Archfiend Chapter 830: : The First Battle of the Ancestral Court (2)

"Boom..." A huge ball of fire spread across the sky, and the terrifying Tianjiao-class Jindan swept the audience under the pressure, a Zhu Rong virtual shadow slowly appeared, a middle-aged man bit his lip and roared : "Insulting my true martial arts world, it is fortunate to die!! The real person today must cut you before the army!!"

On the other side, infinite clouds shrouded, entangled as a thin young man, and these dark clouds did not disperse, behind him formed a woman in ancient costume with a mask and an umbrella.

"The dregs dare to be rampant!" Just as the vision condensed, the thin young man let out a heart-piercing scream, like a moonlit ghost crying: "'Ghost Dao Sansheng' Chu Wumian takes your flag today!!"

The moment he turned into a black cloud and went away, below him, tens of thousands of true martial arts monks who described ghosts and charms all knelt halfway, like the wilderness crying to the grave, and the voice spread thousands of miles: "Kill without mercy!"

The tiger roars into the mountain forest, Su Changqing glares glaringly, only the opponent is in his eyes, the giant tiger behind him is gusty, and the killing air makes the surrounding people afraid to enter.

"Boom..." He did not fly, but stepped on the sky with one foot, like an ordinary person running. As soon as the foot fell, the sky was covered with infinite spider web patterns, and then lifted and then fell, like a giant walking in the sky. Surrounded by endless mountain fog and white clouds, all the spears in his hand were gathered together, and the purple electricity was rushing, like a dragon and clouds.

In the rear of the Dajin Dynasty, before the drum was clicked, the countless people around Liu Mingyang, the prime minister, saw this scene, and the drums sounded like rain, shaking the earth. The sound of cheering resounded throughout the sky!

"Looking for Wansheng! Wansheng! Wanwansheng!!!"

Su Changqing hadn't heard of it, but there was only the figure in his eyes. The violent wind blew his blood-red robe, and rushed over.

The army called the battle before, so why don't you cut it?

On the other side, Bai Lianxin was covered in blood, with white cloth wrapped around her hands, white cloth wrapped around the sword, her hands kept constantly, the sword did not fall, the eyes did not squint, and the sky was flying.

Jian Hua Jinghong, breaking the cloud and cutting the fog. No anger, no screaming, only murderous intent.

He even has a belief that this sword will kill Xu Yangyi!

There is no one behind him. Instead, following thousands of monks wearing profound armor, I saw him rising to the sky at this moment. After taking a glance at the direction he was going, he knelt down and shouted: "Kill one and a hundred! Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

Seventeen visions came suddenly. At the moment when Xu Yangyi was approaching, the brilliant aura rushed straight into the sky, quickly filled the gaps, agitated into a white beam of light, and spread wildly.

"This...this is..." Nearby, there was a circle of thousands of people in the True Martial Realm team. The captain's pupils twitched, and then fled outside like crazy: "Escape...Run away!! Their aura is unexpected Caused a ban on the battlefield!!"

The people around were stunned, and then immediately fled out frantically.

But... they are not fast enough.

"Boom!" The white beam of light was overwhelming in an instant, and the true martial arts monks who hadn't escaped in a radius of 10,000 meters were swallowed up in an instant, without a trace.

In the center of the beam of light, eighteen people face each other, killing intent in the wild.

The cultivator who escaped by chance looked at everything in front of him in shock. The seventeen people on their side... everyone was a stomping and shocked character, and now... actually all of them besieged and killed Lupus?

And their aura... actually caused the battlefield ban?

This is not a big formation or a legion. The aura of the eighteen people is so powerful? !

In the rear, Liu Mingyang's eyes flashed and quickly swept across the entire battlefield. This beam of light was so powerful that it had already attracted many people, whether Huaxia or Zhenwu.

The last picture he wants to see!

"The drum..." he gritted his teeth.

The messenger around him stayed, and immediately said subconsciously: "But...they, they..."

He dare not go on.

They... are all defeated men of wolf poison!

The last time 22 people didn't stop, this time 17 people could stop it?

"Zhengxiang’s order, do you dare to question it?" Liu Mingyang turned his head to look at the opponent, killing intent in his eyes: “The battle of generals...this is the real battle of generals! Even if they die, they have to give Ben Die on the battlefield! Die in a hundred battles!"

A few seconds later, a bleak horn sounded from the side of a huge drum in the sky.

I don't know when, a group of burly men in red, ten people holding an unknown horn, blowing with all their strength.

The horns have a long rhythm, rolling up the stormy waves in my heart, and letting blood go from scorching heat to boiling. At this moment, Liu Mingyang stood quietly in front of the drum, and thousands of golden dragon flags around him burst out, flying in the wind!

On each side, there are hundreds of meters tall, with the blood-red word Zhenwu on it, which makes people unable to look away. At the same time, a dense drum of war sounded like thunder!

"Dong dong dong..." The blood tremor shook the atrium. Every time it strikes, the sky trembles once, and the violent wind screams out from the horn. The mighty and majestic wind is hidden in thousands of volumes, and the majestic atmosphere is alone.

The horn was long and the drums stopped abruptly. Immediately afterwards, the cheers of the landslide and tsunami erupted from the unknown number of people around Liu Mingyang.

"Zhenwu Wansheng! Wansheng! Wanwansheng!!!"

