The yellow sand buzzed in the ears, and the terrifying gravel was like a knife, constantly scraping against the skin and hitting the soldiers' hard armor.
Brulongjie's eyes were wide open. He looked around, and his expression suddenly changed.
"This, how is this possible?" Brulongjie asked doubtfully, and then he suddenly gritted his teeth in anger.
"Damn, a dead thing, how dare you play tricks on me!" Brulongjie was furious, the blood that lingered around his body surged, and he didn't dare to get close to the yellow sand coming from all directions.
The entire battlefield area was covered with thick yellow sand, but there were black walls standing directly above it on all sides.
No matter which direction they rushed from, they were all heading towards the black wall, but it was impossible to tell which of the four sides was the real black wall!
They hit a dead end, like a ghost beating a wall.
Brulongjie was furious. He clenched his hands and revealed a crimson blade.
The Crimson Blade is the same thing that was born from the Crimson Bow. Its whole body is boiling red, and the entire blade is filled with blood.
The hilt and the blade were so red that they were almost burning. The blade bloomed like a lotus flower, and the hilt was long, almost like a spear.
Brulongjie's backhand shook, and there was a clang. The edge of the blade was sharp, and it was sharp and cold under the blood.
"See if I don't chop you into pieces!" Blue veins bulged in Brulongjie's hands, and blood spurted out from his meridians. As he waved, a gust of crimson wind blew up.
Rumble.
A huge sound exploded, and a crimson blade wave burst out.
During the flyby, a blade wave exploded, forming countless blade waves, and its power increased dramatically!
Even the yellow sand flying all over the sky was cut into cracks. Almost in the blink of an eye, the terrifying power directly hit the phantom of the black wall.
The power was so powerful that the blood energy shot straight into the sky, bright red reflected in the sky, and the black wall shattered and fell, describing the shattered glass as it fell apart bit by bit.
Feng Xuanyunshi's eyes lit up and he praised: "What a great blade! What a move!"
Although they are in the same military camp, each legion is separated and centralized training, and rarely practices concentratedly. Moreover, most of the cultivation is done alone.
It is very common in the magical world that monks don't know each other's secrets.
The corner of Brulongjie's mouth curled up, and he was finally in a happy mood, "If Brother Yunshi hadn't controlled the attack made of yellow sand, I'm afraid our entire army would have been annihilated."
"It seems that the wind is blowing pretty good today, even Bululongjie started to say compliments." Feng Xuanyunshi said in surprise.
Brulongjie smiled softly. He was indeed very arrogant. There were many heroes in the military camp in Qingfeng City, but he could not even look at him. He only recognized Ye Feng.
"Brother Yunshi, there is no need to be surprised. I have heard about your deeds. I should have gone through fire and water for Lord Ye like you. But in that situation, only you can go, and it can only be you." Brulongjie looked solemn.
, said seriously.
"I admire you and naturally recognize you." Brulongjie raised his head and said.
Feng Xuanyunshi blinked and suddenly smiled: "I'm afraid I won't be the only one you can recognize in the future."
When they, the powerful barbarians, had not come to Qingfeng City and were working under Ye Feng, they had no idea what comrades and partners were.
It is even less possible to know what it means to live and die together, to help each other through thick and thin, and to have complete trust.
Now, after knowing this feeling, Feng Xuan Yunshi is more fearless than before. Even in the face of death, he is not afraid.
Brulongjie smiled after hearing this, and they looked at the front together, where the broken black wall fell to the ground with the wind and sand.
Of the four black walls, only one is still standing. The one in front of me that exudes the strong smell of blood is this deity.
"It seems that this is it." Feng Xuanyunshi stared at it.
The black wall is majestic and broad, looking like a mountain range from a distance, and full of oppression when looking up close, like a soul-eating ghost wall, infinitely amplifying the fear in your heart, and an inescapable pressure surges in.
Brulongjie swallowed his saliva and was about to raise his voice to order a breakthrough, but suddenly a cold light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly grasped the blade in his hand.
At this moment, everyone was on alert. All the soldiers looked nervous and stared ahead.
They were very close to the black wall. They only needed to sprint forward for one breath to crush the standing black wall.
But the fierce yellow sand here actually becomes softer.
"It seems like something is coming. Don't relax just because the Demon Horns are not here!" Brulongjie warned, "Things are not that simple!"
As soon as my heart calmed down and my breathing stopped, I realized at this moment that they had entered a fatal hole!
The murderous aura gathered around them and spread everywhere!
The murderous aura lingering here is not at all the coercion that usually exudes from strong men.
The terrifying murderous aura was like a long, thick sharp object inserted straight into the throat, mixed with the rotten stench of resentment and death.
The terrifying murderous aura rushed towards my face, as if it could cut off layers of skin. Before I could even move, I could already feel the bloody and terrifying feeling.
"Look!" A voice suddenly shouted in the silence.
The soldiers looked in that direction, and everyone's eyes shot away, followed by a look of fear on their faces.
The fine ashes scattered from the three black walls that had just been smashed were floating on the ground and piled up into mountains. At this time, the pitch-black ashes were constantly squirming...
