Even if a warrior in the Dongling realm broke his head, he could not imagine that such a magnificent existence existed in this world.
The Evil King was completely stunned.
Looking at the ancient Great Wall, his heart was filled with fear. In the past, with his cultivation, he was not even qualified to get close to the thousand-mile range of the ancient Great Wall.
The murderous intent spreads thousands of miles, and the beacon fire shakes the sky!
Without entering the realm of the Martial Saint, trying to get close to the Ancient Bronze Great Wall is just asking for death.
He never expected that there would be a section of the ancient bronze Great Wall in the Yin Yang Valley. Who has such amazing cultivation ability to cut off a section of the ancient bronze Great Wall?
Who buried the ancient bronze Great Wall under the abyss of Yin Yang Valley?
No wonder I have heard the screams of heroic spirits countless times, which makes me heartbroken.
In the military formation, Xuanyuan Tibing looked up at the ancient bronze Great Wall in the distance, with a look of amazement on his face. It turned out that... the real ancient Great Wall was more majestic and spectacular than the records in the family.
Like the backbone of heaven and earth!
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Tibing coughed twice, "The Ancient Bronze Great Wall of Fengtian has appeared. Why did the three thousand heroic spirits recorded in the family's ancient scrolls not appear?"
"Could it be that... I still can't awaken the heroic spirit to return?"
Xuanyuan Tibing's face darkened, his thoughts were like falling into the abyss, he vomited blood and screamed, heartbreaking, "I beg you three thousand heroic souls to come back and protect me Dong Ling!"
In the void, the Evil King seemed to have discovered this. Looking at the ancient bronze Great Wall that looked like a dead thing, he looked suspicious, and then gradually calmed down.
Without the ancient Great Wall illuminated by the beacon fire, there is no ancient power of murderous intent stretching thousands of miles. No matter how magnificent the thing is, it is just a dead thing, no different from the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away!
"So what if Xuanyuan raised his troops and summoned the Ancient Bronze Great Wall of Fengtian? You are already helpless, how can you save yourself? The thousand-year battle... the Xuanyuan family has been defeated! The Dongling Realm has been defeated!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Evil King laughed wildly. His body flew across the sky like thunder, and he punched down again.
There was a bang.
After one punch, the defense guarding Xuanyuan Tibing was crushed again.
Xuanyuan Tibing looked back at the ancient bronze Great Wall, his eyes were about to burst, his heart was full of sadness, and his hair on his temples was instantly as white as frost and snow.
There is no way to save it!
These four simple words fell on Xuanyuan Tibing's heart like thousands of daggers.
At this moment, the sound of war drums was suddenly heard in the sky and on earth.
I saw a woman in white clothes stained with blood, holding a drumstick and hammering loudly in front of the ten-foot-long giant drum that stood upright in the millions of military formations.
"It's just a fight to the death!"
Under the giant drum, Lin Cangxue was beating the drum while shouting loudly. Her stunning figure looked particularly tragic at this moment. Every time the drum beat, a phoenix roar came out of her body.
It seems like a phoenix is burning with desire and returning from nirvana.
The sound of the drums was like thunder, shaking the heaven and earth.
In the battlefield, tens of thousands of warriors heard the sound of drums and came to their senses with horror, "It's just a fight to the death!"
The ancient bronze Great Wall has gone through thousands of battles, even if there are no heroic souls anymore. Do the Dongling warriors have to sit back and wait for death? There is no chance of survival?
Outside Xuanyuan Tibing, dozens of warriors with defensive fists stood up instantly, and their weapons pointed directly at the Evil King.
Even if all the blood is spilled, there is still no chance to kill the evil king. Even if he cannot be killed, as long as the latter is seriously injured, there will be someone who will come after him in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
It has its own eternal fire!
At this moment, the entire battlefield was boiling again. Countless warriors had soaring fighting spirit and rushed towards the evil king, even if it was a moth flying into the flame, even if it was an earthworm shaking the tree.
On the battlefield, Thirteen Kills suddenly reappeared. Feng Wanli was seen sitting cross-legged in the center of the battlefield, covered in ancient murderous aura. His seven orifices were bleeding, but he was reciting ancient poems without knowing it.
"The Emperor Ming sweeps Liuhe, what a majestic sight a tiger looks at!"
"Strike the floating clouds with your sword, and all the princes will come to the west!"
This time, it’s no longer a knight’s journey.
Following Feng Wanli's chanting, countless swordsmen in white robes appeared in the sky and on the earth, like thousands of troops and thousands of knights.
The third kill with a human character is a long sword, with thousands of troops behind him.
The person with the character Five Kills in red is peerless and has a murderous intent.
The Sixth Killer with the character "herringbone" is like a battlefield commander, waving the battle flag in all directions.
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"Since the apocalypse, Emperor Ai has made great efforts to harness his talents. He gathered his troops to build the Great Wall and suppressed the dragon's veins with his own hands!"