Liu Mingyang stepped forward, and said to Baili: "Zhan Langfang! Award ten top-grade spirit stones! Capture Langfang alive, reward 20 top-grade spirit stones!!"

"Boom, boom..." The military music sounded, shaking the world. Seventeen Tianjiao among the beams of light stunned slightly, turned their heads and knelt on the ground, and when they stood up again, there was already a touch of determination in their eyes.

The prime minister is telling them that they cannot retreat in this battle. Even if you use forbidden techniques, even if you become a waste, you are never allowed to come down!

Because... This has unintentionally formed the perfect conditions for a general battle! Thousands of people are spectators! They... can't afford to lose! Dajin can't afford to lose! Zhenwu can't afford to lose!

Taking a deep breath, Su Changqing rushed out with a golden light behind him, turned into an aura spear, surrounded by purple electricity, was caught in his hand, staring at Xu Yangyi: "Zhenwu Realm, Dajin Dynasty, marching forward, vowing to kill wolf poison !"

The ghosts wailed one after another, Bai Lianxin put away the long sword in his hand, and a lone lamp appeared, and his eyes also looked like death: "True Martial World, Dajin Dynasty, Chasing Soul Cave Heaven Dao Zi Bai Lianxin, come to challenge!"

"Hugh is rampant! Yingui Dongtian Daozi Chu Wumian will kill you here!" "The son of Zhengnan King Gao Tianyuan is here to fight!"

One by one the golden core vision burst into the sky, Xu Yangyi did not speak, proudly looked at the seventeen princes in front of him. He understood that this was the most elite battle between the dynasty and the Dao Tong. When the news of these people's death spread in all directions, the first attack of the True Martial Realm could not proceed.

In the two battles, he finally understood his footing. Rather than rushing into the crowd to be ten thousand, but raising his own banner, invincible.

Only kill high-end combat power. Let his name be the nightmare of those cultivators who support the faith of the True Martial Realm, so that no one dares to fight on a battlefield where he comes!

Breaking off the knuckles and making a creaking sound, he proudly said: "The only hero drives tigers and leopards, and there is no hero who is afraid of Xiong Feng."

"You guys, go together."

Silence.

Don't take them seriously! Still laughing at them as Xiong Feng? If the humiliation and shame of Wanjun before, if they can bear it, they are not worthy of being called Tianjiao!

"I don't know how to live or die!!!" A spiritual light blazed, a young man in a long robe shouted loudly, and the spirit crane rushed into the sky, pulling out a trembling figure in this pure white world.

One transformation into ten, ten transformations into one hundred, thousands of figures appeared, and they all stabbed Xu Yangyi.

"Who do you think you are? The last time you were lucky! This time you must be killed here!" "Miscellaneous...today let you know the strength of Zhenwu Realm Tianjiao!" . Very ridiculous!" "When the real person cuts off your head, I wonder if you can still laugh!"

A dozen violent shouts sounded at the same time, a piece of spiritual light shining thousands of miles, Xu Yangyi took a deep breath, and thirty-two times the spiritual power burst out! In an instant, the entire sky-reaching beam was almost collapsed!

"Buzzing..." The sky is shaking, and even the white pillars of aura that divide the battlefield cannot cover the surging spiritual power! Finally, one after another, they all looked here.

"This is..." At one end of the battlefield, a Chinese monk led his squad, which had been besieged by countless people, but when this piece of spiritual power was violent, he had looked over in disbelief.

"Lymphomaniac...This is the real Wolfman! The real Wolfman has taken action!!"

Among the beams of light, eighteen figures are faintly visible. One of them is the spirit leader Wolf Du, the spiritual leader of Mount Qingcheng!

In a trance~IndoMTL.com~ the sword came, but... this team suddenly broke out stronger than before, and was not annihilated by a single blow.

"Blooming..." They are surrounded by aura, which is a manifestation of the overdraft of Shouyuan. Everyone was wounded, but their eyes looked at the beam of light extremely hot.

General battle...

The strongest decisive battle under Yuan Ying! The names that used to become their own nightmares are all in it! The soul chaser, the long-distance journey, the three lives of ghosts, the real person of Mianlong, the king of blood... everyone's bounty is more than tens of millions. Now... Finally, he and Xu Zhenren have formed a general battle pattern!

They... don't want to die!

They...want to see the end of the battle in that beam of light, otherwise...they won't be stunned!

"Stick this seat!!" The team leader roared hoarsely: "The beam of light is immortal, the flying dragon team is immortal!! Huaxia Wansheng!!!"

This hoarse voice made the eyes of the remaining dozens of monks crimson in an instant, a ray of aura bursting, all of them overdrawn their lifespan, the sword in his hand was firmly held to death, and he roared with all his strength: "China Wansheng!!"

"Pump!" On the other side, a blade of light split a young female sister's body in half. However, the female sister's dying gaze did not look at her opponent, but at the pillar of light.

The battle of the generals...This is the battle of the generals...

It's a pity...I can't see anymore...

Parents...husband...daughter...I...I can't seem to take care of it anymore...

But...I can't see the end, I'm really unwilling...

The cultivator of the True Martial Realm who split her in half was about to kill him with a long sword full of blood. At this moment, he shook all over and looked at the female cultivator like a ghost.

I don’t know if he heard it wrong, he actually seemed to hear the female cultivator say: Huaxia Wansheng?

I've been cut to pieces, can I still speak?