Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 560 A Last Stand

"Destroy it for me!"

Yinglong roared wildly, a pair of dragon eyes stood upright, and the whole dragon head was dripping with blood, making it look extremely ferocious, like a peerless ferocious beast, not a real dragon.

Under his feet, the Demon God Dao Realm was completely separated, the Dao Yun dissipated, and became two ordinary Dao Realms.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

The demon emperor kept roaring, and a sullen shadow appeared behind him, filled with the aura of a king.

"Kill kill kill!!"

The nine-tailed celestial fox, the water ape great sage, the underworld demon snake and other powerful foreign races roared with blood all over their bodies, integrating all the power of their blood into the 'Ten Thousand Demons Array'.

They all know that this is a battle that will determine the survival of the race.

All hands on deck!

Inherited for thousands of generations, they have shocked the past and the present, and are unmatched by anyone. Now that they are going through hundreds of calamities, they must use their undefeated will and unyielding fighting spirit to carve out a world.

Even if the demon blood stains the sky, even if the demon corpse is broken into thousands of pieces, even if the demon soul has nowhere to return, they are still willing to do so.

The supreme demon power surged up, shattering the void and shattering the power of three thousand laws!

The heaven and earth shook, as if they were about to be overthrown!

"The power of the stars is for me to use!"

Guiguzi's expression remained unchanged as he took one step forward. His thin body suddenly grew taller and taller.

Behind him, the void broke apart layer by layer, and a vast universe emerged, with the sun and moon in the sky, and the stars shining brightly until a galaxy evolved and revolved around him.

He alone is the center of the galaxy!

Countless rays of light from the stars fall down, covering the boundless exquisite chessboard. The power of hundreds of schools of thought shines through the world, and their energy flows across the sky, and their immortal power surges.

Boom!

Yinglong, who had merged with the power of ten thousand monsters, hit the exquisite chessboard again, making a world-shaking roar.

However, the exquisite chessboard is still as stable as a mountain, and it keeps pressing down with the power to suppress the world.

Boom!

boom

Ying Long gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and was hit again and again. Even though his scalp was damaged, his dragon scales fell off, and his blood flowed like a waterfall, he did not give up.

Hang in there!

As long as the reinforcements from the three holy places arrive, he will be able to usher in the final victory!

If he gives up now, he will be directly suppressed by Linglong Chessboard, his body will die, his soul will disappear, and his true spirit will no longer exist.

In the vast land, the war still continues.

The loud sounds of fighting, the harsh clash of weapons, and the desperate wails are endless and touching.

Whether it was the soldiers of the Great Qin Holy Court or the soldiers of the Ten Thousand Demons Holy Court, they were all red-eyed and charged in the blood mist, undulating like waves.

Someone wields a war weapon and becomes the executioner of death!

Someone spurted blood and fell to the ground, returning to the arms of death!

At this time, this huge and fierce battle had been going on for most of the day!

The setting sun is like blood!

At the border of the Ten Thousand Demons Holy Court, the situation changes suddenly.

Countless terrifying auras came from three directions, the blood was overwhelming, the evil energy was surging, the murderous intent was endless, and the power of the emperor was overwhelming!

"Are you coming?"

Han Xin raised his eyebrows and looked straight ahead, his eyes like swords filled with energy and fighting spirit.

The blood in his body began to boil!

"Buzz~"

As if sensing the master's excitement, the sword in his hand began to tremble violently, making a crisp sword cry.

It seems that there is a silent voice calling for battle!

The war sword has spirit, and it also longs for a fight!

"Qiang Qiang Qiang"

There was a sound of weapons being unsheathed.

Three million elite soldiers slowly drew their weapons, their eyes cold and murderous.

"Stop!"

When the troops of the Holy Clan of the Lin Clan and the Jinding Inn were about to cross the Blood River at Shengtian Academy, Han Xin suddenly pulled out his sword and slashed it three times in a row with unparalleled sharpness.

Three ten thousand-foot sword energy condensed and struck towards the sky.

Suddenly, the void burst and three chasms appeared!

"stop!"

