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What's more, the prestige that he should and shouldn't have already been released, and it won't do him any good to force him to stay.

By the way, he can also sell favors to Eunuch Hai, so that his early departure will not be so abrupt.

Anyway, the image of him arriving late and leaving early has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Even at such an important moment, it would be normal for him to be lazy in the eyes of others.

Even if someone pursues it afterwards, Eunuch Hai will take the initiative to cover it up for him.

After all, there is still a debt of 100 million.

Anyway, he won't take the initiative to raise the money in the future, and with Eunuch Hai's character, he probably won't take the initiative to pay it back either.

So after this calculation, he should always be Eunuch Hai's creditor.

As long as the money is not returned, he will always have the upper hand in front of Eunuch Hai.

At this moment, we are waiting for the fight on Tianzhu Mountain.

Jiang Ping ate the last roasted sweet potato, looked in the direction of Tianzhu Mountain not far away, and suddenly thought of it.

Well, he is still eating melons now... right?

Rumble!

There was a flash of lightning in the sky, and the rain fell with a splash, without any warning.

A thin wall of true energy rises above Jiang Ping's head to block all the rainwater, like an invisible roof, while the bottom remains dry.

He looked up again at the sky.

It was clearly the morning sky, but at this moment it was as dark as night, with no light at all.

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On Tianzhu Mountain.

Clang, clang! ! !

No matter how violent the wind and rain were, it couldn't stop the sound of swords flickering in the arena. The rain washed away the wet blood on the ground, making the ground wet and muddy, but it couldn't wash away the restlessness and uneasiness in people's hearts.

At this time, the grand master battle is over.

Righteousness prevailed.

After all, the orthodoxy is pure and good at combined attacks, so it is easy to cooperate, but the devil is selfish, even if it is a life-and-death battle, they cannot cooperate with each other wholeheartedly, with a little precaution.

A slight difference at this time is the difference between life and death.

Even if the fighting power of the orthodox fighters is slightly weaker, they can quickly grasp the weaknesses and break them one by one, so that they can win a big victory.

But the price of victory is also heavy.

Facing the dying counterattack of the Demon Sect Grandmaster, Zhengdao also lost more than half.

The few remaining masters have overdrawn their vitality due to the activation of the secret technique. They will not have any special opportunities after returning, and their lifespan will be greatly reduced, and the chances of future breakthroughs are even slimmer.

Accompanied by gusts of wind and thunder, twenty martial arts masters are fighting fiercely in the air.

At the level of a great master, unless the teachers are from the same school and practice the same kind of kung fu, if you want to temporarily form an formation, the power will be damaged due to the conflict of kung fu, resulting in the effect that one plus one is less than two.

So at the moment they are mostly fighting each other.

All kinds of real forms of martial arts in the sky were lifted into the sky, and the zhenqi of different colors hit each other, and they were even more dazzling, like little suns shining in all directions.

The people below were drenched in the torrential rain, watching intently, and no one made a sound to disturb.

In the face of the majesty of the twenty great masters, whether it is cheers or comments, it is an offense.

They just waited quietly for the result.

The rain was getting more and more urgent, and there was no tendency to stop at all.

It was also at this time that the first fallen little sun appeared.

It was a male grand master holding a water thorn, about 50 years old, wearing coarse cloth clothes.

He has a lean figure, gray hair, and a gritty face like that of people living by the sea. One can tell at a glance that he is a man who has experienced violent storms.

His true form of martial arts is a big fish with a sharp mouth and blue fins. When jumping, the water thorns in his hands are like a school of fish patrolling. With countless sharp thorns, they can stab all the obstacles in front of him. smash.

His name is Hai Mosheng, a supreme elder named Donghai Sect.

The East China Sea faction stands by the sea, but most of the faction's livelihood depends on the inland. Their seafood, their business, and the food and clothing they need mostly need to be provided by the inland.

If communication with them is cut off inland, they will return to their previous life of slash-and-burn farming and relying on the sea to eat the sea.

For the sake of the sect's development, Haimerson had no choice but to come.

His name is Haimerson, a child sent by the sea, abandoned by fishermen, and adopted by the East China Sea faction since he was a child.

The grace of nurturing is greater than the sky, and Hai Mosheng has devoted his whole life to the East China Sea School.

He fell heavily on the ground, coughing blood in his mouth, and his eyes began to lose consciousness.

On his back, a palm print as black as ink was imprinted on it like a branding iron.

During the chaotic battle, he was attacked with a palm, and it was this palm that interrupted his true energy circulation and destroyed his inner vitality.

He is not a great master, and his spirit has not been transformed. As soon as his body's energy and blood are cut off, his vitality will begin to pass away, and his spirit will gradually fail.

But before he died, the water-split thorn in his hand also hit a great master of the demon sect hard, with the last anger and despair before he died.

Bang!

The second person fell heavily into the mud, making a small hole and splashing countless khaki mud spots.

