Seeing that he couldn't attack for a long time, Wen Muzhi's expression became serious, his chest was full of emotions, and he was full of energy!

"Why do I need three hundred heads to kill you? After three days of separation, I should look at you with admiration. Brother Shen, things are different from the past. If you want to convince me, then defeat me!"

"Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, even if I lose, I will definitely lose at the hands of Brother Jie!"

At this moment, Lu Chen was filled with jealousy. The Yaksha demon spread its wings wildly and started to kill Wen Muzhi.

"I'll convince you, right? That's as you wish!"

"The hour of dawn!"

The power of black night and white night merged, blooming violently at the tip of the trident, and it seemed as if dawn was ushering in the labyrinth of Mara.

Wen Mu's expression was solemn:

"When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom!"

"The soaring incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor!"

In the maze, the sound of Wen Muzhi's poetry recited echoed endlessly, turning into large golden characters with moving dragons and snakes, emerging in the void.

Suddenly, the darkroom no longer existed, replaced by the prosperous Chang'an City. Chrysanthemums were in full bloom in the city, petals were flying, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

I saw endless warriors wearing golden armor, holding long swords and charging towards Lu Shen.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Rolling murderous intent surged out like a tidal wave, and the Yaksha demon statue rushed into the golden armor formation and fought with the warriors. With one halberd, hundreds of warriors were thrown away and torn into pieces.

But the golden warriors have not disappeared. As long as the chrysanthemums are still blooming in Chang'an City, no matter how many times they are defeated, the golden warriors will reappear and charge on the battlefield.

At this moment, Wen Muzhi stood on the Chang'an city tower and said loudly:

"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken!"

As Wen Muzhi shouted, the golden warriors glowed with golden light, and their aura became stronger and stronger. They roared and charged endlessly. Their golden swords stabbed with sharp edges and attacked the Yaksha demon statue wildly.

It was riddled with holes, but Lu Chen completely gave up on defense, as if he was immersed in killing, laughing wildly, the magic wheel behind his head getting redder and redder.

"Is this the only level? Not enough! Not enough!"

Wen Muzhi stared and sang loudly again!

"Iron horses, golden swords and flags are displayed, war drums are thundering and trumpets are sounding!"

"A million-strong army crossed the Cangjiang River, and the three-foot-high glacier was filled with flying snow!"

Snow was falling out of thin air in the Muluo Labyrinth, and snow dust was flying. On the vast snowfield, countless soldiers, armed with iron horses and wearing helmets, roared and charged towards Lu Shen.

On the battlefield, flags are flying, drums are beating, and horns are blowing.

Lu Chen's Yaksha demon statue was submerged in the battlefield in the blink of an eye, and the shouts of killing rose to the sky.

Wen Muzhi stood on the tower, his eyes full of sadness.

"If you die for your country on the battlefield, why do you need to return your body wrapped in horse leather?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the soldiers rushed to fight even more fearlessly. On such a huge battlefield filled with smoke, one person's power is really too small.

In the trial field, all the players looked at this scene with shocked faces, and finally knew why Wen Muzhi was ranked second in the Central Division.

Isn't the martial arts master too powerful?

There is an army of millions at the wave of a hand. Who can do this?

Even Mo Wanrou, who had full confidence in Lu Chen, could not help but feel worried at this moment.

Wen Mu is so strong that he can't even think of a way to defeat him. Who knows what other poems he will come up with?

Lu Chen! Hold on, you? This is your home court!

The reason why you work so hard and fight so hard is not to prove to those guys that even if you haven't unlocked the gene lock, you haven't become the person they want you to be, even if you are working with the devil, you are still good enough to take over from Lu Qianfan. Cross the banner and shoulder the glory that belongs to the Lu family?

Now...it's time to prove it!

Lu Chen, who was pressed down by the endless soldiers, opened his eyes fiercely, and his wanton laughter echoed throughout the battlefield!

