Cangling World

The retreat of the army of Yin soldiers seems to be announcing the victory of the Tianxiu City side.

But just when everyone's confidence rose and reached its peak, a mutation occurred.

In the gate of **** on the main peak of Tianxiu, a foot wearing gilt boots suddenly stepped out.

Then, a seven-foot-tall figure wearing a dark-gold armor showed his true body.

The battle armor on his body is made of fine dark golden dragon scales, which is extremely hard and exudes the breath of heavenly soldiers, giving people an unshakable feeling.

Even this person's face was covered with scales, leaving only two deep eyes that shone with cold light.

But compared to the breath of the heavenly soldier's scale armor, the coercion emanating from this person's body is even more shocking.

It was a kind of feeling that the sky and the earth were hidden. He stood there, even if he did not deliberately release his momentum, he seemed to be the only one under this sky.

It is the gods who can have such a momentum!

Even if it was only the weakest lower-ranking heavenly being, his appearance immediately made everyone in Tianxiu City fall into an ice cellar, and their hairs stood on end.

"Goodbye to the battle!"

The blade warrior turned pale in shock, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee, with a look of fear on his face.

The task entrusted to him by the wartime is to cooperate with the inside and outside for many months, capture Tianxiu City within an hour, and use this as a stronghold, capture half of Yunzhou within half a month, and rule with Yuntianzong.

But the sky didn't go as expected, and the army of Yin and Ming led by him was beaten to pieces by a mysterious young man and a grass and tree spirit, and he would definitely be brought down with boundless anger by the battle.

The blade warrior shuddered at the thought of the various tortures of the defeated in the Yinming clan.

"A piece of trash!"

With a wave of his hand, the majestic aura turned into a big palm print, and the blade warrior fan flew up to a hundred meters, breaking through pieces of boulders and towering trees along the way.

This scene not only made the army of Yin soldiers tremble, but even the strong people in Tianxiu City felt desperate.

Heavenly man.

This is the pinnacle of Yunzhou!

Among the five kingdoms, only the Yuntian Sect of the Yuntian Kingdom has a heavenly being in charge.

But that celestial being can't dissipate the near fire, and once the war begins, Tianxiu City will definitely be captured.

Blade's Edge will climb up from the ruins and kneel on the spot with a face full of fear, not daring to resist at all.

He knows that his strength is very strong, and when he uses his full strength, he can hit a blow that is comparable to that of a lower-ranking god.

But so what?

With all his strength, he couldn't even break through the scales of the battle. If he dared to resist, he would die.

What's more, in the Yin-Ming clan where the weak eat the strong, a big fist is the last word.

"War waiting, this subordinate knows it's wrong, and I'll make it up immediately!" The blade warrior spread his anger on the side of the human race, and swept away with a heavy skeleton stick.

Many powerhouses did not have time to dodge, and were smashed and flew out, and some exploded on the spot, which was very tragic.

"My subordinates are also wrong, and this will make up for it."

Remaining terrified for months and years, regardless of the injuries on his body, he used the quasi-heavenly soldier copper furnace to release a fiery three-color flame, which spread to dozens of meters away in an instant, like a sea of ​​small fire.

Unexpectedly, the battle waiter didn't take the months seriously at all. With a vertical movement, he broke the speed of sound, killed him after a few breaths, and punched him.

"You're going to kill me?"

Frightened and angry, he shouted: "I have done so much for you, and now I have to cross the river and demolish the bridge, so despicable!"

Cursing like this, he didn't dare to be careless, put away the flames around him, and rolled them towards the battle, trying to burn them into serious injuries.

not far away.

The Blade Fighter looked at this scene and scolded an idiot in a low voice.

Under the shocking eyes of the months, the fist of the battle-waiter erupted like a tidal wave, and wherever it passed, the fiery three-color flame silently extinguished.

An extremely domineering aura rolled down, and in the horrified eyes of countless people, it blew up the sky that had been covered for many months.

A dignified half-step celestial being, just like that!

"Not my race, its heart will be punished."

Zhan Hou's voice was unusually indifferent, without any emotion, as if he had killed an ant, without the slightest emotion in his eyes.

Many months of death did not arouse the sympathy of everyone.

They just think it's what they deserve.

This is the fate of betraying the human race.

It's just that, after witnessing the terrifying power of the Yin-Ning War, everyone's heart is like an ice cellar, and they can't feel any hope.

"Everyone, it seems that today is the time of our Tianxiu City's life and death. If you are willing to stay for a fight, please do your best. If you want to leave, run away!"

The King of War swallowed an elixir, stimulated his cultivation, stepped into a half-step Heavenly Man with half a foot, and spewed a mouthful of blood essence, which once again stimulated the power of the Heavenly Soldier's battle axe.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a resolute look of death.

"Oh, there are still a lot of hard bones among the human race, but unfortunately they are still too weak." Zhan Hou threw a punch, the power of heaven and earth condensed into a giant fist, attacking the war king and president Du.

"It's over!"

President Du's discoloration changed, and he pushed the pill furnace with all his strength, releasing a fiery flame.

The King of War took the initiative to attack, jumped to the sky, and fell with a battle axe.

In the battle axe, there was a roar, as if roaring, and cut off part of Tianwei.

But just listening to the rumbling sound, the giant fist of the battle smashed the flame of President Du like a rotten rot, knocked the battle axe, and the violent breath rolled down, tearing the chests of the war king and President Du.

They both fell in a pool of blood, no longer able to fight.

"Don't be mad!"

Taoist Zizhu's voice sounded.

Through nearly a thousand years of accumulation, and today's leap-forward breakthrough, he realized the realm of the unity of human and machine. In the realm, half a foot has stepped into a half step of heaven and man.

The Earthquake Seal swelled to the size of a mountain, and smashed down with the strength of a million tigers, which was comparable to a blow from heaven and man.

"when!"

Hong Zhong's trembling voice spread, and everyone was shocked by the shock wave, and all within a radius of 100 feet were emptied.

The ground centered on the collision point was deeply recessed, as if it had been smashed by a huge spherical meteorite.

After the blow, Daoist Zizhu retreated a hundred feet, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

On the other hand, in the battle between Yin and Ming, he always stood on the spot and did not retreat half a step.

Judgment!

The hope that everyone had just raised was extinguished again, and their eyes dimmed.

Compared to everyone's slump, Taoist Zizhu was extremely excited.

He found that although he was injured, the sycamore leaves were automatically refined, and the life essence flowed, and the injury was restored in an instant, and the mark between the eyebrows was solidified.

"Take another blow from me!"

Taoist Zizhu took the initiative to attack.

He knew that Lin Luo had not made a move for a long time, and he must have expected that he would be able to accelerate the refining of Wutong leaves under pressure, and then break through the realm.

He knew that Lin Luo was training himself!

Thinking of getting more of the "Spirit Swallowing Method" from Lin Luo after his meritorious deeds, Taoist Zizhu let out a high-pitched roar.

"Boom!"

The two top powerhouses fought against each other, nothing fancy, some were just pure power duels.

As the battle waiting for the lower gods, his random strikes surpass a million tigers in power.

And Daoist Zizhu, after entering the realm of human-machine unity, can make an infinite number of peak blows, which is also equivalent to a lower-level heavenly being.

After dozens of rounds of fighting, Taoist Zizhu found that the leaves of the sycamore were completely refined, and the mark between the eyebrows was finally solidified, flashing bright purple light.