In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine in the vein of Yuling mountain was projected from the East. On the bare mountain peak, there was a faint golden light, and the clouds were misty and quiet.

"Boom."

As the sky became brighter, the world suddenly trembled. Many figures in valley buildings rose into the sky, and then they were suspended in the air and fell on the mountains.

"Whoosh."

The figures are like locusts crossing the border, dense, floating in the air, like dark clouds covering the top, covering the sky and the earth.

In all directions, there are ten lineups. Looking around, there are nearly tens of millions of people who block the sky and the sun. The breath fluctuations gather together, which also makes the surrounding air surging and shocking, which is difficult to describe.

At this time, thousands of figures are around a huge Canyon plain. In the canyon, there are rivers and lakes across the valley, winding like a giant dragon in the canyon. The surrounding peaks are sharp and towering into the clouds. Many cliffs and cliffs vibrate, and many gravels fall into the abyss one after another, and a deep echo comes out.

Before the ten lineups, there were dozens of exceptionally strong people, perhaps standing in the air or standing on the peak.

"Whoosh."

More than ten figures rose from the sky in a large hall and suspended in the air. The first one was the respected general Ouyang Jian. He was dressed in a wide robe, with fair skin and slightly fat, which virtually gave people a sharp and extreme breath.

Behind Ouyang Jian, mu Lingluo followed the climate and vigorously installed his graceful body, which attracted many eyes around. His beautiful eyes searched for something in the surrounding lineup, and finally landed on a mountain peak, a leading man in green robes.

The lone wolf stood behind Ouyang Jian. His strong body was shrouded in black clothes, his head was slightly lowered, and his whole body had a rather strange smell. It fluctuated faintly, just like a lone wolf separated from the wolves. It showed a fierce spirit, which made people tremble for no reason.

There are also several people standing in the air. There are only a few in the early stage of the ancient realm, and the highest level of nirvana is also the one with the lowest strength.

Bing Qianli came forward, looked at Zhou Kong and said, "tomorrow, the top ten legions will go to Longji mainland. Today, the top ten legions compete for the position of deputy commander. First, iron blood legion, Han Ming."

"Whoosh."

On the eastern peak, a half old man swept out, his wide robe moved slightly, his hair was white, and his whole body was spread with a hot breath. The energy in the surrounding air fluctuated with the fluctuation. It was Han Ming, the head of the iron and blood Corps.

"The commander will win."

Behind Han Ming, there were no less than 500000 iron blood legions, and a thunderous cry broke out. Han Ming's wide robe waved back, and the sound behind him stopped.

"Second, the White Eagle legion, the blood eagle."

A bloody light swept out and fell on Han Ming's side like red lightning. The bloody clothes covered his whole body and even his head covered his long hat. The sides of the bloody robe were as wide as wings. There was a smell of blood all over his body. His eyes were shining with blood.

"Third, the beast army, crazy mouse."

A thin body swept out. The body was as thin as a dwarf and the face was as young as a boy, but the face was old-fashioned. The light of the eyes made people tremble.

"Fourth, Xingyao legion, Cheng Xing."

A burly man then floated out, his eyes like stars, and his breath quietly caused changes in the energy of heaven and earth.

"The fifth Linghuo legion, dongguanze."

The voice of ice thousands of miles just came out, and a wave of soul suddenly spread to the world of the canyon. A man nearly seven feet tall, thin and wearing a purple robe embroidered with this pattern suddenly swept out. On his handsome face, people looked quite gentle and had the impulse to get close.

The appearance of this person made mu Lingluo's eyes look at it more.

"Sixth, Xufeng corps, Zhang Lingfeng."

A thick breath surged, and a fierce man jumped out. His face was full of flesh and blood, but his breath was terrible.

"Seventh, crazy lion legion, tiger lion."

"Roar."

A roar like a tiger roaring and a lion roaring sounded through the sky. A big man with a body like an iron tower and a body like running thunder appeared around Zhang Lingfeng and others in an instant. A fierce breath surged and the air flow trembled in the surrounding air, which made Han Ming, blood eagle, crazy mouse, Cheng Xing, dongguanze and others' clothes sound like blowing hunting.

But the bodies of the people were as unshakable as a rock, but their eyes glanced at the big Han tiger and lion like the iron tower, with writing scruples in their eyes. Even dongguanze was no exception, and their eyes fluctuated slightly.

"Eighth, Yuehong legion, Ji Baimei."

