Chapter 829

This drum has thoroughly aroused the morale of the Zhenwu community.

Xu Yangyi's eyes twinkle. There must be brave men under the heavy reward. However, this method can only be used once.

"Ladies and gentlemen." His figure turned into a black light, rushing across the boundless Kuroshio, shaking Qingcheng: "Huaxia Wansheng!! Wansheng! Wansheng

"Huaxia Wansheng!! Wansheng! Wansheng The friars below let out a roar, and the white tide rushed towards the Kuroshio with ten huge arrays.

"Kill!" At the same time, the murderous atmosphere of the Kuroshio burst out, with a sea of people several times more than that of the white tide, carrying the sky full of sword light, endless floating boats, and war puppets, rolling towards Qingcheng Mountain.

The city is covered with black clouds, and the sun is shining.

The decisive battle, which had been suppressed for two years, broke out at this moment, here and now.

"Wu Wu Wu!" At the moment when the bleak bugle sounded, Su Changqing suddenly pressed his face armor and rushed out alone. The wind blew his bloody cloak. The long gun slanted to the ground and pulled out a hot spark in the air. With him in the lead, he was flanked by a row of golden tides and thundered at the same time.

Faster and faster, more and more urgent, but uniform, no one to compete, no one behind. The silent God of death opens his wings, tramples on the prelude of killing, and casts the color of death. It's a golden tsunami.

"Shulala!" In the tsunami, a dragon flag was raised, and the word "Zheng Yuan Hou" leaped to Qingcheng.

Six expeditionary forces of Jin Dynasty, attack!

Looking from Qingcheng Mountain, the sky, which is 50000 meters in the center, suddenly closes from both sides. The dead black and the silent white are about to interweave the splendor of death. Sunshine, also from the earth, to more and more narrow, finally... Only a gap.

It's like Taiji.

Five thousand meters... Three thousand meters... One thousand meters

Fatal Frame.

At that moment, there was no sound.

The wind stopped, the clouds stopped, the world seemed to stop.

Sunshine, completely drowned by the killing. There is only black and white blood left in this world.

The next second, a shaking earth, tens of thousands of miles of shouts burst out!

"Kill!"

Sword battle across the sky, gold gas Su, banners yingri colorful clouds fly!

The fog surged and the clouds broke. At the front, it was not the monks on both sides of the mercury field, but a large array, like a mobile fortress. Some are surrounded by stars, some are connected with heaven and earth, and some are rootless. Just opposite them, in the Kuroshio, there were all kinds of big formations. It's like an aircraft carrier in the sky, surrounded by monks as dense as locusts.

Thunder and lightning filled the air, and the murderous spirit of both sides climbed to the peak. Millions of auras shine together, and the endless sword light completely submerges the sky.

The magnificent aura shines on the sky for hundreds of thousands of miles, and the collision between the two is like Mars hitting the earth. However, hearing the "boom" sound of thunder, one of the first to bear the brunt is a gold shadow hundreds of meters tall, with clouds rising under his feet, stepping on the tortoise and pressing the golden sword. At the moment of the handover of the two armies, the 300 meter nimble gold sword came out, bringing up the mountain fog.

"Zhenwu sect of Taoism is here!" Thousands of people drank without fear: "who dares to fight!"

Before the words came down, the sword was surging, and the light could not cover the power of the sword. However, at this moment, thousands of sword lights suddenly burst out in the real martial arts world, such as locusts passing through, rivers falling down, carrying all over the sky, blocking the sword.

"Boom!" The resplendent light devoured the two figures, and a column of light burst out in the crowd. And then it spread wildly.

This is a duel between array and array. Once an outsider enters, it will turn into ashes in an instant. The terrible aura of the two arrays, like the Bohai Sea, divided the surrounding ten thousand meters, forming a heart shaking vacuum.

"How dare the thieves in the lower world steal my Zhenwu name!" With a violent drink, ten thousand swords returned to their ancestral home. Within the white light, a sword lotus with an area of 1000 meters is in full bloom before the shadow of emperor Zhenwu. In the lotus, there are new lotus, hundreds of meters high. In each lotus, a monk in black stands proudly.

"I don't want to kill nobody." Zhenwu Xuying raises the golden sword and the sound is like thunder.

"Yushitai of the Jin Dynasty, come here to take your dog's life!" With this sound, the sword lotus disintegrates and turns into a boundless sword rain.

Ten thousand swords fly.

At the same time, thousands of Taoists stepped on the seven stars, and the light of their swords soared to the sky. Every sword waved immediately brought a bloody rain. Yin Xi leads the bull. There is no one to stop him. In a flash, he breaks two arrays in the world of real martial arts.

The power of Wen Shi lies in this."Better die with righteousness than live happily." The old virtual baby on the top of the sword array pressed the long sword in his hand, looked at the endless black tide in front of him, and drank with all his strength: "chop!"

"How dare Ann be presumptuous?" At the moment of the word "chop", five streamers came from the sky. Children, teenagers, youth, middle age, old age. At the same time, the white clouds in the sky are scattered, and a huge suspended mountain, which is comparable to Qingcheng Mountain, emerges from the clouds.