The strong men in the three holy places were also startled by the sudden appearance of sword energy. They hurriedly stopped in front of the broken void, sensing the remaining power of the sword law, and felt lingering fear in their hearts.

One step further, I don’t know how many people died tragically under this sword energy!

"Who is it? You dare to attack the Holy Land army and seek death?"

Immediately, Yizun Zongzong roared, furious, and kept looking around, trying to find the person who took action.

"Found it!"

Bo Zhong, the strongest, was the first to spot Han Xin. With a murderous look in his eyes, he led the disciples of Shengtian Academy and swooped away.

The troops of the Great Qin Holy Court must be punished!

"Follow up!"

"Leave no one behind!"

Soon, the powerful men from the Lin Saint Clan and the Jinding Inn also discovered Han Xin's traces. Without hesitation, they immediately launched an attack.

Three terrifying auras shrouded the land around Han Xin.

The earth is cracking and collapsing continuously!

The river of blood surges and reverse currents begin!

"Send the order and gather the spirit of the army!"

"This battle is our first battle, and it depends on whether we can obtain the designation!"

"With the river of blood as the boundary, we fight with our backs against the water. If anyone takes a step back, we will be severely punished!"

Han Xin ordered murderously.

He clenched his sword tightly and swung it suddenly, and the cold sword light burst out, forming a sword energy of ten thousand feet, and the bloody light was bright, and it slashed towards the nearest Bo Zhong.

He possesses the peak cultivation level of the Origin Great Emperor Realm, which is stronger than all the strong men in the three holy places!

Among the three holy lands, only Bo Zhong and the ancestors of the Lin family's holy clan have reached the original great emperor realm, and they are all in the early stages and do not pose any threat.

However, the many powerful men in the three holy lands are a problem!

"Holy Sword Formation, Ning!"

Realizing the terror of the enemy, Bo Zhong's pupils shrank, and without hesitation, he ordered in a deep voice.

Millions of disciples of Shengtian Academy heard the words, squeezed them with both hands, and the Eight Dou Cai Qi soared into the sky, forming a sea of ​​literary energy, condensing countless swords of literary and Dao, and their sharp edges were revealed.

"go!"

Bo Zhong's eyes flashed with a stern look, and the sword light was crisscrossed, like a long river, running through the sky, with endless power.

In comparison, the sword energy displayed by Han Xin seemed extremely small.

However, this tiny sword was like a strike from an immortal god, easily shattering the sword river and cutting off thousands of sword energies.

"So strong!"

Bo Zhong staggered, his pupils tightened, and his face was full of shock.

He couldn't believe that the attack that broke out after gathering the strength of all the disciples of Shengtian Academy could not even withstand Han Xin's sword.

Is there such a powerful person in the Great Qin Holy Court?

Why have I never heard of it?

"Let's take action together!"

At this time, the ancestor of the Lin family flew over, his face was cold, and his body was surrounded by sword energy, and he killed him.

"Just ants!"

Seeing another original emperor warrior, Han Xin didn't care. The corners of his mouth turned up with a sarcastic smile. The sword in his hand was raised, and the bloody sword energy hit the sky.

This sword carries the meaning of humiliation!

The Sword of Crotch Humiliation!

Thirty times the power!

boom!

This statue was so powerful that it seemed to be able to suppress the ancestor of the Wangu Lin clan. It was directly chopped into pieces by a sword and turned into a bloody mist.

"Ancestor!"

Millions of Lin clan members shouted, grief-stricken, their whole bodies trembling, their eyes filled with anger and helplessness.

"this"

Bo Zhong was also startled, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and it was as cold as head to toe. He looked at Han Xin with eyes filled with fear. This was too powerful.

The ancestor of the Lin family's holy clan, who was also a warrior in the original Great Emperor realm, looked like an ant in front of Han Xin.

"escape!"

Without hesitation, Bo Zhong tore through the void and fled into the distance. In terms of strength, he was a little stronger than the ancestor of the Lin family, but not by much.

The ancestor of the Lin family was killed with a sword!

How many swords can he hold?

Two swords?

Or three swords?

Faced with life and death and hatred, he chose the former without reservation.

(End of chapter)