It was an old man in a gray robe. Half of his head had been chopped off with a knife. The blood flowed out and mixed with the rain, covering his unwilling eyes.

Haimerson saw the water thorn on his chest, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Thanks to this, plus his life, the Donghai faction can really go on land.

He slowly closed his eyes.

If you are tired, take a nap first.

……

The fierce battle is still going on, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like a battle of trapped beasts.

In the past, the reason why the warriors at the Grandmaster level were able to fall the least was because they could fight and escape.

Even if it is a newly promoted grand master, facing an established grand master, there is a great chance of running away if he can't beat the first time.

After all, everyone can fly.

Even if the veteran grand master has a higher realm and faster speed, in the face of the suppression of heaven and earth, everyone is actually the same.

Therefore, if you want a great master of martial arts to fall, you must block all his escape routes by fighting more and less.

Or it was a thunderous blow that made people unable to react even when they had time to escape.

But at this moment.

Those who fight have no way out.

They either kill the enemy or are killed.

So the battle ended sooner than anyone imagined.

There were a total of [-] great masters in Zhengmo, who were either dead or injured, and fell to the ground, all of them lost their combat effectiveness.

Pong!

The last great master fell heavily to the ground. He knelt on one knee, holding a ghost-headed broadsword in his hand as a support.

He barely stood up, the rain hit his face, making his face pale at the moment.

"Winner! Zhao Guoshen Daomen, Zuo Cangtian!"

Holding a knife, he shouted into the sky, his voice shook the sky, and thousands of raindrops fell, and then he fell to the ground powerlessly.

this battle.

Still the righteous way won.

"Rescue!"

As soon as the two sides waved their hands, someone flew into the sky and landed on the battlefield just now.

They identified the identity of the person lying on the ground, and they restrained themselves from making another stab.

At this time, no matter whether it is righteous or evil, it is a man who fights to the death.

If they didn't die in the battle just now, but died in the opponent's sneak attack, it would be an insult to anyone.

What's more, with so many pairs of eyes on both sides, no one will break the rules in public.

Soon, they first found out their own warriors who were still alive. They first fed a life-saving elixir, and then gently picked it up with their true energy, and slowly sent it to the rear of their camp.

According to the rules, these people do not have to participate in the ensuing melee and will be sent down the mountain in advance.

That is to say, no matter the victory or defeat in the future, it has nothing to do with it.

However, the twenty grandmasters and great grandmasters who participated in the battle on Zhengdao, after the fight, there are only six people left, including four grandmaster warriors and two great grandmasters.

As for the magic gate, only two of the 20 people survived, one grand master and one grand master.

With the body cleaned up.

On the right side, Hong Jianglong, who was holding a wine gourd, also struck at the right time:

"Boys of the Demon Sect, we were the ones who won these two battles. It seems that the famous Demon Sect warriors are hard to live up to their reputation.

Lien Zhan losing streak, what face do you have to face the ancestors of your demon sect, I think, you should admit defeat as soon as possible, maybe you can still survive.

Otherwise, when the battle starts tomorrow, I'm afraid you will be killed by us again!

Did you guys say that? ! "

"That's right!"

"The righteous way is mighty!"

"Justice shall prevail!"

"Justice shall prevail!"

Because of Hong Jianglong's words, the sadness of some rabbits and foxes on Zhengdao's side was swept away in an instant, and they seemed quite excited.

On the other hand, due to the defeat in the two wars, the Momen seems to be somewhat dispirited.

Facing Hong Jianglong's ridicule, they were also a little speechless.

But at this moment, an old man in black robe stood up and said sharply:

"The reputation of my Demon Sect is not based on your words. Some people once thought that killing a few incompetent disciples of my Demon Sect said that the Demon Sect was in decline and its reputation was gone.

But in the end they all died, but we are still alive and well, and now we let you, a group of righteous rabble, fight together.

I don't think I have to wait until tomorrow.

Now let you see if the sword of the Demon Gate can still cut off the heads of your righteous people! "

"Children, kill with me!"

A jet of black divine light emanated from the head of the old man in black robe, as if transformed by an inkstone, it swallowed up all the light, leaving only darkness.

This is his martial arts true spirit, which is transformed from the most core heritage of the Sky-Bending lineage, the God-Bending God Thorn, and it is called the Black God Thorn Spirit.

"kill!"

As the black-robed old man charged forward, all the magic warriors who had been arranged behind him followed.

Zhengdao was also filled with righteous indignation when he saw that the Demon Gate was directly attacking. He drew his sword and said:

"You guys don't follow the rules!"

"Kill everyone!"

The already tense emotions exploded with the bursts of shouts, and people from the same camp who didn't understand what happened between the two sides rushed forward.

Even those grand masters who kept awake saw their disciples being slaughtered, and couldn't help but start fighting.

Just like a levee break, a small hole can wash away the entire dam without anyone responding.

The battle between righteousness and evil officially began.