"Zhenwu Qingxu cave is here! I'm here to take your head

"Brush!" The huge white light column soars into the sky, and the boundless pressure of spirit tears this place into a blank battlefield again.

With the sound of "buzzing...", there are more and more white light columns, which are more and more hot. Below the mountain fog, unknowingly has turned into red, thousands of years of blood free Qingcheng Mountain, today's mountains are red. The ancestral court of Taoism is full of smoke and broken limbs.

Just when the battlefield was divided, all the friars had crossed the pillar of light and rushed to the enemy's hinterland.

"Annihilate the prime minister in Qingcheng!" Liu Mingyang's whole body trembles because of his excessive killing intention and excitement. The snow is dark, the flag painting is withered, the wind is full of drums, and the sky is full of killing, which permeates everyone's soul. His whole body dances without wind. Suddenly, his eyes are awe inspiring and he looks at one place.

There... A gap was quickly torn open. About 10000 people followed one. It was like Moses' water dividing stick. There was no real martial arts monk around who dared to step forward!

Xu Yangyi takes the lead. The horizontal sword immediately fights all over the world. The two armed blades sweep the four fields. There is no one in the real ten step hundred people!

Chongxiao completely spread out, caused by cold light, flesh and blood blurred. Under the boundless rain of blood, he stood as if he were the God of death in hell.

In the face of such a tragic scene, it's strange that all the monks in the real martial arts world just raised their long guns together, and no one dares to cross the thunder pool!

General.

This is the real general of the other side!

Knowing that there are all kinds of rewards for killing each other, however, in the face of death like each other, the overwhelming murderous spirit even surpasses the golden elixir's power. However, in the face of each other's cold eyes, without the slightest pity, all the true martial arts monks' hearts are cold, and no one dares to brush their tassels.

"Brush..." the blood rain around Xu Yangyi fell into the air, and he took a deep breath of the bloody air. In the strong desire to kill, he even took half clear.

This is what I want. I want to eat the meat of the Huns and drink the blood of the Huns. Kill! Kill to the full, kill to their last point of spiritual power, kill to the dark, the sun and the moon.

Kill one at will, kill one heartily.

Facing tens of thousands of people, one person seems to be on the verge of the top. He looks at all the small mountains, and his pride is completely burst out. He looks at the dark sea of Zhenwu world in front of him, and roars. Just when everyone in Zhenwu world is sweating, he laughs: "who dares to fight?"

His eyes swept the whole room with pride and coldness. In front of the vast black tide, he looked nervous and gave up!

Behind him, there was no one, but a ten thousand people group, following him from beginning to end. Cut through the thorns and thorns for your idol. Anyone who dares to get close to Xu Yangyi within 500 meters, even if they are killed, will be killed at the scene!

Everyone is injured.

But no one is deterred!

No command, no call, only with their own not too tall figure, to kill a bloody road ahead. They never talk, but they give their backs to people they don't know.

Who dares to fight! The four characters are like thunder. There is no army, no one dares to answer, no one dares to answer!

There is nothing better than that.

He didn't mind. His figure flashed, and the light of the sky blade was like blood. Dozens of blood springs were surging up where he passed. It's the background of killing God.

The sun lost its color and the sky lost its luster. In this kind of ten million level war, we can really feel the heroic spirit of climbing mountains, facing valleys, riding on the clouds, all things and people in the world.

"Ask all the heroes of Zhenwu! Who dares to fight? " Once again, he raised his head to heaven and yelled. The thunder rolled by. The real martial arts world was killed face to face, but no one dared to answer.

One hundred and forty thousand people broke the armour, but none of them was a man.

The gall color is broken.

A long cry, invited to fight, shocked a hundred miles. At the front of the battlefield, Su Changqing pointed his spear to the sky. Behind him, the Dragon flag with the word "March far" was flying. Tens of thousands of Jinjia troops surrounded him. Where he passed, he could not resist.

At this time, who dare to fight in his ears, his eyes suddenly blood red, suddenly turned back, the same long roar, body golden light suddenly away."An dares to deceive me. There is no one in the real martial arts world!" In the rage, the spear broke through the clouds and the sun, and the aura of his body lingered. Unexpectedly, a golden tiger came out and roared.

On the other side, Bai Lian's heart is like swimming in the flowers. The light cloud covers the moon. No one can see the path of his sword. Where he passes, his head is full.

He admitted that he had escaped.

When it came to the end, he still didn't want to fight with the devil. He didn't think he could beat him, so he chose to leave the spearhead. Even though he saw the man from the beginning.

But at the moment, the voice of inviting the war gave him a hard slap. A few hours ago, the humiliation, the pain of being torn apart in public, flooded my heart.

He thought he could bear it, but

He can't help it!

"The upright is bold!" All over the sky, the shadow of the sword shrinks abruptly. A group of practice teams in front of them are ready to explode, but they see the monk who is like a God and devil roaring up to their heart: "I'm here to fight you!"

It's not just him. Xu Yangyi's voice is like launching the assembly number. In a flash, seventeen miraculous lights soared into the sky. Before they ascended into the air, they all displayed their own golden elixir vision