Archfiend Chapter 829: : The First Battle of the Ancestral Court (1)
This drum completely ignited the military spirit of the Zhenwu world.
Xu Yangyi's eyes flickered, and there must be a brave man under the reward, but this method can only be used once.
"Everyone." His figure turned into a black light, rushing into the endless black tide on the opposite side, and the sound was like a red bell, shaking Qingcheng: "China Wansheng!!! Wansheng! Wanwansheng!!!"
"Huaxia Wansheng!! Wansheng! Wanwansheng!!!" The monks below roared together, and the white tide rushed towards the Kuroshio with dozens of huge formations.
"Kill!!!" At the same time, murderous aura broke out in the dark tide, a sea of people several times more than the white tide, with sword light in the sky, endless floating boats, war puppets, and towards Qingcheng Mountain Fully crushed.
The black cloud is pressing down on the city, and the light is shining towards the sun.
The decisive battle that has suppressed the entire two years, at this moment, at this time, here, is fully erupted.
"Uuuuuu!" The moment the desolate horn sounded, Su Changqing suddenly pressed his visor, and rushed out single-handedly, and the wind blew his scarlet cloak. The long spear dragged the ground diagonally, unexpectedly pulling a hot spark in the air. As he took the lead, there was a row of golden tide beside him, thunderous at the same time.
It is getting faster and faster, and more and more urgent, but it is uniform, no one is vying for the first, no one is behind. The silent **** of death spread his wings, trampled on the prelude to killing, and swayed the glory of death. A golden tsunami formed.
"Swipe, Lara!" Amid the tsunami, a dragon flag was raised, and the three characters "Zhengyuan Waiting" jumped over the horse.
The six expeditionary forces of the Dajin Dynasty, attack!
Looking from Qingcheng Mountain, the 50,000-meter sky dome in the center quickly closed from both sides in an instant, the deadly black and silent white, about to interweave the golden chapter of death. The sun also spread from the ground to narrower and narrower, and finally... there was only a gap left.
It's like Tai Chi.
Five kilometers...Three kilometers...One kilometer...
Zero.
At that moment, there was no sound.
The wind stopped, the clouds stopped, and the world seemed to stop.
The sun was completely overwhelmed by the killing. Only black and white blood is left in this world.
In the next second, a trembling earth tens of thousands of miles of shouting and killing burst out!
"Kill!!"
The sword fight is full of gold, and the flags reflect the sun and the clouds fly!
The thick fog is surging and the white clouds are shattered. The one rushing to the forefront is not the two cultivators who are rushing to the ground, but a large formation, like a moving fortress. Some are surrounded by stars, some are bordered by the sky, and some are rootless lotus. Opposite them, the Kuroshio is also an endless array of all kinds. Like an aircraft carrier in the sky, monks densely like migratory locusts surround him.
The thunder was full, and the murderous intent of both sides rose to the peak. Millions of auras gleamed, and the endless sword light completely flooded the sky.
The magnificent spiritual light illuminates hundreds of thousands of miles in the sky, and the collision between the large array and the large array is like sparks hitting the earth. But when he heard the thunderous sound of "Rumble", the first to bear the brunt of a golden phantom hundreds of meters tall, the clouds rose under the feet, the turtle stepped on the turtle, and the golden sword was pressed. At the moment when the two armies were handed over, the three-hundred-meter spiritual golden sword on his side burst out, bringing up the mist of Tianshan Mountain.
"The Taoist Zhenwu Sect is here!!" Thousands yelled, without fear: "Who dares to fight!!"
Before the words fell, the sword waved, and the ray of sunlight could not cover the power of the sword. However, at this moment, there was a sudden burst of sword light in the True Martial Realm, such as migratory locusts crossing the border, the river fell, and the sky came with aura, blocking this sword firmly.
"Boom!!" The bright aura swallowed the figures of the two, and a pillar of light burst into the crowd. Then it spread wildly.
This is a duel of formation and formation. Once outsiders enter, they will only turn into ashes instantly. The horrible aura of the two formations, like Bohai, separates the surrounding 10,000 meters into a vacuum zone that is heart-shaking.
"The thieves in the lower realm dare to steal my true martial name!" With a violent shout, Wan Jian returned to the clan. Within the white light, a sword lotus with a radius of one thousand meters was in full bloom in front of Emperor Zhenwu's phantom. In the lotus, there were regenerating lotuses, layered on top of each other hundreds of meters high. In each lotus, a black-clothed monk stood proudly.
"The sword of this seat will not kill the unknown." Zhenwu Xuying raised the golden sword, sounding like thunder.
"Dajin Dynasty Yushitai, come to take your dog's life!" Thousands of true martial arts monks shouted together. With this sound, the sword lotus disintegrated and turned into a boundless sword rain.
Wan Jian Fei Xian.
At the same time, the arrogant slashed the wind and the waves. Thousands of Taoist priests stepped on the seven stars, the sword light rushed into the sky, and every sword swiped, it immediately caused a **** storm. Yin Xi took the bull, and no one could stop him, and instantly broke through the two formations of Zhenwu Realm.
The prestige of Wen Shi is seen in Si.
"Ning to die righteously and not to survive." The old Xuying on the head of the sword array pressed the long sword in his hand, looked at the endless dark tide in front of him, and drank with all his strength: "Cut!!"
"Dare to be presumptuous!?" At the moment when the word "Zhan" was exited, five streams of light suddenly descended from the sky. Children, teenagers, youth, adults, old age. Five two-hundred-meter-high phantoms circled the side of the morning bull formation. At the same time, white clouds scattered in the sky, and a suspended mountain that was as large as Qingcheng Mountain protruded from the clouds.