The black and gray dead soldiers are reborn from the ashes!
"This, what is this?..."
The army of dead soldiers was born instantly, and a huge deterrent struck. They were formed entirely from the broken ashes of the black wall. The scary thing is that they have different shapes, the magic weapons they hold in their hands are different, and the auras they exude are completely different!
"That, that is an ancient magic weapon! I recognize it!" A soldier pointed and exclaimed. Most of the soldiers in the army were knowledgeable and powerful men.
Although the dead warrior was completely black, the shape of the magic weapon he held in his hand and the aura emanating from it could not deceive him!
Feng Xuanyunshi's face sank and he said: "This black wall has been around for thousands of years. It can survive to this day without any ability, it is impossible..."
At this time, even Brulongjie broke into a cold sweat, "What are these things? Could it be that they are all made of the black wall?"
"I'm afraid these are the souls who died here. Their grievances are too strong. I'm afraid this black wall is not simple, but it can actually be made into a real thing." Feng Xuanyunshi's whole body was shaken, and he felt an unprecedented fear.
"All soldiers, enter the first stage of defense!" Feng Xuanyunshi shouted.
Shield after shield rose instantly, stacking up to form a solid shield wall.
Brulongjie raised his hand and made a gesture, and all the archers were ready.
"Let go!" Brulongie shouted.
Then, countless crimson bows lit up, and as soon as the strings were pulled, powerful power came from all directions.
The crimson arrow feathers were as dense as rain, and they all fell down.
Accurately shooting down on the army of dead soldiers, a huge cloud of sand and dust rolled up, and the air was mixed with dust and made it difficult to breathe. Following Brulongjie's paused gesture, all the soldiers stared ahead.
"It's you who deserve to die!" Ba Qichi said angrily.
His huge body is like a giant hill, coupled with his terrifying strength, there is a rumor circulating among the Demon Horn Clan.
Ba Qichi eats tens of millions of tons of meat every day. It is said that the meat is the meat of the Demon Horn Clan, the meat of the Liman Clan, and even the meat of all races.
Eating tens of millions of tons of meat every day makes Ba Qichi's body extremely huge, probably even as big as the giant beast hidden underground.
His terrifying iron fist is so terrifying that anyone in the Demon Horn Clan who hears it will be scared to death.
The Devouring Fist move of Ba Qichi is extremely powerful. It is said that as long as you use this punch, you can win against ten half-step quasi-emperors.
Brulongjie naturally knew about this rumor. Xiao Chuanqi's ability to destroy Ba Qichi inspired him a lot of confidence.
But now, Ba Qichi is unscathed.
"Of course you won't die if I punch thousands of holes in your body, but if a fire burns you while drilling thousands of holes, you will naturally die!" Brulongjie said angrily, but he didn't.
Who have you been afraid of?
"After escaping, you should hide with your buttocks between your legs! You should never anger us again!" Brulongjie roared and squeezed his hands tightly.
A fire ignited, the spark was tiny but extremely hot.
Ba Qichi frowned, then suddenly raised his head and laughed, "That's it? That's it?!"
"What can you do to me with such a small thing?" Ba Qichi stood in the center. Countless warriors brandished their weapons, sharp swords, iron fists weighing thousands of kilograms, and highly toxic hidden weapons, all stabbing him.
body.
But Ba Qichi was like a mountain, standing there motionless, allowing countless warriors to attack him.
His body is like iron, even harder than iron, and invulnerable!
Brulongjie didn't panic at all when he saw this scene. He knew that Ba Qichi had a thick body.
But his flame cannot be underestimated. It is in the same vein as Ye Feng's blazing blood blade. Only by cultivating pure blood energy can this terrifying flame be ignited.
Ye Feng can instantly ignite terrifying flames, and his power is at its peak.
If Brulongjie could light up a small flower, it would be enough to kill all the ninth-level peak emperors of the Shenqiao Realm, let alone a half-step quasi-great emperor.
"When the time comes, don't cry out about pain!" Brulongjie shouted.
Upon seeing this, Feng Xuan Yunshi immediately moved to cover.
He will never resurrect those dead soldiers. That dead soldier can single-handedly defeat 10,000 warriors!
The soldiers of the Qingfeng City Alliance army are well-trained. Even if the formation is very chaotic, they can immediately restore their original shape and continue to charge forward.
Ba Qichi was very unhappy, "I'm already here, do you still have time to charge forward?"
"Let me see if I don't cut off your way forward!" Ba Qichi said angrily, clenching his iron fist, and the strange power turned into thick steam and boiled, lingering on his terrifying iron fist.
"Do you still have time to look around?" Brulongjie's figure had already flashed over.
Compared with Ba Qichi, his figure is like an ant seeing an elephant.
But this doesn't stop Brulonjie!
The crimson blade in his hand flashed so fast that even the shadow of the sword could not be seen clearly, and the slash struck Ba Qichi accurately.
Ba Qichi frowned, and suddenly he screamed.
"ah!--"
"Damn it! My head!"
A fire ignited on Ba Qichi's head, setting his dirty hair on fire.
