me!"

Longquan made a feint with his sword at Wuzhan to lure Wuzhan away, and advised: "I hope that all Taoist friends can be tolerant of each other and fight with all your strength. Otherwise, not only will we fail to kill it, but we will lose our lives!" In fact, everyone knew that he was the one who had least tried his best.

Now Xirang is in Xu Shi's hands, and the five-colored stone is in the hands of the evil demon. These twelve people have their own thoughts, and most of them are not trying their best, conserving their strength to make the final grab after killing the demon.

They gradually discovered that the power exerted by the evil demon this time was far weaker than the time when he faced Xuannv. They speculated that the reason was probably because there were still eighteen demon-sealing nails that had not been broken. At this time, the evil demon was like a reckless man who could only use brute force. He had no special moves, but was agile and powerful.

Being familiar with the behavior of the evil demon, everyone avoided engaging it head-on. Instead, they retreated after attacking, and their retreat was even faster than their attack, constantly consuming the evil demon's strength. However, the strength they consumed was also great, and the sword formation could not even exert the power of the second level.

Ji Jie shouted, "Master Long is right. We won't be able to outlast this ferocious demon if we keep wasting time like this. Only if we all try our best can we kill it!" As he said that, he thrust out with all his might his sword, aiming straight for Wuzhan's throat.

Wuzhan raised his fist to meet the attack, "clang" fire flew out, Wuzhan was shocked back a step, Ji Jie was blown away, Wuzhan felt pain in his hand, he looked up to the sky and howled, he got up in rage and chased after Ji Jie, his speed was even faster than Ji Jie's retreat speed. Ji Jie was shocked and thought his life was in danger. At this time, Zhishui and Fenyuan flew out from both sides of him, swung their swords to meet the flaming palms like angry dragons, "bang bang" sounds, the true energy burst out, the two were blown away, and Wuzhan also retreated several steps.

Before he could stand firm, the swords of Yunmeng, Chang Buyu and Daoxuan had already slashed towards Wuzhan with the force of thunder. Wuzhan spread his wings and shot out black light to meet the three swords. After three loud bangs, the three men flew out with blood hanging on their bodies, and the sword formation could no longer form.

Bixia was holding the hilt of the sword, but the tip of the sword seemed to pierce her heart. That heartbeat, that temperature, that figure, that look broke her decades of peace. In fact, she didn't want anything. She only hoped to repay him for saving her life so that she could restore her previous peace. But now, she had to hold the sword to repay him. What would be left after the repayment?
He bit his thin lips and used a "Sunrise Soaring" move, which streaked a blinding white light in the air and pierced into Wuzhan's chest. "Boom" the white light dissipated like a bubble, and his whole body lost consciousness. Wuzhan's hand actually grabbed the unstoppable sword.

Time seemed to stand still. Bixia was still holding the sword with tears in her eyes. Wuzhan's hand was dripping with blood, which dyed the sword red. The sword shattered and flew in all directions. Wuzhan reached out and grabbed Bixia's neck like white jade.

No one dared to step forward, as they knew Bixia was going to die.

Bixia raised her delicate head, her eyes full of smiles, like a lotus welcoming the sun, waiting for death, and said with difficulty: "Since I can't kill you, just kill me!"

Wuzhan's hands, which were about to be clasped, suddenly stopped. His black pupils were moving and he was gasping for breath, as if he was trying hard to recall something. It was very painful and complicated.

Miaoxin rushed over and cried, "Sir, don't!" She grabbed Wuzhan's wrist and begged him to let go.

"Sir?" Wuzhan actually uttered a word in a hoarse voice and loosened his hand at the same time.

Miao Xin hugged her master and shouted excitedly, "Master, please wake up, don't you remember us?"

"Who are you and why are you crying?" This was the second sentence.

Miao Xin wanted to explain, but heard Bi Xia coldly say: "Because we want to kill you!"

"Shedding tears, she comes to kill me. A woman sheds tears, but she wants to kill someone." The third sentence was said lightly, as if she was muttering.

Miaoxin cried, "Sir, have you forgotten yourself? You always like to look out the window and think, and like to wear white clothes. Your piano playing is the most beautiful, and your handwriting is the most beautiful. A word from you can repel thousands of troops, save tens of thousands of people, solve serial murders, and break the ancient evil formation. You have two disciples, and they..." "If you don't want to kill me, go away!" Wuzhan interrupted Miaoxin's words and sighed coldly. This was the last sentence. The wings began to dissipate, and his eyes became clear again.

'Puff...' A sword pierced Wuzhan's chest and pierced his heart. The sword tip came out from behind. Wuzhan trembled all over, staring at the person holding the sword in front of him with wide eyes, unable to say a word. What else could he say when he saw her?

Qin Moyao did not shed tears, but her hands were shaking. She finally killed this man. She should have killed him long ago. It has been like this since she was a child. What she cannot have, no one else can have. She had long been unable to bear it and did not want to spend even a moment with him. Jealousy, grievance, reputation, anger... would all disappear with his death, and she would be free.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that the evil demon would die just like that, under the sword of the head of Emei. Bixia closed her eyes, Miaoxin opened them wide, and repelled Qin Moyao with one palm, "He's already awake, and you actually killed him!"

