Lin Huang smiled and patted Li Chunfeng on the shoulder, "Good practice, you have a long face!"
Li Chunfeng smiled, and the wooden sword in his hand became sharper and sharper. He turned around and headed towards the powerful men of the evil clan.
The battlefield on the left side of the yellow sand desert was completely filled with killings.
Even though the evil clan is powerful.
But what they faced were a group of Ming Cult desperadoes who had suppressed their anger for thousands of years. It didn't seem to matter whether they were dead or not, what was important was to kill people.
The most important thing is to let the common people in this world and the evil tribes see the style of Mingjiao.
Lin Huang stood alone on the battlefield, feeling like he didn't need to take action.
He was not very good at shooting and accidentally grabbed the head, which made Luo Huangquan and others very unhappy with him.
Lin Huang simply felt relaxed.
But the battlefield on the right side of the yellow sand desert is under tremendous pressure at the moment.
Originally, the evil tribe on the right side of the desert was stronger than the one on the left. In addition, most people from the Ming Cult followed Lin Huang to the left.
The remaining small part went to the right, hoping to harvest the rolling heads.
But no matter how much hatred I have in my heart, I can't withstand the waves of attacks from the evil clan.
In just a quarter of an hour, everyone in the Ming Cult fell into a deadly battle.
"I really believed in your evil deeds and followed you here!"
"Grandma, I don't have to worry about someone else snatching my head now, but I'm afraid I won't be able to save my own head either!"
"Don't panic... they will come here after they kill all the evil tribes on the right! Then they will see our arrogance. Only ants will follow the lion's butt and drink soup. We are different!"
"You can just brag as hard as you want. How about you walk in front? If you want to die, you die first?"
"Be serious, we have just returned to Mingjiao! It doesn't matter if we die as soon as we get here. Even if we die, we will have to bring a group of evil tribes to support us!"
Between heaven and earth, battles raged, and dust and sand flew all over the sky.
In the battlefield on the right side of the desert, the living space of the Ming Cult people was constantly being compressed. Even though they were still chatting and laughing, and seemed not to take the enemy seriously, they could not change the outcome of the imminent annihilation of the entire army.
Behind the evil tribe, a giant in white clothes stood on the top of the mountain, looking down indifferently at the group of Mingjiao people below, with a hint of sarcasm on his face like a thunder god.
The Ming Cult of thousands of years ago was indeed powerful!
But after a thousand years, dynasties have already changed.
Mingjiao is no longer the Mingjiao it used to be...
As for the evil clan, even though they are trapped in the seal, they have remained hidden for thousands of years and are no longer the evil clan they were a thousand years ago.
Even if your Ming Cult destroys another army of our Gods, so what... When the time comes, you will still come and die obediently.
A comeback?
It's just a joke.
The white-clothed evil clan raised his head and his voice sounded like thunder on the battlefield. He gave orders to quickly wipe out the Ming Cult members.
Yin.
At this moment, a sword chant resounded from heaven to earth.
Clang!
The next moment, the voice of the Suzaku sounded again.
In just an instant, a flash of sword light suddenly struck the battlefield and landed around everyone in the Ming Cult, briefly resolving the crisis in front of everyone.
And many members of the Ming Cult were also slightly stunned.
They looked up at the sky with blank expressions.
That is……
The voice of Suzaku!
A symbol of the appearance of that magnificent woman back then.
Among the eight leaders of Mingjiao, she is the only female leader.
As he breathed, the entire hazy sky was ignited with boiling flames, and a Suzaku covering half of the sky was seen, as if coming from the sky, carrying monstrous flames and occupying the sky.
And on the top of Suzaku's head, stood a woman.
She faced the long wind, holding a long sword, and came quickly!
"Luo Bingxin, the leader of Zuojia Ming Cult's Vermilion Bird Tribe, came into the family and passed it on personally. Lin Cangxue, the second-generation leader of Vermilion Bird Tribe, became our Ming Cult!"
A clear and loud voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.
Above the void, a huge token emerged... It was the Ming Cult's Suzaku Order. It was a token that symbolized the identity of the leader of the Ming Cult's Suzaku Division.
Before she finished speaking, Lin Cangxue suddenly fell from the sky, and the Suzaku under her feet fell directly in the direction of the Mingjiao people.
But Lin Cangxue himself was the strong man from the Thunder Lord Evil Clan in white who raised his sword to kill at the top of the mountain.
boom.
Between heaven and earth, a loud noise suddenly erupted, and smoke and dust scattered all over the sky, and then quickly disappeared.
I saw the strong man from the white-clothed evil clan standing still as if he was punching out with a punch.
Lin Cangxue was pushed back thousands of miles.
"In the realm of the Holy Emperor, do you dare to compete with the Quasi-Emperor?"
The strong man from the evil tribe in white spoke. He already had an incomparable understanding of the division between the human and evil tribes.
The next moment, another sword came to kill, and the edge of the sword was stained with the shadow of Suzaku.
The evil man in white frowned, and a spear appeared in his hand. Then he turned into thunder and killed Lin Cangxue.
Between the intersection of the sword edge and the spear light, a dazzling light suddenly erupted, causing all the warriors on the battlefield to close their eyes.
When they opened their eyes, their brows were furrowed.
The evil clan is angry.
Mingjiao was surprised.
Because at this moment, the body of the evil man in white clothes in the void has been cut off at the waist. He is staying in the void and is frantically recovering his body.
At the other end, Lin Cangxue, dressed in white like snow and carrying a three-foot green sword, looked like a fairy coming to the dust.
The evil man in white looked at Lin Cangxue in the distance, his eyes widened with disbelief. He never thought that he was actually injured.
Then... he frowned, his eyes quickly scanned the void, and he lowered his voice, seemingly full of vigilance:
"Mingjiao Thirteen Kills!"
Everyone in the Ming Cult on the battlefield suddenly understood.
At the moment when the sun, moon and embroidered dragon flag appeared under the sky, no thirteen murderers of Mingjiao appeared.
To know……
The Thirteen Killings of Mingjiao thousands of years ago symbolized absolute power.
No matter it is Qin Changsheng, who is famous throughout the ages.
Or the Thirteen Killing All Living Beings under his command!
They are all extremely mysterious and powerful.
Except for Qin Changsheng, the leader of the Ming Dynasty, the rest of the Twelve Killers of the Ming Cult, and the Thirteen Killers of the Heaven and Earth People under his command, none of them are known to anyone.
now……
The sun, moon, and dragon flags reappear in the sky, and the Ming religion reignites its bloody battles and makes a comeback.
People from all tribes came.
Only the Mingjiao Thirteen Kills!
It’s not that they won’t come…
But they have already arrived, but they have never shown up. No matter how grand the scene is, they will live in the dark and silently guard the Mingjiao!
"I've seen the Suzaku radical!"
"I've seen the Thirteen Dragon Killers!"
On the battlefield, those who were out of breath spoke up, their hearts filled with excitement.
Thousands of years have passed.
But they are here, there are still people in the eight divisions of Mingjiao, Mingjiao is still there!
Perhaps there will no longer be those majestic figures of the past.
But their descendants appeared!
"Hurry... come and see me!"
At this moment, a weird sound rang out from the sky and the earth, and two giant hammers were seen falling from the sky, heading towards the strong man from the evil tribe in white.
The next moment, a golden figure with a height of thousands of feet fell from the sky, with basalt patterns forming all over its body, giving people a feeling of invincibility.
The thousand-foot-long figure raised his hand to catch the empty giant hammer and knocked it on his chest:
"The evil bastard, I won't bully you. I'll give you two punches to teach you what Tianyu Xuanwu is!"