Archfiend Chapter 799: : The Battle of Bohai (5)
The real dead man.
At the moment of the impact, they were ready to die. They didn't rely on cavalry to break down this large array, but rely on their own lives and everything.
"Boom!!!!" Thousands of earth monks blew themselves up, dyeing half of the sky red. These monks who don't know their names are blood-stained in the Bohai Sea at this moment, and no one can even remember their names. Over the battle, there was a troop that crushed Yaoguangzong with his life.
The old man of the Aixinjueluo family who called out the charge before, has tears in his eyes. These people... are the top monks in the family, the lifeblood of a family continuation. Today, one of his orders, all suicide attacks without hesitation, blasted a gap with his own blood and flesh.
Everyone looked at this side, even at this moment, countless nameless corpses rained down in the sky, but here, the terrifying explosion has made people see the decisiveness of the earth.
The smoke cleared, the old man looked at the huge gap hundreds of meters ahead, and then stood in front of the dragon chair after looking at the gap. The stunned Sect Master Yaoguang wanted to scream, but there was no sound, just hoarse. The words whispered: "To this seat... blood sacrifice to them!"
Still silent, with a layer of blood in every pair of star-like eyes, their brothers, their relatives, opened this way for them, they...must rush over!
In the other beam of light, the two monks face each other. In the talisman that emptied everything from the outside world, it was divided into a killing field.
Both sides both stand on flying swords and carry long swords on their backs. The two sword repairers faced each other. There is a clear distinction between black and white.
"Swipe..." The white earth monks all pulled out their sharp swords silently. In this beam of light, the sword light was lingering, and the crisp and uniform "Qiangqiang" sound was like a dragon chant.
The black side drew the sword almost at the same time. In the next second, there is no need for any dialogue. The sharp swords of the two sides are interspersed, and there is only the sound of sharp swords in the air.
This is the magic of the sword, this is the world of the sword. Jian Xiu, also found Jian Xiu.
Their fight was not as fierce as a cavalry charge, or as cold as a heavy defense. But... it was the bloodiest, the sword to the flesh! Either you die, or I die!
"The lone cloud goes through the sun!" A young sword repairer, like a sharp out-of-sheath sword in itself, has been dyed blood red in his white clothes, and he is covered with thorns wherever he goes.
Beside him, there is a woman, this is his junior sister, the two have long been secretly married. Never separate in battle.
One sword broke several people, the sword light was like a rainbow, and it shook the opponent into flying ash. The man breathed a sigh of relief. Here, there are sharp swords in all directions, and he can't even recognize who is the enemy and who is himself. Even his own swordsman is mad and kills when he sees people. Such people... Sovereign brought it back.
He glanced at his lover and met his concerned gaze. The two smiled at each other without saying anything. However... Immediately afterwards, the woman's eyes were sharp and her mouth grew silently.
A black light seemed to cut the world, a fierce sword, coming like a shadow, going like a wind, when the sword was collected, the man's head was already flying high.
"No!!!" The woman was stunned, she just screamed heartbreakingly, her body had been split in half by a sword behind her.
Among the beams of light, the battle conditions are tragic, blood is like rain, corpses are like snow, every second there are countless young or unyoung monks falling, famous monks and unknown monks, all at this moment belong to Silence . The earth is white, Zhenwu's black, with interlaced teeth. The battle formation of the family, the grinding disc of flesh and blood. Outside the outside world, the monks who had already reached the point where the blood was boiling, and the red cultivators everywhere in their eyes, became even more crazy.
Only instinctive identification of black and white, the realm is no longer important here, there are countless magic weapons on any person's side, countless monks, just want to kill the other person, the next second they will die.
"Pump...Pump..." The corpse fell into the sea like it was raining, and countless sharks smelled the blood, making the surface of the sea seem to be boiling. Xu Yangyi and Fuyun's lips trembled slightly, even if they saw it. After the wind and waves, I was shocked by everything in front of me.
They want to pick up these corpses, but...cannot.
They can't do it, there are too many...even the fish in the sea can't finish it. Can't tell which side it is. They saw countless young faces, decades, hundreds of years later, maybe they are the new golden core, continue to guard the world, continue to wait for the next World War.
But... when they haven’t seen enough of the scenery of practice, when they don’t know what the world is, they don’t know the Tower of Babel, the feather snake god, and they have fallen in the second practice era. This battlefield that devours humanity.
How many relatives, acquaintances, wives, children and relatives are waiting for them?
Poor Wuding River Bone, still a deep boudoir dream.
Xu Yangyi's eyes were a little hot. He forced himself not to look at the sea. Compared with the horrible scene in the sky, the sight of the sea was shocking. He could not face the young heroes, but could only look towards the sky.
"Xu Kunlun..." He said these words from between his teeth. He heard that the Ten Thousand Realms War, and there was no feeling, only blood. After experiencing the battlefield, I know what **** heartbreaking is. Kill, a simple word, made the surface of the Bohai Sea tens of thousands of miles red, swallowed by fish.
All this comes from Kunlun Ruins.
His hatred for Kunlun Ruins suddenly lies above the realm of Zhenwu!
"The true man... swear that if one day, the true man reaches a higher level, he will surely reduce you to the lower realm of Kunlun again! No more superbirth!"
He is not a Virgin.
No matter who, the ears are full of shouts of killing resounding in the sky, the infinite aura attacking in front of them, facing the scene of the corpses and the blood flowing in the river, can still remain indifferent.
As soon as this sentence was said, the Liuhe Karma Lamp in his heart suddenly lit up, strangely...The biggest waiting lamp in the center began to "crack", and it split into two!
The other candle is completely crystal color, unique, and even he can feel a sense of sacred... High above, holy.
God of heaven!
He suddenly had a kind of enlightenment. If he doesn't achieve this cause and effect, I'm afraid... he will never reach the highest peak and will be trapped in the middle three realms. Only by fulfilling this cause and effect can it be possible to break through to the supreme realm.
Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The gap has now spread to 400 meters! The monks of the earth were all invested in the battlefield, while the real martial arts...only invested half.
"Friends of Daoist." Fuyun whispered quietly.
Xu Yangyi's lips were bit unconsciously, but he shook his head firmly.
The six spiritual senses...are still on them and have never been removed.
He took out a jade box. In the jade box, there were three pills, all of which were Emperor Pills. Each one exudes brilliant light, with a green leaf pattern in the center looming.
He handed the real Fuyun one.
"This is?"
"Life and death Profound Dragon Pill." Xu Yangyi swallowed a pill: "When he is about to die, this pill will condense the whole body's spiritual power and reach its peak state. It will last for half an hour. After half an hour... it will fall into one year. I am in a coma. If I am not dead, I will be raised to a small level. I can only make three of them in total, and they are only suitable for the Golden Core period."
The real person Fuyun swallowed a pill with a choked voice. I don't know if it was for the battlefield in front of him or for the next more terrifying **** battle: "Do you want to do it?"
They all know that if the Golden Lotus is not destroyed, the Seven Kills base will be broken! The major provinces in the rear, plus God's capital, will immediately fall into extinction.
"Wait a minute." Xu Yangyi gritted his teeth: "...wait another four hours..."
The real person Fuyun closed his eyes, his eyes trembled lightly, and his hoarse voice: "The real person...understood..."
He understood how painful it was for Xu Yangyi to make this decision.
Four hours... Endless monks will die as a result. It has just been an hour since the war, and everyone's morale is at the highest peak, whether it is the earth or the real martial arts.
But...they are far less in number than in the real martial arts world, the other party's six golden cores, a large virtual infant, and their spiritual sense firmly locks them. Now rushing out, not only to face the seven golden cores, but also to face the opponent's hole cards, as well as the murderous True Martial World!
Only...when they really run out of murderous aura and prepare to retreat, will they have a chance to do it themselves. Of course, this opportunity... it takes hundreds of thousands of lives to fill it!
Thoughts are raging like a tide, and the silence between the two is like a knife. Fuyun couldn't bear it, opened his eyes and gritted his teeth and said: "But...the real person feels that it won't last four hours."
"The casualties are too large...Three hours later, this million-level battle will definitely be won and lost. The two sides must gradually start to play their hole cards. At that time...we still rushed past?"
Xu Yangyi clenched his fist tightly: "Then...just wait until the two sides have the same cards~IndoMTL.com~The Ten Thousand Realms War is over...If Ben Zhenren is still alive, Ben Zhenren will guard the tomb for them himself." /
One minute, ten minutes... half an hour and an hour, time passed by one minute and one second, the sea was boiling, the sky was roaring, and suddenly, the sound of drums trembled the sky. Suddenly it sounded with a desolate and distant smell.
As the drum rang, the black army that covered the sky receded like a tide. Everyone has seen it... Hundreds of giant drums appeared in front of the real martial arts army. Each side was three hundred meters in size, and there were three hundred two-meter-high men who were wearing animal skins and painted with runes. They were all swinging their drumsticks.
"Boom boom boom..." The dense rain, as if to pry the killing intent in people's heart, let the blood rush to the top of the head. Floating Cloud almost stood up suddenly, Xu Yangyi's eyes flushed and he caught him.
The two looked at each other, and they both saw each other's look forward.
Millions of **** battles, are they alone?
Can't do it.
The defeated general, is he brave? What qualifications do they have to face this blood-stained sea?
This drum sound... is the drum sound of withdrawing troops. It does not mean that Zhenwu Realm stops here. But...
The real storm is coming.
Millions of battles are dragged over by the entire plane, and the true martial world, which is unsuccessful and benevolent, is actually a drop in the ocean. At this moment, the battles in Jerusalem, Vatican, Kazakhstan and other places must be bloodier than the emperor. That is the real bones exposed in the wild, without the crowing of chickens.
The previous...is an appetizer. When the strength of the earth is really understood from the competition between the two sides, it is the time for the real martial arts world to start.
And this moment... will definitely cause spatial spiritual power fluctuations, they have the opportunity to transform into clones to escape the surveillance of the seven spiritual senses! Break that demon flower!