"Hahahaha! Yes! That's it, finally got some decent attacks!"

"Millions of powerful soldiers? If you win, don't you fight back? Then I will slaughter millions of powerful soldiers and destroy your prosperous Chang'an!"

"Yaksha Demon's second form? Xueluo!"

"Luo Tian? Open!"

Following Lu Chen's violent shout, the blood-red magic wheel turned into a whirlpool, which seemed to be connected to the Hell of Hell. The endless waterfall of blood poured on the body of the Yaksha demon statue, dyeing it bloody.

The size of the demon statue shrank rapidly, and its shape also changed dramatically, turning into a Xue Luo with three heads, two wings and eight arms.

He holds eight bloody blades and has bloody shackles wrapped around his wrists and ankles.

"boom!"

There was an explosion, and the blood-colored flames surged wildly, turning all the golden soldiers who pressed against him into dirty blood.

At this moment, Xue Luo's body was only ten meters tall, and the Luo Tianyan around him couldn't rotate, and his ferocious pupils turned wantonly, looking around.

I saw the long blade in Xue Luo's hand swinging wildly, and the blood-colored chain on his wrist wrapped around the blade.

He laughed ferociously, spread his wings, and the ground was directly trampled, turning into a bloody meteor and rushing into the battle formation, swiping the bloody blade in his hand!

"Luo Death Curse!"

The ultimate power burst out, and the blade cut out a blood-colored blade in the void. With one strike, hundreds of soldiers were annihilated in ashes, and an abyss-like knife mark was torn on the battlefield.

If anyone is contaminated by the Luo Death Curse, the bodies of all soldiers will turn into pus and blood and explode. Even if the blood particles are contaminated by the explosion, it will quickly spread throughout the body.

The Death Curse spread on the battlefield like a plague. Soldiers fell in droves, turning the battlefield into the Hell of Hell in an instant.

Xue Luo went on a killing spree on the battlefield, slashing with eight swords in a row, like a terrifying meat grinder, cutting out a line of blood among the thousands of troops.

Wen Muzhi frowned and immediately shouted angrily.

"The sword energy spreads across 30,000 people, and the light of one sword chills fourteen states!"

"cut!"

In the sky above Chang'an City, a pound of sword energy condensed and formed, emitting a loud sword cry that resounded throughout Chang'an, and then turned into a chilling sword light, slashing Xue Luo straight away.

The sword's edge cuts through the sky, and one strike shocks the giant!

But Lu Chen did not dodge. Luo Tianyan quickly blocked in front of him, and the sword light struck his eyeballs. All the terrifying energy was absorbed and fed back to Lu Chen.

Its speed suddenly doubled, and the sound of gas explosions continued.

With eight slashes, he broke through the city gate, stepped on Chang'an, and drew a bloody line in the city, heading straight for Wen Mu.

Wen Muzhi's pupils shrank, so the magic eyes could still absorb attacks?

At this moment, Lu Chen looked like an evil ghost killed on the battlefield.

"A gentleman really speaks but doesn't use his hands. If he can't say what he says, that scholar still knows a little bit about fists and kicks!

"I will smile to the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact!"

Wen Muzhi raised his hand to grab it, and saw a cold knife in his hand. The blade was as sharp as snow. With a clanking sound, he slashed towards Xue Luo.

The cold knife and the bloody blade cut together fiercely.

"Qiang!"

The powerful impact made Wen Muzhi's face turn red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The tower behind him was directly reduced to rubble by the aftermath.

Under the influence of the Luo Blood Curse, Han Dao quickly rusted, the blade broke, and the bloody blade slashed straight towards Wen Mu's shoulder.

There was a "pop", blood spattered, and Wen Muzhi's pupils shrank suddenly. Through the blood drops dancing in the air, he saw Lu Chen's eyes.

In those eyes, there is nothing but the desire for victory. They are so pure and persistent!
Chapter completed!