Sword Master Ling Tian

Behind them, Ran Hongfu, Lin Yanyan, Cui Rouer and others, deeply conceal the sadness in their hearts.

They can also feel the disappearance of Ling Tianxi thirty years ago.

Although they didn't believe that Ling Tian would really fall, Ling Tian, ​​Qin Mingyue and others have not returned for thirty years.

"Report!"

A stream of light rushed into the imperial city.

"Enlighten the Supervisor, the general Hanshan is here to report, and the Dark Demon Army has already begun to come towards Yutianguan!

"The soldiers of the Great Han Dynasty follow the orders!" At this time, Ling Xiao'er also rose directly into the sky, bringing thousands of powerful people in the imperial city to appear in front of the army outside the city.

"in!"

"in!"

The army of millions of people shouted in unison.

"Now, my Great Han Dynasty, my Hua-Xia human race, has reached the point of life and death!"

"The lord of the country has not returned, and we have lost consecutive battles for 30 years."

"But, my human race, never succumbed."

"At this time, the Dark Demon Race is about to arrive before the last imperial sky formation!"

"At the beginning of the decisive battle, my generation will defend the dignity of my human race and the glory of my great man with fiery blood!"

"Human race, go out!"

Ling Xiao'er's majestic voice fell, and a purple divine bird appeared and sat down.

Divine Mind spreads its wings, shields the sky and obscures the sun, surrounded by divine light, the aura of the great demon oscillates thousands of miles, and the aura is so strong that it has already possessed the fighting power of Emperor Wu.

This was the big demon hatched from the Bifang Egg that Ling Tian had collected, because there was no suitable human race to adopt it. After that, it was given to Ling Xiao'er by Ling Tian when he left the imperial city.

This Bi Fang was originally a great monster at the level of sacred beasts, with extremely pure blood. In just a few decades, he was cultivated to the realm of quasi-emperor by Ling Xiaoer in the Wandao Pagoda, and his combat power was even more powerful.

Now, Ling Xiao'er stood on the huge Bi Fang and headed towards Yutian Pass.

After that, dozens of quasi emperors bloomed with the emperor's breath, and followed Ling Xiaoer with millions of troops.

Although Ling Xiao'er wasn't the strongest combat power in the Great Han Immortal Dynasty at this time, everyone could see Ling Tian's shadow from her body.

Even more like Ling Nian, the son of Ling Tian.

The first pass of Yutian.

Just behind the direction of Kunlun Ruins where the Pagoda of Wandao is located, standing above the gate, you can see the Pagoda of Wandao, which is like a pillar of national destiny.

Dugu Hanshan battle armor bathed in blood, leaning on a long sword full of cracks, staring at the sky beyond the closed door, like a black tsunami.

That is the army of the Dark Demon Race.

This time the Dark Demon Clan's army expedition to the Great Han Dynasty, except for Emperor Xuanmowu never appeared.

The remaining three magic palaces came out in full force.

Over the past thirty years, the Dark Demon Race has used tens of millions of troops, experienced hundreds of battles, and finally reached the front of Luoyang City.

The pitch-black wave rolled in. When it was thousands of miles away from No. 1 and Yutian Pass, the wave tore apart from the middle, dozens of huge dark monsters spread their wings and descended.

Above the giant beast, stood a arrogant of the dark demons.

Among them, the most eye-catching is the figure standing on top of a nine-headed demon dove at the very front.

He carried the divine power of the Dark God Realm, and his breath surged, so that Duguhan Mountain, which was thousands of miles away, above the Yutian Pass, could feel the pressure brought by the strong dark demon clan.

The emperor of the dark demons, Xuan Zhou!

The owner of the magical power of the curse world.

For thirty years, under the circumstances that Emperor Xuan Mo Wu had not participated in the war, it was this Xuan Zhou that, with the Dark Demon Clan army, broke through the eight imperial gates one after another.

Although Di Jiuge and others had seen Xuan Zhou's combat power on the trial road, what they didn't expect was that.

The combat power displayed by Xuan Zhou who had returned from the trial road far exceeded their previous expectations.

Even half a year ago, Di Jiuge and Su Jiu'er joined forces, and they both lost to Xuan Zhou and were defeated.

In that battle, the human race directly lost the eighth Jiuding Yutian Great Formation.

Although Xuan Zhou was also a fake artifact in his hand during that battle, before being Xuan Zhou, it really shocked everyone.

It seemed that Xuan Zhou had other opportunities after everyone left the Lingxu.

"Hehe, it's your Dugu Hanshan again. This is already the last barrier of your human race."

"Then Ling Xiao'er, don't you plan to fight a decisive battle with me?"

Xuan Zhou stood on the giant beast and spoke indifferently.

"Hehe, you are not worthy to fight with His Royal Highness Jian Guo, with my Dugu Hanshan here, you wait, don't think about breaking through."

The long sword of Dugu Hanshan rises.

"Hahaha, it's ridiculous!"

"Dugu Hanshan, you can be regarded as grudges against my dark demons for thousands of years. In this great Han Dynasty, you have also experienced countless wars, big and small. Now, my army has come to Luoyang City, you big man, only left This city, how can your confidence prevent us from breaking through!?"

"Look at the broken sword in your hand, or your mouth?"

"a ha ha ha!"

Xuan Zhou's voice fell, and the dark demons in the dark wave laughed wildly.

Above the Yutian Pass, Dugu Hanshan and the guards of the human race were all pale.

This is indeed the case. In the past few decades, they have hardly won a battle.

The national fortune is missing, if it weren't for the imperial gate, they would have collapsed long ago.

"In this way, we won't be in a hurry to break through your Yutian Pass, I can wait for Ling Xiao'er and the others to come over!"

"At that time, I will tell them that without Ling Tian, ​​Human Race will be vulnerable!"

"Now, I can give you a chance, General Dugu, if you wait for a magical power to resist my mount, then I can spare your life, how?"

Xuan Zhou sneered.

"You are humiliating me!"

Dugu Hanshan's eyes were slightly narrowed. For so many years, he had been fighting and fighting outside, but his cultivation level did not fall. Soon after Ling Xiaoer became a quasi-emperor, Duguhanshan also stepped into the realm of quasi-emperor.

Thirty years of hard practice has now allowed him to cultivate to the mid-term state of Quasi-Emperor.

From the Ten Thousand Dao Pagoda, he obtained the tyrannical law technique, but now, he was so humiliated by this Xuan Zhou.

"Hehe, that's right, I'm just humiliating you, anyway, my army is waiting here, it's very boring."

"Or, does Dugu Hanshan, the famous General of Hundred Wars, also have a day of fear?"

"Don't you dare to take another magical power?"

Xuan Zhou sneered.

"Huh, why don't you dare!"

Dugu Hanshan is ready to rise.

"General, no!"

The crowd behind him wanted to stop Dugu Hanshan.

"No need to stop me, Human Race, can't retreat anymore."

But Dugu Hanshan wanted to do what he said.

With a tremor at his feet, Dugu Hanshan appeared outside the Yutian Pass, alone, facing the shocking tide.