"Zhenwu Qingxudong is here! I am here to take your head!"
"Swipe!!!" A huge white beam of light rose into the sky, and the boundless spiritual pressure once again tore this place into a blank battlefield.
Dozens and hundreds of large arrays fought, and with the sound of "buzzing...", the white beams of light became more and more hot. The fog below has turned red unknowingly. Qingcheng Mountain, which has not been bloodied for thousands of years, is completely red today. The Taoist ancestors' court was full of smoke and severed limbs.
As soon as the battlefield was divided, all the cultivators had crossed the beam of light and rushed toward the opponent's hinterland.
"To the truth! Annihilate the Qingcheng!" Liu Mingyang's whole body trembled with excessive killing intent and excitement, the snow and the withered flag painting, the wind and the noise of drums, the sky is full of killing, soaking everyone's soul , He danced without wind all over his robe, suddenly, his eyes dazzled, and he looked at one place.
There... a gap was quickly torn apart. About 10,000 people followed one person, like Moses' water-dividing stick. There was no real martial arts monk around who dared to step forward!
Xu Yangyi took the lead, the horizontal sword immediately swept the world, and the two arm blades swept the four wild trends, the real ten steps of a hundred people, there is no one in one!
The rush of the sky is completely unfolded, and the blood and flesh are blurred due to the cold light. Under the boundless blood rain, he stood in it, like a **** death.
Faced with such a tragic scene, what is strange is that all the cultivators in the True Martial Realm just raised their spears together, and no one dared to cross the thunder pond half a step!
General.
This is the real general of the opponent!
I know that there are many rewards for killing the opponent. However, facing the opponent like a **** of death, the overwhelming murderous aura even surpasses the pressure of Jindan. However, facing the opponent is cold, without the slightest pity, all Zhenwu Brother Jie's heart was cold, and his hair was standing on end, no one dared to brush it.
"Brush..." The rain of blood around Xu Yangyi fell into the air, and he took a deep breath of blood containing the smell of blood. There is even a half-clearness in the strong desire to kill.
This is what I want, ambitious and hungry for Hulu meat, talking and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. Kill kill kill! Killing to the fullest, killing to the last of one's own spiritual power, killing to the dark, sun and moon.
Kill one do whatever you want, kill one heartily.
One person faced tens of thousands of people, but it was as if he would be approaching the summit, looking at the mountains and small mountains, and the pride in his heart broke out. He glanced at the dark sea of Zhenwu Realm before him, and suddenly screamed, everyone in Zhenwu Realm When the palms were sweating, he laughed: "Who dares to fight?!"
His gaze swept across the audience arrogantly but coldly, the dark tide in front of him, his expression nervous, all retreated!
Behind him, there is not no one, a team of 10,000 people, impressively following him from beginning to end. Overcome the thorns and thorns for the idol in your heart, anyone who dared to approach Xu Yangyi within 500 meters, even if he died, would kill them on the scene!
Everyone is injured.
But no one is deterred!
There is no order, no convening, only a figure that is not too tall for himself, to fight a **** road ahead. Never had a conversation, but gave back to these people who didn't know him at all.
Who dares to fight! The four characters are like thunder, there is no boundless army, no one dares to answer, no one dares to answer!
Wu Shengguan’s call for battle is nothing more than this.
He didn't mind, his figure flickered, and the sword was as **** as the sword, and dozens of blood springs surged crazily wherever he passed. Become the background of the killer.
The sun has lost its color and the sky has lost its luster. Only in the midst of this tens of millions of battles can you truly feel that you have climbed the mountains and the valleys, traveled by the clouds, and the world is small and all people, the only heroic and heroic clouds ~ IndoMTL.com ~ ask all the real martial heroes! Who dares to fight? ! "He looked up to the sky again and shouted, thunder rolled over, and the True Martial World was beheaded face to face, but no one dared to answer.
One hundred and forty thousand people were unarmed, and no one was a man.
The guts are broken.
A long roar invites to fight, shocking Baili. Right at the forefront of the battlefield, Su Changqing's spear pointed at the sky, behind him, the two-character "Zhengyuan" dragon flag was hunting and flying, tens of thousands of golden armies circled around, and there was nothing to resist.
As soon as the sound of who would dare to come to his ears came into his ears, his eyes suddenly became blood-red, and he turned his head suddenly, with the same long roar of a dragon, turning away with golden light.
"Dare to deceive me, there is no one in the real martial arts!?" In angrily, the spear broke through the clouds, and the spiritual energy lingered on his body, a golden giant tiger unexpectedly condensed and rushed over with a roar.
On the other side, the heart of the white lotus is like swimming among the flowers, misty among the swords, light clouds covering the moon, no one can see the trajectory of his sword, and wherever he passes, the head is full.
He confessed that he escaped.
When things came, he still didn't want to fight the demon. He didn't think he could beat him, so he chose to leave the spearhead. Although he saw the man from the beginning.
But the voice of the invitation to the battle at this moment simply gave him a fierce slap. A few hours ago, the shame, the pain of dignity being torn apart in public, the tide surged in my heart.
He thought he could bear it, but...
He couldn't help it!
"Zhuzi is bold!!!" The sky full of sword shadows suddenly shrank, and the group of cultivating squads in front of them gritted their teeth were already preparing to explode, but when they saw that god-and-monster-like cultivator rose into the sky, a long roar reached his heart: "True man Come to fight you!!"
It's not just him, Xu Yangyi's voice is like launching a rallying number. In an instant, seventeen auras soared into the sky. Before they rose into the air, all of them exhibited his golden core vision.