I! The Strongest Suzerain

With a sword out, the Quartet was suddenly surging.

This sword seems to have come through eternity, causing the vicissitudes of all things in the world.

The leader was a young demon cultivator dressed in black. This demon cultivator asked about the late stage. He watched Han Feng take action and pulled out a blood-red long sword in his hand.

"Use a sword! Not bad, not bad? I also use a sword, so let's see between you and me, whose sword is sharper!"

The young Mo Xiu smiled evilly, Han Feng's sword was approaching, he raised his hand and blocked it with the sword, and his body was forced to withdraw several hundred meters away, only then did he stabilize his body.

"Not bad, good, a little strength! That's how fun!"

The young demon cultivator opened his mouth and said, then he turned his head and said to a group of demon cultivators,

"kill!"

The quality of the 50,000 demon army is very good. In the face of the 150,000 Tiangang army, they are not afraid of them. If they go up, they will kill. Breathing, in an instant, fifty thousand magic cultivators were killed and injured most of the time.

And the young demon cultivator who clamored for a sword fight with Han Feng was directly hanged and beaten by Han Feng.

"You scumbag! You have the same combat power as a spicy chicken. This seat can suppress you with one hand and you can't lift your head! If you don't have the strength, you are still pretending to be strong! Fuck! Go to hell!"

Han Feng scolded him loudly. That young demon had never been so humiliated before, so he was furious.

"Just ask the mid-term, don't be mad!"

The young demon cultivator snorted angrily, and the blood-red long sword in his hand suddenly burst into a bloodthirsty aura. The young demon cultivator was dispatched here, originally to check the information about Yueguo, and then go back to report.

As a result, he brought 50,000 troops and collided with the main force of Tiantian Gang Dao Sect. Although this was an unwise approach, the young demon cultivator was still unwilling to retreat for his own sake.

Han Feng shouted loudly at this time,

"Soldiers, kill them all to commit the devil's way, and leave no one behind!"

As Han Feng's voice fell, the morale of the 150,000 army of Tiangang Dao Sect was shaken.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The screams of killing were so loud that the Demon Dao was already less than 20,000 Zifu, and the young Demon Cultivator still had to fight Han Feng to the death.

Han Feng looked at this young magician like a fool. He has not met such a lovely opponent for many years. This is simply a second fool.

"I want you to die!"

The young demon cultivator went crazy, but Han Feng still had a calm expression on his face, suppressing him to the death.

"Young Master! We can't stand it anymore, let's retreat!"

One asked anxiously towards the young demon cultivator. Who knew that the young demon cultivator was still full of madness and roared angrily,

"Retreat! Fight for this gentleman!"

"Mad! You are a lunatic! You are going to die, stay here! We retreat!"

A questioning cultivator shouted at the young demon, and then another questioning demon cultivator opened his mouth and said,

"Go back to the marshal, and I will definitely sue you! More than 30,000 brothers! You have to go back and accept sanctions!"

Han Feng saw that the inside of the magic cultivator was already open, and while the young magic cultivator was distracted, a sword swung out, and the young magic cultivator was immediately cut off with a palm.

Among the magic cultivators, I don't know who shouted "retreat" first!

Then, a group of demon cultivators started to panic, a sword came out, and angrily shouted,

"kill!"

As the demons disintegrated, their losses were even greater, the golden-haired lion king roared angrily, and instantly smashed his head into pieces in the terrified eyes of a demon cultivator.

"what!"

"No...!! I don't want to die."

"Help! Young Master!"

"Run! Run..."

The screams continued.

A group of magic monks retreated frantically, and the young monk was completely terrified, but it was too late to escape, and the long sword in Han Feng's hand broke out completely.

A terrifying aura surged outside Han Feng's body, and now Han Feng's power and body became extremely powerful under the blood of the ancient gods.

The stars lit up in the sky, and the sword in Han Feng's hand gathered a force. This sword was extremely slow, but the young Mo Xiu couldn't dodge it. He seemed to be locked by this sword.

"no, do not want!"

"cut!"

Han Feng shouted softly, and then, a sword fell, and the sword light annihilated the vitality of the young demon cultivator.

The death of the young demon cultivator made a group of demon cultivators even more fearful, but under the pursuit of 150,000 troops, some demon cultivators finally escaped.

Han Feng didn't chase after him any more. After all, no one knew how many magic cultivators he would meet in front of him.

......

A group of demon cultivators escaped, but the losses were very heavy. There were less than 5,000 dead in the 50,000-strong army. Five asked cultivators, and now there are only two left.

"Blood eats that idiot! Now that he's dead, it's a hundred years old. How can we explain it when we go back?"

".~ Still have to go back, after all, he is in charge of this matter. I don't think the marshal will punish us."

"However, will Blood Eater's father be to blame?"

"What if you're to blame? Although he is a half-step return to the virtual, but after all, it is not a return to the virtual, and he dares to kill us."

"Yes, even if he breaks through the Void Return, he can't kill us. After all, the Blood Dream Sect has the rules of the Blood Dream Sect! It is not something that a cultivator who has just broken through the Void Return can destroy. Besides, he is only half a step back to the Void."

"Um... let's go."

After discussing for a while, the two monks of the Demon Dao began to return in embarrassment with the remnants of the defeated soldiers.

......

At the end of the war, Han Feng ordered people to clean up the battlefield, and said with an unsightly expression,

"Check and report the loss!"

As Han Feng's voice fell, Bai Qi began to count all the losses. After more than an hour passed, Bai Qi said with a serious face,

"This time, the cultivator of Zifu sacrificed 5,000! Ten thousand (Wang Zhaozhao) people were seriously injured! The cultivator Yuanshen sacrificed 30 and was seriously injured 800! Ask the cultivator, there is no loss!"

"Good! All are good! Soldiers, go all the way! Home is guarded by our living people! Don't worry!"

Han Feng said solemnly to the pile of corpses that had been sorted out, and the remaining army of more than 140,000 also solemnly said,

"Comrades-in-arms, go all the way! Rivers and mountains are my protectors!"

"Good walk all the way!"

The voices of a group of monks echoed between heaven and earth.

"Silence for three hours, and then erect a monument here for the deceased, so that future generations will remember that someone is fighting here! Someone is guarding here!"

Han Feng's voice was a little hoarse, the wind suddenly blew in the sky, and the wind blew, as if crying...

The borders of Vietnam are extremely desolate.

However, on the other side of the magic road, the 200,000 army has already begun to camp, and the 5,000 embarrassed magic soldiers have also walked back._