The sword was pulled out, blood gushed out, Miaoxin hugged Wuzhan, covered the wound with his hands, and wanted to use his true energy to stop the bleeding, but how could he stop it? "Someone come and save him!"

Qin Moyao was supported by Yu Guizhou, holding the bloody lotus sword in his hand, and sneered: "The evil demon will not survive!"

"Wuzhan..." It was not until this moment that Wanjiao burst into a heart-wrenching cry. She thought it was a nightmare. She rushed over and no one could stop her. She threw herself beside Wuzhan regardless of everything and knelt in front of him. The whole world had turned red. She took Wuzhan in her arms and burst into tears.

Wuzhan had blood overflowing from his mouth, and he looked at Wanjiao as if he couldn't see enough. He raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to wipe away the tears on Wanjiao's face. Wanjiao held his hand and stroked it on her own face.

Wuzhan opened his mouth for a long time before he uttered a word vaguely, "...alive...", then he closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

When Wanjiao saw Wuzhan leaving, she suddenly raised her hand and was about to slap her own crown. Miaoxin put out her hand to block it and cried, "He let you live!" Wanjiao wailed to the sky, and her voice echoed through the valley. Everyone felt sad when they heard the voice. They never thought that a fox demon could be so deeply in love.

The five-colored stone is still in Wuzhan's hand. Ye Yi still wants to capture Wanjiao, and many people have started to move.

Yang Yingjie sighed and said, "He is already dead. If you follow me now, you will have a chance to survive."

"I really can't stand it anymore!" With a sigh, Ye Xiaoxiang, Li Xueyu and the people from the Ni Tian Sect had blocked the way down the mountain. It turned out that they had arrived here a long time ago.

Wan Jiao slowly stood up while holding Wuzhan's body. She stared at Qin Moyao fiercely with bloodshot eyes and said hoarsely: "If I am alive, I will destroy Emei!"

Qin Moyao just sneered and said, "It was me who killed the evil demon, it was me..."

Wanjiao screamed and five tails appeared behind her. She was like a lily in the wind. She picked up Wuzhan and rushed towards the crowd at the foot of the mountain. How could those people let her escape? They attacked her with both real and fake moves.

Ye Yi shouted: "Don't hurt it!" But few people would listen to him.

Wanjiao dodged left and right but couldn't break through. Even with Miaoxin's help, it was of no avail. Wanjiao suddenly changed direction and rushed towards the cliff. Ye Yi was prepared and blocked her way and reached out to grab her.

Just as Wanjiao swept Ye Yi away with her tail, Zhishui swung his sword at her. Wanjiao leaped away, but was hit by Xu Shi's Hunyuan Yuxu Furnace and fell on the rock. She was in great pain all over, but she held Wuzhan's body tightly.

Just as everyone was about to rush forward to grab the item, there was a shrill cry of "Woo..." and a huge golden bird rose up from the bottom of the cliff, like a rising ball of fire, with green eyes like wheels, a long beak like a sword, wings several meters long, and three legs. It landed next to Wanjiao.

Xu Shi exclaimed, "Three-legged Golden Crow!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Three-legged Golden Crow stretched its neck and let out a "ah...", and a long, hot flame spewed out of its mouth. Everyone hurriedly dodged and fled, and in a flash, the top of the mountain turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The three-legged golden crow flapped its wings, grabbed Wanjiao, who was about to faint, and rose up.

Mayor Xu shouted, "Don't let it fly away!" He rotated the Hunyuan Yuxu Furnace to hit the three-legged golden crow, and Ye Yi and others also used hidden weapons, magic weapons, fire swords, etc. to intercept it.

The three-legged golden crow had already flown away from the cliff, and with a sudden flap of its wings, it dispersed the magical weapon shot at it, but it still missed Daoxuan's "Dangkong Jue" and hit Wanjiao in the back. Wanjiao's body shook violently and she spat out a column of blood. Wuzhan's body slipped out of her hands and fell off the cliff. Wanjiao wanted to break free and grab it, but her eyes went black and she fainted.

Wuzhan died and fell off a cliff, and Wanjiao was taken away by Jinwu and her life or death is unknown.

Qin Moyao was still sneering, with Yu Guizhou by her side.

Bixia sighed, and no one saw her cry.

Miaoxin was still sobbing and was reluctant to leave.

Ye Yi gained nothing on this trip and suffered heavy losses.

Xu Shi was besieged by Ye Xiaoxiang and Li Xueyu. Daoxuan, Jiang Yuan, Zhishui and others fought. They wanted to get Xirang and also wanted to find Wuzhan's body.

On the cliff where a waterfall hung, a woman in red stood alone, her sleeves fluttering, spotless. After a long time, she sighed softly, and disappeared in a flash of red light, leaving behind two tears.

There was a meteor shower in the sky, with streaks of meteors streaking across the sky.

Night falls.

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(End of this chapter)