Games come to all worlds

The situation on the battlefield exceeded many people's expectations.

No one thought that the battle would end so quickly, and no one thought that Huang Feihu would not defend at all, just exchanging lives for lives.

It is estimated that the dead Hongjin people are all stupid. He originally thought that he would attack it by himself, Huang Feihu would block it, and they would fight for dozens of rounds, and then he would activate the Five Elements Taoist Technique and kill it to win.

Who knew that Huang Feihu didn't have any skills at all and was just here to drag someone into trouble? Who could he ask to reason with?

This time, he died even more cowardly than last time.

The battle between the two of them also made everyone understand that today was indeed extraordinary.

Sanqing, who was drinking tea and chatting, Nuwa, who was playing with her children, and Ersheng, who was discussing the conspiracy, all stopped what they were doing and looked here with frowns.

All the luck in the world has gathered in the sky above the battlefield outside Chuanyunguan.

The winner will enjoy the destiny alone, and the loser will be on the list of gods.

The key to becoming the world's leader is here!

Di Xin clenched his fists, tightened the reins, and shouted: "Huang Feihu, King of Wucheng of Yin Shang, wins!"

"Win! Win! Win!"

The soldiers and generals behind him stood up and shouted, their momentum rising layer by layer.

"Who dares to fight!"

"We will go there at the end of the week!"

"allow!"

Zhou Ji is one of the four generals under Huang Feihu. He is good at using a big ax and is a mortal general.

They were among the people who had a heart-to-heart talk last night.

Ji Fa opposite took a deep breath, feeling extremely reluctant to give up. It would be a great thing if such a hero could continue to serve the world.

However, the task of conferring gods is very important. They go to heaven as gods, serve heaven, and also serve the world.

"Is anyone going to fight?"

The military formation was quiet for a while. Zhou Ji was just an ordinary mortal general. It would be too embarrassing for an immortal to end up like this. However, the other generals were frightened by Huang Feihu's courage and could not recover for a while.

"I come!"

A very young child came out on horseback, holding a spear that did not fit his body shape.

This person is Huang Tianxiang, the fourth son of Huang Feihu, and some shadows of Huang Feihu can be seen between his eyebrows.

His situation is different from Huang Tianhua. He has been with his father since he was a child and did not leave to become a disciple. He has a deep relationship with Huang Feihu.

Because of this, he deeply remembered that Di Xin intended to humiliate his mother and aunt. In order to preserve their reputation, his mother and aunt died dancing to the heart.

At that time, although his father was still loyal to the Yin Shang, he still led them through the five passes to fight out the Yin Shang and join Xiqi.

This time he started over, and when he saw that his mother and aunt were still alive, he immediately asked his father to take them out again.

His father agreed, but for some reason he changed his mind. No matter what he said, he couldn't change his heart.

So, he was alone on the road to Xiqi.

In this way, if the whole family is killed by Di Xin, someone will be able to avenge them.

Although he is a mortal, his marksmanship is extremely strong. He can fight Zhang Guifang for thirty rounds without losing. He even did not lose when fighting an immortal.

When Zhou Ji saw that it was the young master, he was a little stunned, but he still gritted his teeth and went to kill him with an axe.

But although Huang Tianxiang was still young at this time, he still retained the memory of his marksmanship, and his strength was only slightly stronger than the last time.

Within ten rounds, Zhou Ji was picked off his horse.

Huang Tianxiang was not prepared to kill him, and did not pursue him after knocking him off his horse. After all, he was his uncle who had lived with him since childhood, so how could he kill him.

But Zhou Ji, who was dismounted, picked up the ax and struck it with force. He had no choice but to subconsciously stab out the spear in his hand and kill him.

Seeing Zhou Ji fall down with a relieved look on his face, Huang Tianxiang felt a little at a loss.

Zhou Ji's behavior just now was completely seeking death, and he had no killing intention towards him.

Huang Tianxiang really doesn't understand. Even though he has been a man for two generations, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old and cannot understand the thoughts of his father and uncle.

"Young Master! I'm here! Let's see if your marksmanship has deteriorated!"

Huang Ming, Long Huan, Wu Qian, and three other retainers rushed out together. With Huang Tianxiang's strength, three against one did not count as bullying.

"Why are the three uncles so stubborn! Don't you also hate King Zhou?"

The last time Huang Feihu didn't intend to betray the Yin Shang Dynasty, it was the persuasion of these four uncles that convinced him.

Why has everything changed?

Did they go back three times, or did they lose some memory?

"Hahaha! Young Master, please stop asking questions and fight seriously. Otherwise, we will send you to see the general!"

Huang Tianxiang gritted his teeth and raised his gun to fight.

The three people on the opposite side did not let go and used their full strength, but that was the upper limit of their strength.

They hurt Huang Tianxiang's arm, but he was stabbed because he couldn't bear it.

It was precisely because of this knife that Huang Tianxiang was sure that the three uncles seriously wanted to kill him, so he took the cruel blow.

When he pulled the spear out of Wu Qian's chest, his hands were shaking.

After practicing martial arts for so many years, this was the first time he trembled when holding a gun.

Looking at the four people lying on the ground, Huang Tianxiang's eyes gradually blurred, tears intertwined with their blood, and slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"I'll take your life!"

A loud female voice came from Di Xin's camp, which was particularly loud in this battlefield filled with almost all men.

However, Huang Tianxiang was still in grief on the battlefield. When he heard the sound of horse hooves approaching, he looked up and saw a colorful stone coming towards his face.

He was hit in the left eye and fell off his horse.

When he stood up, he saw Deng Chanyu riding a horse and rushing up aggressively.

Huang Tianxiang subconsciously took a step back, holding a gun in both hands and ready to fight. Even if he had no horse and his left eye could not see, he was not afraid of Deng Chanyu.

However, when he took a step back, he touched the bodies of Huang Feihu and the Five-Colored Divine Bull.

A wave of grief came over him, and Huang Tianxiang chose to go with them.

Deng Chanyu swung her sword and cut off Huang Tianxiang's head, and his soul flew to the Fengshen Platform.

"Barbarian woman, look at the spear!"

In Jifa's camp, Longxuhu jumped out on one leg, and the two sides started fighting again.

Although he was big, Deng Chanyu was stronger.

At the risk of losing an arm, she first cut off Longxuhu's single leg, and then took advantage of the situation to cut off his head.

Sticking the knife in the ground, Deng Chanyu looked at the Xiqi camp fiercely and shouted:

"I am the daughter of Deng Jiugong, the general of Sanshan Pass, Deng Chanyu, who dares to fight!"

The Xiqi side naturally refused to show weakness, and soon other generals came out to charge.

"On the battlefield, how can you, a woman, bark here? Watch the knife!"

Originally, these generals did not intend to go on the battlefield, because the people on the Shang side were like crazy for some reason.

But seeing Deng Chanyu with a broken arm, they still couldn't help but come forward to take this share of military merit.

Unfortunately, it was not so easy to take.

As soon as the mortal general rushed to the front, he was knocked to the ground by the five-color stone, and his head and body were separated in the next second.

Other generals who were about to come up saw this posture and retreated silently.

Jifa sighed, shook his head silently and did not force them to go to the battlefield. If such a person became a god, it would also be a disaster for the world.

Turning to look at the other camp, this battle should be escalated.