Heaven-law Supreme System

Lu Wenhuan raised his head to look at the sky, and saw that Chu Xuan was standing in the void, kneeling down and worshiping again and again, and only then got up after three deductions and nine bows.

"Open the city gate!" Lu Wenhuan looked at the overwhelming Tarzi cavalry outside Chang'an City, already in the smoke and dust. Have a drink.

Wan Jun's attention, in the horrified eyes of the deputy general, Lu Wenhuan shouted again: "Open the gate of the city! This commander will go out of the city to destroy the enemy himself."

In fact, Lu Wenhuan could fly out of the city, but he wanted the soldiers to build up a heart to kill the enemy and don't be afraid of the enemy.

With a creak, the city gate opened, and Lu Wenhuan took the lead, followed by tens of thousands of soldiers.

Standing outside the city gate, Lu Wenhuan drew his sword and pointed it at the rushing army of Tarzi, and shouted: "Follow this commander to rush and capture the enemy chief alive."

The soldiers originally wanted to rush to kill, but when they saw the Tartar army like a moving steel fortress, they were afraid and hesitated.

Lu Wenhuan was angry and didn't say much. He slapped his right hand on the horse, his figure soaring into the sky, like a sharp arrow, looting towards the army of Tarzi.

When Chu Xuan saw this, he was satisfied. With a wave of his sleeves, a streamer shot towards Lu Wenhuan, and said, "The true spirit flying sword will teach you today."

Starting with the True Spirit Flying Sword, Chu Xuan's mind moved slightly to erase his mark. Lu Wenhuan bit his fingertips in his mouth, and then dripped a drop of true blood, and the True Spirit Flying Sword recognized its master.

With the magic weapon in hand, Lu Wenhuan was so courageous that he flew quickly under the gaze of the two armies.

A mere person who dared to rush into the army is truly a peerless fanatic.

The soldiers of the Tang Army were shy and ashamed, and the army of Tarzi was excited and roaring!

The army of Tartars was all mad at bullfighting. This person was too arrogant. Even a peerless master who dared to rush into the army single-handedly, there was only one result. He was torn into pieces by thousands of people and had no place to die.

With Feijian in hand, Lu Wenhuan's heart was fiery, his expression condensed, his eyes were cold and he scanned the army of Tarzi.

At least 300,000 troops are in front of him, their prestige is overwhelming, and they still can't make him afraid!

He had been promoted to the late Four Extreme Realm in an instant by Chu Xuan, with flying swords in his hands, and the army in front of him was like a wave.

The past aggrieved aggrieved, today will be returned together, must make the 300,000 Tartar army back and forth, leaving behind a body, blood flowed into a river, just give up!

"Die to death!"

Lu Wenhuan's fighting spirit was overwhelming in his chest, his murderous aura spread out, and his vigorous aura suddenly rose up.

The vast spiritual power in his body burst out unreservedly, rippling waves around his body, layers of light waves.

The aura in the air trembled endlessly, like a tide aura, endlessly converging towards the true spirit flying sword.

Yin!

A shocking sound of swords, turned into a dragon, resounded through the world!

The True Spirit Flying Sword was conceived by the dragon's breath from Chu Xuan, and it was already contaminated with a dragon's breath!

The spiritual energy is like a tide, swallowed by the true spirit flying sword, the endless sword energy burst out, and the sword shadows occupy the world.

Lu Wenhuan's thoughts moved, his hands were pinched repeatedly, and the endless sword energy in the void condensed into a golden dragon.

The sword spirit sits on the hilt and breathes out a trace of dragon breath, blessing and sword aura.

A long sword of hundreds of feet is gathered in the void, and the dragon's breath is blessed, and the sword power is even more monstrous!

The long sword of the Hengyuan Void was not fully formed, however, the coercion that broke out was huge, and the momentum turned into the shocking blood of the great river scouring the army of Tarzi.