The world belongs to everyone

Author: Ming Weiwei

The world belongs to everyone

Liu Xubai disappeared, and the sword forging pool also disappeared.

Yan Changan stood on this land, and the noise almost penetrated his head.

The stumps of human limbs lay at his feet, and the strong smell of blood stimulated his brain. Yan Changan looked up at the demonic energy in the sky, unable to see the sky or hope, and only felt a roar in his mind.

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

The severed limbs were chopped off, and Yan Changan heard screams. A scarlet arm passed through his chest and fell into the bloody ground.

Yan Changan clearly did not receive any attack, but he was still shaken by the severed limbs and his eyelashes trembled.

He was born in a peaceful era, and had received many trainings as a child. After becoming a disciple, he had subjugated demons and eliminated demons, but he had never seen a real battlefield.

Demons massacre human beings, blood and flesh are flying everywhere, cruel and bloody, demons that have turned into demons and demons that have become human race fight each other. Hundreds of immortal families gather here to form an array to kill the demons.

Mortals with no cultivation skills took weapons and rushed into the enemy camp suicidally, injuring one after another and killing one after another. When the first person fell, the next person would take over. One person could not hurt the devil, but ten people were injured.

It can't defeat the devil, but among thousands of people, it can always hurt one, and maybe even kill one.

The monks rushed into battle to kill the enemy, formed a siege, and tried to protect the desperate mortals behind them.

"Back off!" The monk used his sword to block the fatal sword for the mortal, and was stabbed through the heart the next moment. His pupils trembled, and before he was distracted, he was still shouting "back off".

The mortal being protected by him gritted his teeth and escaped, his pupils suddenly dilated in an instant, he desperately pushed away the monk in front of him who had his back to him, and used 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, how dare you ask immortals to die for us..."

"There's no use for me living anymore..."

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

"Set up the formation!"

"Fire the arrow!"

"kill--"

The monk's eyes were red with blood, his heart was broken, and he had to take one step forward with his last breath.

"Chaobai——"

Yan Chang'an responded to the call and saw that the old man's heart was pierced by the Demon Lord's bare hands.

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

The Demon Lord threw the dying old man down, and the demonic energy in his hands gathered and pointed directly at the two people standing opposite him.

Yan Changan unconsciously took a few steps forward.

Opposite Chao Bai, a man and a woman stood side by side. Yan Changan was familiar with these two people, and Suiyue, the master of Huaqiu and Tianyun sects.

That old man just now——

Yan Changan's pupils dilated slightly, he must be the head of the Shanghua Sect who died in the Battle of Lianzhou six hundred years ago.

The demons invaded, and the sect leaders of the three major immortal sects directly confronted Chao Bai.

This place is the largest battlefield in the battle between humans and demons for hundreds of years, Lianzhou.

“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”

Chaobai mocked, his whole body filled with demonic aura, and he looked arrogantly at the two injured people opposite him, "You can't kill me."

Red blood flowed out from his chest, but he didn't care at all. The magic sword summoned in his hand pointed directly at Hua Qiu and Sui Yue: "Even if you two go together, there is only one way to die, why protect these ants like ants?"

Mortals, why not just surrender and capture them? I will treat your two immortal sects favorably."

He was answered by the slashing swords of Hua Qiu and Sui Yue.

Chaobai held his sword horizontally to resist.

Changing his moves with the moon: "So what if we die? Our human race will never end. Even if it takes thousands of years, there will be people like us who will stab you with swords until the last person."

"You said mortals are like ants?" Sui Yue was forced to draw a mouthful of blood by Chao Bai's move, and Hua Qiu was split open by Chao Bai's sword energy again.

Suiyue sneered: "But this world is the world of mortals. How can you invade it?"

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

Hua Qiu raised his sword and made a move, grinning and showing his white teeth: "What a pity. You can fight to the death, but surrender, forget it."

Chao Bai sneered, drew his sword and headed towards Hua Qiu.

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

But this long sword took his attack head-on, and even the man holding the sword managed to stand in front of him.

Chaobai had been entangled with the sect masters of the three major immortal sects for many days, and had suffered both major and minor injuries. Now he was 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 the birds and beasts fled, like a dead mountain.

Yes, is this fairy sword in your hand?"

He held Fu Zhu across his chest: "Today I will let you see whether this... fairy sword in your hand is fast, and you also said that Fu Zhu in my hand is fast."

Liu Xubai was shocked by his sword energy and drew a mouthful of blood. He twitched the corner of his mouth coldly: "The name of the sword is unlucky, and so are you."

The two men raised their eyebrows and faced each other with murderous intentions.

Hua Qiu and Sui Yue couldn't even intervene. They had seen how powerful the fairy sword in Liu Xubai's hand was. At this moment, they didn't say anything more, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and quickly turned around and threw themselves into the battlefield below.

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Liu Xubai and Chao Bai fought fiercely, and the demonic energy blocked the clouds and 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 and almost dizzy, and he used all his strength in every move.

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

However, Yan Changan heard his voice clearly.

He said "die".

Liu Xubai has no way out. He has been planning for twenty years, working hard, sacrificing his lover, and forging fairy swords. Countless people have focused their hopes on him, and he has no way out.

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

Yan Chang'an didn't know how long it had been before a cry of sadness came from behind him. He looked over and saw a mortal lying in a pool of blood, his body bloody and bloody. Blood kept gushing out from the holes in his body. His tattered clothes were almost as big as his body.

The sea of ​​blood beneath him merged into one, and he stretched out his hands tremblingly: "Go home...send me back to Lingzhou, and bury..."

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

Yan Changan raised his head and saw that at some point, the demonic energy dissipated, the wind cleared, the clouds cleared, the sky was clear, and the sword in Liu Xubai's hand pierced Chao Bai's chest fiercely.

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

Cries rang out one after another. Thousands of people hugged each other and cried. Some people threw themselves on the ground looking for someone they knew. Their blood-stained faces were crying and laughing, their faces were distorted, and they were crying endlessly.
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