Behind Wang Jian, a battlefield appearance appeared.

You must know that at this time, he is on the battlefield where the two armies are clashing, and he is the commander-in-chief of one of the opposing armies.

For military strategists to practice, the battlefield is their home field.

For a warrior saint, being on the battlefield is equivalent to having an advantage in one's own field.

At the moment when Wang Jian leaned back, grasped the war weapon in his hand, and the battlefield sign appeared behind him, on the battlefield where the two armies were clashing, whether we were the enemy or not, there was a force of energy drawn by the war sign behind Wang Jian.

The strands of Qi gathered together and merged into the warlike appearance.

The support of hundreds of thousands of people.

The long spear in Wang Jian's hand seemed to have turned into a golden sun, shining brightly.

Lian Po next to him was stunned and stared at him.

On the opposite city wall, Xiang Yan also looked surprised.

As the coach of the other side of the battle, he was the only one who could compete with Wang Jian for battlefield vitality, but he knew that his cultivation was inferior to Wang Jian's and he could not compete at all.

The battle appearance shown by Wang Jian is the holy appearance of military art. Its edge is indestructible and is rare in the world.

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Chang Ge finally let go and was projected out like a sun, piercing Tianjun's hand scroll like thunder and lightning.

Kui Niu's drumstick also collided with the Tianjun ancient scroll at the same moment.

The Thunder Palm Flag Formation connected to the Ancient Scroll Qi Machine was first exploded into ashes.

The ripples formed after the collision exploded like a mushroom cloud, covering the sky.

The handwriting on Tianjun's hand scroll was dim, the light decreased sharply, and there was a crack with a crack.

Xiong Chi, who held out the scroll, looked horrified as if he had been struck by lightning.

Outside the sky, inside the Jiejiao Sect, Jiutian Lord Yu Qing's face instantly darkened.

Unexpectedly, he was also affected by the force of thousands of troops and horses. His chest energy was reversed and he was almost injured.

"These people deserve to die!"

Yu Qing forced out a drop of blood from his fingertips, and formed a seal to draw out a black shadow formed by the origin of the soul from the center of his eyebrows.

Finally, the soul source and blood were sealed together in a curse seal and sent into the void: "Go!"

The sky above the Jingling battlefield.

The Tianjun hand scroll that was originally torn and damaged shone like running water, and the cracked traces quickly healed. Many writings, incantations, and imprints appeared on it, marking the void, forming a halo that exuded space fluctuations.

Jiutian Lord Yu Qing came across the void, walked out from behind the space, and looked down at the battlefield with a look of majesty and fury on his face.

On the chariot, Wang Jian had withdrawn his Changge, and the golden light on it was fading.

He looked at the sky and his expression changed slightly.

The Ninth Heavenly Lord who appeared had a strong aura, which seemed to be no weaker than that of the Lord of Qin, which surprised Wang Jian, Lian Po and others.

Xiong Chi was originally pale, but when he saw Jiutian Lord, he was overjoyed:

"Master, you, the old man, are here too."

"Um."

Yu Qing stretched out his hand and formed a huge palm, covering half of the sky and slowly pressing down on the battlefield below.

In the palm of his hand, a world of thunder emerged, with countless thunder and lightning crisscrossing each other, appearing as tree roots and stumps.

One after another, the electric rays corresponded to the generals of the Qin army present.

Yu Qing's palm seemed to want to kill all the generals of the Qin army.

But just as the palm of his hand fell, and the generals of the Qin army felt the overwhelming power of heaven and found it difficult to resist, a purple energy suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

A restless voice sounded:

"Jie Jiao's people can't fight against the monsters. After the monsters are beaten away, you jump out and stab them.

The two armies are facing each other, and you want to intervene.

And you, afraid of contaminating the fate of the two countries, did not dare to be present in person. First, you sent a scapegoat, and now you have transformed into a bloodline Dharma body to cause trouble. You don’t want to lose face!"

This sound together seems to have magic power.

The hundreds of thousands of Qin troops on the field were as if they had been beaten to death. Everyone's eyes were shining and their momentum was high.

There is also a giant hand derived from mana, protruding from a bone mirror on the battlefield, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The big hand grabbed it out, and the lightning hand bound by Jiutian Lord was immediately pinched and slowly shrank until it was crushed and destroyed.

Yu Qing's own hands, who were far away from Yuntian, were brutally ravaged by someone after a handshake and wrestling match, and their fingers were crushed into a ball of flesh due to the interaction of Qi.

This was really being pinched. His five fingers were strangled by a force of energy, and his whole hand turned into a ball of flesh. It hurt even to look at it.

Yu Qing's face turned slightly pale, the energy in his body was running, and his five fingers slowly returned to their full form.

The middle-aged woman next to her looked shocked.

What she saw before her eyes frequently exceeded her expectations.

She did not expect that the leader of the Qin Dynasty had such strength and had the upper hand in the duel with Yu Qing.

Jingling.

Zhao Huaizhong's voice came out along the mirror, with a bohemian and free-spirited voice that spread across the battlefield: "Every brave general of our Qin army must let the people of Chu know that we are the vanguard of the Qin army.

We must also let Jie Jiao, who prides himself on being superior to others, know that in front of our Qin army, immortals and demons are also souls killed by the sword.

When our Qin army goes to war, we will kill anyone who stands in front of us. You must always remember that there are few people standing behind you.

The people of Great Qin who I, General Yong of Great Qin, need to take responsibility for are the people of Great Qin and all the people of Middle-earth. In addition, all opponents will be killed!

I don't respect immortals and demons, so you should be comrades with me!"

"No! No! No! Kill them all! Kill whoever is in front of you!"

Below, the echoing sound roared like a tsunami, deafening.

Boom!

The war drums are rising again, shaking thousands of miles.

Looking back, the Qin army rushed towards Jingling like crazy, almost going berserk.

On the other side of the mirror, Ji Xian's face flushed with excitement: "If Jie Jiao doesn't come, Jingling might be able to hold on for a few more days. Your Majesty will use his strength to push forward, and the Qin army will be as powerful as a rainbow, which will be a disaster for the Chu defenders."

Jingling must be finished."

On the top of the stargazing tower, Zou Yan also stroked his beard and praised: "The King of Qin's methods are indeed extraordinary."

On the battlefield, a one-eyed eye appeared in the bone mirror controlled by Zhao Huaizhong, squinting at the bloodline clone of Jiutian Lord Yu Qing.

The giant mana hand derived from Zhao Huaizhong showed true dragon patterns, and two of its fingers turned into two true dragons, one black and one purple.

"With this magical power that controls the world, I can do more tricks than you."

The real dragon roars, and the world is in your hands.

Opposite me, the clone of Lord Jiutian muttered: "Your stupidity is beyond my expectation.

When I first appeared, I expected you to appear, so how could I not be prepared?"

In his palms, spells appeared one after another, intertwined into an ancient formation, and the power surged.

However, Zhao Huaizhong's hand was like that of a boy with many treasures.

Two of the fingers turned into real dragons, and the other three fingers turned into the sword energy of the Xuanyuan Sword, the sharp edge of the Big Moon Ge, and the power of the thick earth of the thick earth beads.

In the palm of my hand, nine mountains and ten rivers appeared again.

On the other side of the mirror, Zhao Huaizhong is in the Xianyang Palace, borrowing the Zhenguo Seal, gathering a torrent of the entire Qin Dynasty.

Completely crushed.

The magic hand of Zhao Huaizhong has more than one or two immortal weapons and qi machines gathered together.

In comparison, Jiutianjun's advance arrangements seemed very thin.

His strength collapsed upon contact.

Jiutian Lord Yu Qing's dharma body was obviously stunned for a moment.

His figure retreated and disappeared into the void.

That Xiong Chi suddenly fell into the hands of Zhao Huaizhong's magical power, and his whole body was crushed into blood mist, and his body died and his soul disappeared.

At the same time, in Zhao Huaizhong's magic hand, two real dragons, one black and one purple, fell off their scales and turned into several small dragons wandering around the battlefield.

Several leaders of Jiejiao were penetrated by dragon energy one after another.

"Trash, there's not a single one that can be beaten."

The bone mirror controlled by Zhao Huaizhong flashed and followed the retreating aura of Lord Jiutian before disappearing as well.
To be continued...