Between heaven and earth, Feng Wanli's voice was endless. Every time he spoke, it was as if he was being punished by heaven. He recited Tianji 11's "Oath to Kill" without permission. There was no chance of survival.
As for the person with the character "Thirteen Kills", in Feng Wanli's "Oath to Kill", he led thousands of troops and horses towards the evil king as if with divine help.
There are countless warriors, one after another, killing the evil king.
It's just a fight to the death.
At this moment, Lin Huang did not return to his position and kill Thirteen People. Instead, he carried a battle flag and headed towards the ancient bronze Great Wall.
There was a sentence on the ancient Great Wall that seemed to be printed on it. Lin Huang had heard that sentence before.
——Hell is empty, the devil is in the world. Dark nights will always follow, and there will be no dawn.
On the blood-soaked battlefield, the closer Lin Huang got to the ancient bronze Great Wall, the more he felt a majestic pressure pouring down from his head.
It was much scarier than the last step of the ten thousand steps before.
But Lin Huang couldn't retreat at all. It was now a life-or-death situation in the Eastern Spiritual Realm. There was no time to hesitate. Even if his bones were crushed and his body was beaten to death, he still had to rush to the ancient bronze Great Wall.
Outside the Great Wall, the battle was extremely fierce. The saying that a cricket shakes a tree is absolutely true. Facing the invincible evil king of Dongling, no matter how many people there are, they are just a torrent of death.
In the center of the battlefield, Feng Wanli's body collapsed, with blood pouring all over his body, but he sat firmly on the ground, like a scholar in blue shirt who truly set his heart for the world and his life.
"The king's order spreads to the world, and the beacon flag is spread. The murderous intent spreads thousands of miles, and cuts straight to the God's Conferment Platform..."
Feng Wanli's chanting continued, but it suddenly stopped at a certain moment.
In the sky, Thirteen Killed the thousands of swordsmen behind him, and all the murderous intent flying into the sky disappeared. Everyone turned around and looked at Feng Wanli in the center of the battlefield, with sadness on their faces.
The middle-aged man who looked like a Confucian scholar stared and opened his mouth, then died suddenly!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Then, Thirteen Killers rushed forward again, heading towards the Evil King to die.
Between heaven and earth, the sound of war drums is endless, the roar is endless, the fighting spirit is endless, the killing intent is endless, the rain of blood is endless, and the will is endless...
Looking from a distance, it looks like a tragic picture that makes one's liver and gallbladder split and makes one want to cry in sorrow.
In the military formation, Xuanyuan Tibing lay paralyzed on the ground, looking at the tragic battle with a confused expression. Suddenly, he felt like he was growing old, regretful and helpless.
On the other side, Lin Huang stood up out of thin air, climbing towards the bronze. His body was covered in blood, his skin and flesh were cracked, and his muscles and bones were like powder.
In the mysterious sea, the Phoenix Spirit is dying, and it can no longer maintain the vitality of the forest wilderness.
A battle between heaven and earth, nothing can be done to save the world!
The mighty 700,000-strong army suffered another 200,000 losses.
More than half of the tens of thousands of warriors have died.
All the formation masters were wiped out by the evil king with one punch!
In the Thirteen Kills, the entire army was wiped out except Lin Huang's sister and brother. The fifth kill, Ye Hongxiu, turned directly into powder, and the third kill, Wuming, was torn to pieces by the Evil King.
Lin Cangxue has broken twenty-seven pairs of drum hammers.
At this moment, the Eastern Territory warrior looked desperate.
At this moment, on top of the magnificent Bronze Great Wall, a young man in white clothes covered in blood finally dragged his broken body onto the ancient Bronze Great Wall, waved the battle flag in his hand, roared angrily, and vowed to wake up three thousand people.
The hero returns:
"Hell is empty, the devil is in the world. Dark nights will always follow, when will the dawn rise? I hate that the sun and moon have set in the west, I hate that the souls of heroes are buried in the loess. I hate that the infamy will be passed down for eternity, I hate that the generals will not be able to show their innocence. I will pass on the eleven policies.
, I will bury the Qianqiu Bureau. I just ask you all the heroic spirits, if he shoots an arrow that pierces the clouds, thousands of armies and horses can meet each other? I also ask all the heroic spirits, if the name of Tuoba is given, can the blood of war be rekindled..."
On the Great Wall, Lin Huang was waving war flags, roaring like a mad demon, questioning the heaven and earth, shaking like thunder in the sky:
"Can the blood of war be rekindled?"
"Can the war be rekindled?"
"All the heroic spirits in the sky, please join me and reignite the blood of war!"
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Under the gloomy sky, the ancient Fengtian Bronze Great Wall suddenly moved slightly. At some point, a voice suddenly sounded in Lin Huang's ears:
"Want to fight!"
In the Yin Yang Valley, a murderous voice suddenly sounded:
"Want to fight!!"
In the Eastern Spirit Realm, three thousand voices fell down like thunder from the nine heavens, shocking the people in the world: