The Strongest Player Who Descended From the Wilderness

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"Venerable Qingfeng, do you think you can defeat us?" After hearing what Venerable Qingfeng said, Zhao Yun smiled coldly, and then said to Venerable Qingfeng.

Lord Qingfeng was stunned, not knowing what Zhao Yun meant by this.

But then, after he saw Zhao Yun's actions, he understood.

Zhao Yun looked at his palm, and a spear suddenly appeared in his hand. The spear was like a dragon, and strong spiritual pressure spurted out from the spear in his hand.

Although the wind blades are densely packed, their attack power is only at the level of a fairy. Although such an attack is already very powerful in an ordinary Qi Luck Dynasty.

It is estimated that only a few of the more than 30 million immortal-level wind blade attacks can block it, but they are still close to the true form of Xuanwu.

More than 30 million wind blade attacks only caused the reincarnation army wrapped in Xuanwu's true body to retreat tens of thousands of meters without suffering any substantial damage at all, let alone being killed.

After the wind blade attack ended, the huge Xuanwu real body disappeared instantly and was replaced by a huge white tiger.

The white tiger appeared instantly, making Venerable Qingfeng, Venerable Moling and Venerable Iron Blood stunned. They never expected that Zhao Yun's formation would change so quickly.

Xuanwu's true form was actually able to quickly transform into the White Tiger's true form.

Moreover, the terrifying power emanating from the white tiger's body simply exceeded his expectations.

"Roar!"

The thundering tiger roar came from the mouth of the white tiger.

The terrifying sound instantly shattered the remaining wind blades, and the terrifying attack of the Qingfeng Legion was easily resolved.

A cold look flashed across Venerable Qingfeng's face.

Although the Blade of Wind was not the strongest attack of his Qingfeng Legion, it was blocked by a small dynasty's legion with only a few million people without any damage, which made Lord Qingfeng's face shameless.

After the white tiger appeared, an extremely powerful terrifying spiritual power enveloped everyone.

This force directly concentrated everyone's strength together, like a fuse, completely igniting the power of the reincarnation army.

If the previous reincarnation army was an indestructible shield, then the current reincarnation army is an extremely sharp spear, extremely sharp.

"kill!"

Zhao Yun was suspended in the air, swung the spear in his hand, and shouted, each of the more than three million soldiers also had a spear in their hands.

A sharp and courageous aura instantly shot up from everyone in the Samsara Army, and finally gathered together.

The terrifying fighting spirit seemed to break through the void, and its power was astonishing.

Following Zhao Yun's order, all the Samsara Army pressed forward and rushed out. The target was not the Qingfeng Army, but the Iron Blood Army on their left.

The Iron-Blooded Legion suffered heavy losses in previous battles, and many people were directly killed by the Samsara Legion, and their morale had long since hit rock bottom.

Lord Qingfeng had already prepared a defense after the changes in the battle formation of the Samsara Army. Although the Iron-Blooded Army and the Desert Ridge Army also made a defense, it was only symbolic.

According to their understanding of the Samsara Legion's previous fighting methods, the Qingfeng Legion would definitely find their way back after they suffered a loss just now, so they only made a symbolic defense.

But what the three of them did not expect was that Zhao Yun would actually attack the Iron-Blooded Legion. This outcome was something that none of the three of them expected.

The Iron-Blooded Master was shocked when he saw Zhao Yun attacking them.

He knew the attack power and lethality of the Samsara Legion, so he could only urgently strengthen the defense, but it was of no avail.

The attack of the reincarnation army led by Zhao Yun was already approaching, and it was already too late to think about defense.

It was already too late for Qingfeng Legion and Moling Legion to help.

"boom!"

The huge white tiger directly bombarded the Iron Blood Legion's defensive formation, making a deafening sound.

Then I saw that the defensive light curtain condensed by the Iron Blood Legion's defensive formation began to crack, and there were more and more cracks, and it only lasted for a breath.

"puff!"

After a slight sound, the defensive light shield instantly shattered, and all the soldiers of the Iron-Blooded Legion shrouded in the formation were instantly exposed.

The white tiger rushed in instantly, and then started killing like a hungry wolf that broke into a flock of sheep.

In front of the White Tiger Battle Formation, those in the Iron-Blooded Legion who were only at the level of immortals and half of whom were not immortals were just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

On the other hand, the soldiers of the Iron-Blooded Legion were all overwhelmed by the terrifying aura emitted by the white tiger and were unable to move.

How could the reincarnation army let go of such a good opportunity? They swung the spear in their hands simply and roughly.

Every attack will take away the lives of several or dozens of people.

After millions of people were killed by the Iron-blooded Legion, they finally reacted. The Iron-blooded Lord organized people to fight back, but just when they were about to fight back.

The reincarnation army suddenly swayed and retreated, not facing them head-on.

"Haha, Lord Iron-Blooded, your Iron-blooded Legion is not very good, your reaction is really slow." Zhao Yun said loudly before leaving, and the voice could be heard far away.

After hearing Zhao Yun's words, the Iron-Blooded Master almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

This was a serious mockery. Veins popped up on the Iron-Blooded Venerable's face, and his face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water.

"Come to me and kill them all. As long as you kill one person from the reincarnation army, I will reward him with one million immortal spirit stones, then make him king and divide a city." The Iron-Blooded Venerable said with a gloomy face.

Some strong men in the ancient world were shocked when they heard about the loneliness of the Iron-Blooded Venerable. This Iron-Blooded Venerable had really spent a lot of money.

One head would reward a throne and a city, and even more terrifyingly, there would be millions of fairy spirit stones.

"The Iron-Blooded Venerable seems to be very angry at what he just said. He actually invested so much money. Even I am a little moved."

"Shh, keep your voice down. If Emperor Ye Chen hears this, you and your family will be liquidated by the reincarnation army."

"Tch, look at how timid you are, that's all I'll say. I don't have the guts to challenge the Reincarnation Dynasty, but I think some people will be tempted."

Some powerful men from the prehistoric world who heard the words of the Iron-Blooded Venerable spoke slowly from the side.

"It seems that my people are quite valuable." While everyone was talking, a voice suddenly sounded in the void.

Venerable Qingfeng, Venerable Moling and Venerable Iron Blood looked in the direction of the sound, and their hearts sank when they discovered the person coming.

The person coming was none other than Ye Chen, and with Ye Chen's arrival, the three of them were able to guess the outcome of the battle over there.

Obviously An Yun and Meiling have lost, otherwise Ye Chen would not come here. After all, where is the main battlefield?

"Ye Chen, I'm going to kill you!" Seeing Ye Chen appear, the Iron-Blooded Venerable shouted loudly and rationally. ,