Next to Lord Helan, Tantai Jingyue, who was wearing a light blue fur robe, stared at the depths of the polar night world, with strange colors flashing in her eyes.

This is the most critical war. The human race has gathered so many strong men and troops. If it still loses, the entire Nine Provinces will fall into panic against the demon race, including the subjects of the eight tribes in Mobei.

Therefore, the human race cannot lose this war.

Thinking of this, Tantai Jingyue looked behind her, with a dark look in her eyes.

Attention from all sides.

Deep in the polar night world, the sealed place.

The battle between the two most powerful men, Faru and Yaozu, has reached its most intense level.

The awe-inspiring righteousness is as blazing as fire, the cold air of the extreme night is bone-chilling, and Fa Ru forcibly absorbs the yin energy of the extreme night world into his body, just to fight for the sky.

"Nine Forms of Wentian."

The two qi of yin and yang open up the netherworld, fighting spirits appear in front of the road to hell, their hair is stained with blood, and Confucianism draws a beacon fire, and goes against the will of heaven with his own strength.

"The king is fearless."

At the beginning of the chapter, an ancient scripture appeared between heaven and earth. On the scroll, the blood-stained words were extremely dazzling.

"drink!"

Amidst the long shout, the true energy around Fa Ru's body actually rose again, shocking the heavens and the earth, and frightening the gods and ghosts.

The figures of the Demon Clan Goddess and the Water Mirror Demon King swept over and used their powerful palm power to tear the void apart, causing the entire polar night world to shake.

With a roar, Faru blocked the two powerful forces with his palms, causing a terrifying vibration that cracked the ground thousands of feet.

The aftermath stirred up, and Faru's whole body was stained with blood again. His indescribable will made the two strongest monsters in the battle feel more and more depressed.

"Wentian Nine Styles!"

When the move reaches the limit, the heaven and the earth cry out in sorrow, when people reach the limit, they walk on the road of hell, Confucianism and Confucianism, the liver and gallbladder brighten the sun and the moon.

"One in the universe!"

Both palms swallowed yin and yang, and the universe turned into one energy. At the moment when the three palms were handed over, the demonic energy from the two most powerful men of the demon race quickly sank into Fa Ru's body uncontrollably, causing both of them to look shocked.

"Oops, he's absorbing our energy!"

Qingqing sensed this, started the battle with a palm, held the Yuan in his arms, and protected the demon Yuan.

"You actually want to fight to such an extent, Master of Dharma and Confucianism, you make me admire you!"

The Shui Jing Demon Emperor also turned his palms to start the battle, guarding his demon essence, looking at the head of the Confucian Sect in front of him, with a touch of respect in his eyes.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed on the battlefield. Fa Ru, who was exhausted and exhausted, had already reached his limit. All that was left was his unyielding will.

The staggering steps symbolize the warrior's road ahead and the end.

"Master, please come back alive."

"Father Faru, I think you are the most powerful."

The voice was still vaguely echoing in his ears. Faru forced himself to stand up, and a dazzling brilliance lit up his eyes that were gradually losing focus.

"Nine Forms of Wentian."

The body that was supported by force was so majestic. Blood and water splashed all over Faru's body, fogging the sky.

On both sides of the battle, Qingqing and the Shui Jing Demon King looked at each other with frozen expressions.

They understand that this is the last battle.
Chapter completed!