Legend of the Great Sage

? Xuanwu army god stands on the battlefield, motionless like a mountain, and everyone looks up. www/

This is Li Qingshan's stubbornness, taking the lead, killing the enemy with one knife, and the sergeants gave him the response.

Li Qingshan didn't look back, but he clearly saw ordinary faces and fiery eyes. Each of them was so ordinary and small, like ants.

But Li Qingshan felt that the power they gave him was far more powerful than his own power. No, this is the source of his power.

He was also as small as them, with the most ordinary wishes, wine and beauty, longing for battle and victory, step by step to today.

What is noble and what is low?

He closed his eyes, and a belief grew stronger.

"They are not ants! Me too, not ants!"

Tu Wancheng said sternly: "Fast the arrow, let the arrow! Continue to throw rocks and kill it for Lao Tzu!"

Li Qingshan's eyes were wide open, and the Xuanwu Army God roared up to the sky, his voice suppressed the stratus clouds, surging like waves. It swept away the rain of arrows in the sky, the flying fire meteors cooled and shattered, the strong wind swept the demon camp, and countless military flags were dumped.

Tu Wancheng was shocked and took a few steps back.

With the power of anger, the sky is torn apart.

In the Xuanwu Legion, a sergeant roared, hoarse and high-pitched, compared to the roar of the war god, it was pitiful. But soon, the sergeants roared and turned into a humming ocean.

In a blink of an eye, the crowd roared in unison, and the mountains and the tsunami roared.

The true disciples were all startled, and some blinked, as if they couldn't believe it. These ordinary soldiers, who they usually don't even look at, can burst out with such a strong aura, making them emperors feel like a gust of wind. A lonely boat in a big wave.

The military aura was burning like fire, and inch by inch behind the Xuanwu Army God, it was woven into a golden cloak, and every inch in his hand was condensed into a mad knife and a giant blade.

Far away on the other side of the battlefield, the Fire Legion was gathering. Unlike the Xuanwu Legion, the troops were more diverse, except for the heavy infantry. There are also 100,000 iron cavalry, as well as a large number of light cavalry and bowmen.

Like Li Qingshan, Li Liehuo rode a red-maned horse and stood at the front of the army. Looking at this scene from a distance, listening to this roar, I don't know what to think.

Huo Hua was greatly amazed: "This kid can actually do this! Chao Tianjiao is afraid that it is nothing more than that.

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Li Liehuo nodded: "It's really unexpected."

Huo Hua smiled and said, "I thought he would ask you to face off. He will command the soldiers to attack from the flank. Isn't he afraid that you will run away when the situation is wrong?"

Actually. The two barely communicated, let alone argued. Such a major matter of life and death depends entirely on Li Liehuo to decide.

If they are friends of life and death, that's all, but they are enemies who want the other party to die. Before the war, there was no soul exchange to clear up the past, so the handsome army went to the battlefield.

Li Liehuo said, "He won't, and neither will I."

Huo Hua looked sideways at Li Liehuo: "You guys are so strange!"

"Is it strange?" Li Liehuo stared at the Xuanwu military god, and said silently: "The war book, I have received it!"

The spear was held high, and the flames were blazing. The tumbling wrapped one person and one horse, and the more it burned, the more prosperous it became. The flames rushed into the sky, illuminating a pair of eyes, and retracting the sight that fell on the Xuanwu military god. They also have their own military gods.

Tu Wancheng turned around and fled back to the Central Army, where the Twelve Capitals were in a great formation, for fear of being slashed by the Xuanwu Army God. No Demon Sovereign laughed at him, all looked solemn.

Yingzhe narrowed his eyes and smelled a hint of danger: "You can't let him continue to gather military spirit. Order the witches to start offering sacrifices to the sky!"

The sound of chanting mantras sounded from all directions, low and gloomy.

The witches danced on the altars, as if the ancient ancestors were praying to the sky for rain. But it is not the sky that hangs over here. But the devil.

How can we pray for rain without offering sacrifices, sacrifices are three animals, but living demons.

There were corpses all over the earth, blood flowing into rivers, all the corpses of the demons who were slaughtered by Li Qingshan and swallowed by the Xuanwu Legion. At this moment, a trace of magic energy suddenly rose.

In the sky, the magic cloud rolled and drooped heavily, as if there was an indescribable terrifying existence that was sacrificing the smell.

The witches knelt down on the altar, with their foreheads on the ground, their hands held high, and madly praised: "The devil, the devil! The supreme devil, the immortal devil, the immortal devil! You are the mother of chaos, you are all evil. source of!"

The army of millions of demon people all fell to the ground, and the twelve demon emperors also bowed their heads deeply.

Li Qingshan raised his head and looked up, with some familiar feeling. When the dark sun came, Motian wanted to crown him, but he refused without hesitation, and stood opposite the enemy of Moyu. At this time, he only felt disgusted.

The magic sky seemed to recognize him, the surging magic cloud was low and low, the laws of heaven and earth were constantly intertwined, full of evil and indistinguishable whispers, constantly echoing in the ears and hearts, it seemed to be tempting him, and it seemed to be threatening. he.

Yingzhe lowered his head and glanced strangely from the corner of his eye. This time, offering sacrifices to the heavens seemed to be a bit peculiar, and Demon Heaven's will was very strong. No matter how smart he is, but he can't think of breaking his head, that man among the majestic military gods is the legendary man chosen by the devil.

The magic cloud covered the top, as if to overwhelm the lofty head of the Xuanwu military god. Li Qingshan shouted violently, and slashed at the devil with his saber.

In an instant, the whisper turned into a shrill scream, and the demon cloud stirred.

With a bang, it was raining heavily.

Just like the pouring down of the Tianhe River, the black rainwater formed a rain curtain, blocking the line of sight, mercilessly swept the earth, and quickly merged into a mountain torrent that flooded the Xuanwu Legion.

Li Qingshan slashed with a knife, and a deep ditch opened in the ground.

However, the torrential rain continued, and the magic cloud rolled endlessly. The water rushed into the ditch and quickly came up again.

The power of the Xuanwu military god is not endless. Although the military spirit can help the sergeants resist many spells, it cannot stop the flooding.

This is no longer human, but a natural disaster, the wrath of the devil.

Dai Mengfan ordered the true disciples to deal with the flood, and turned to look at Black Cloud City: "Junior Brother Pi, don't take action yet!"

Of all the true disciples, only Pi Yangqiu remained in the Black Cloud City and was in charge of hosting the "Black Cloud Thunder Roar", precisely for this moment.

This trick of the demons has been used countless times, so how could there be no countermeasures?

At the top of Black Cloud City, Pi Yangqiu emptied the core of the formation with both hands.

Rumble, thunder and lightning.

Under his urging, the black clouds shrouded in the Black Cloud City all year round rushed towards the Demon Realm, and he did everything to release all the power accumulated in the "Black Cloud Thunder Roar Array".

In an instant, the black cloud collided with the demon cloud.

In an instant, the light of thunder was endless.

The roar oscillated endlessly, and the gap could not be discerned. The light and darkness were intertwined wildly, as if the end had come.

In this thunderous roar, the demon cloud quickly dissipated, and the rainstorm gradually stopped.

The clouds dissipated and the sun shone brightly, shining on the iron armor, forming a sea of ​​light.

Under the clear blue sky, the Xuanwu Army moved, the cloak was raised high, and the giant blade swung forward.

"March!" To be continued.