The eighth figure swept out, but it was beautiful and graceful. If the shoulder was cut, the waist was like about plain, the eyebrow was like green feather, the muscle was like white snow, the face was as charming as the moon, and the eyes looked forward to life and brilliance, which was tantalizing.

As the eighth beautiful shadow swept out, countless eyes immediately brushed away. They saw 3000 green silk pulling a little, and the rest hung around their neck with hollowed out orchid pearl hairpins on their heads. With the lotus steps moving gently, they made a tinkling sound, which set off a unique style, beautiful and charming posture. The pink dress was elegant, and the skirt corners were embroidered with butterflies who wanted to fly, It is covered with a layer of white gauze. The breeze blows gently, and there is a feeling of going with the wind.

"Ninth, slaying spirit legion, slaying spirit."

As the voice of bingqianli fell down again, the bustle and noise in the sky suddenly became silent. Then, one by one, they looked at a certain mountain. On the mountain, a tall and straight figure stood quietly. It was so quiet, but there was a fierce and extreme breath around for no reason. Under this breath, Let everyone around him be eclipsed.

"Hiss."

The tall and straight figure stamped on the ground, and his body immediately stepped into the air. In a short step, the space under his feet was like shrinking to an inch, directly across the space. In one step, he came to Ji Baimei's side in the air. His skin was in sharp contrast to Ji Baimei with a faint purple gold color.

His handsome face makes Ji Baimei look at it more than she can. His face is like the moon of the Mid Autumn Festival, his color is like the flowers of spring dawn, his temples are like knives, and his eyebrows are like ink paintings. He looks at a man who should be romantic and charming, but on his face, there is an extremely fierce breath, which makes people's soul nervous. It is like the breath from Jiuyou hell, with evil spirit and Yin cold.

Everyone looked at the handsome man and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart for no reason. The man was like a moving sharp knife and a sharp axe, representing killing and bloody.

"What a powerful understanding of the profound meaning of space, what a powerful killing spirit." Lu Shaoyou looked up at the handsome young man. The handsome face was not under LAN shisan and Feiying Lingfeng, but the killing spirit was not comparable between LAN shisan and Feiying Lingfeng. Just now, the man stepped across the sky, and the understanding of the profound meaning of space was not ordinary.

"No. 10, Xiongfeng legion, Lu Shaoyou."

The last voice of bingqianli came out. When the words and sounds fell, in the air, Han Mingmu smiled, while the blood eagle, crazy mouse and others around him showed a little different look, "Captain, it's your turn." he broke the ground and whispered behind Lu Shaoyou.

Lu Shaoyou smiled quietly at the corners of his mouth. Under the eyes of many people, his toes touched the mountain ground, and his figure suddenly shot out. Then he fell on the side of the slaying spirit. His figure fell silently, and his green robe didn't float for a moment, and fell quietly.

But it was this silent fall that immediately made the killing spirit look at Lu Shaoyou, and the black eyes fluctuated.

"The White Eagle army will win."

"The crazy lion army will win."

"The regimental commander will win."... With ten figures flying over the suspended Canyon, a warm cry broke out in the surrounding sky. The sound waves rolled together and rushed into the sky like thunder.

"Everyone be quiet." Ouyang Jian's figure stepped out step by step. On his slightly fat body, a sharp breath suddenly spread. The breath surged, and Zhou Kong trembled. He stubbornly suppressed the noise of Zhou Kong for no reason. The whole Zhou Kong world began to be quiet slowly.

"It's worthy of being a high-level cultivation in the ancient world." Lu Shaoyou secretly thought that Ouyang Jian's skill has proved its strength. Every other level of cultivation in the ancient world is a gap. Ouyang Jian's high-level cultivation in the ancient world is among the absolute strong in the whole sky battlefield.

Ouyang Jian looked around, and then his voice echoed in the zhoukong mountains with the source force: "ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow we will go to the Longji continent to join the world army of the emperor and avenge our fallen compatriots and allies. I, Ouyang Jian, am the leader of our family this time."

"I've seen commander Ouyang."

In mid air, Han Ming, blood eagle, Cheng Xing and crazy mouse all salute with fists.

"I've seen commander Ouyang."

In the surrounding mountains, nearly ten million voices came out and saluted respectfully.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the war is imminent. Today, the ten legions elect a deputy commander, so that no one can unite the overall situation when I have an accident. The rules are for the scuffle between the ten regiments. The last person left is the deputy commander. At that time, all legions will have no objection and those who violate the military law will be dealt with."

Ouyang Jian's voice rolled out. Finally, his wide robe shook and said, "now the contest begins!"