The entire war department exploded in front of Lin Qian's eyes in an instant.
The exploding divine power formed a violent sea and swallowed Lin Qian instantly. He tightened his grip on Taikoo, and the light shield firmly protected him. Lin Qian's heart was filled with regret.
A generation of famous generals died like this.
Are they all going to die together? What a pity...
Suddenly, Lin Qian seemed to notice something. Almost at the same time, a powerful force hit his light shield hard.
The mask was torn apart on the spot, which was Shuangyu's last-ditch counterattack.
At the same time that the light shield shattered, Lin Qian shook the ancient sword in his hand and protected it with a circular sword ring in front of him.
Bang bang bang!
The surging power surged forward like it had found a target. Each wave of power was insignificant to Lin Qian, but they were too dense and too numerous!
The sword circle is broken.
Lin Qian groaned and used this power to break free from this violent ocean of power.
Lin Qian broke free and stared at the ocean of power from a distance.
Watching it gradually return to calmness from violence, the aftermath of its power dissipated in the air one by one, leaving no trace.
What a fierce opponent!
Lin Qian sighed in his heart. Gu Liang Dao's final counterattack was the pinnacle of his manipulation of battle formations. Using battle formations and amazing control skills, he detonated the entire war department in an instant. Such a thing was not only unheard of, but also
Lin Qian had to admit that this was a respectable opponent.
After reaching the god level, he was injured for the first time.
The injury was not serious and could be recovered within a few days of rest, so Lin Qian didn't take it to heart. At such a price, it was really cost-effective to eliminate a top-level general and a top-level war department.
Unfortunately, Yang Yuanhao was much more cunning and erratic. If Gu Liangdao hadn't been eager for revenge, Kunlun wouldn't have been able to capture his specific location so easily.
The death of Gu Liangdao was undoubtedly a huge blow to Mo Yunhai. Thinking of this, Lin Qian was very satisfied.
At this moment, a long roar came from afar.
The whistling sound contained a hint of dragon power.
Lin Qian looked towards where the whistle came from. The sky in the distance was stained with blood and scarlet, indescribably terrifying. A figure seemed to cut through the blood-red sky, rushing towards this side at an alarming speed.
Within the field of vision, the figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
The next moment, a tall figure carrying a sword appeared in front of Lin Qian.
Lin Qian's pupils suddenly shrank.
Wei Sheng!
What made Lin Qian's heart sink even more was that, except for the faint breath of dragon, Wei Sheng had an aura that was just like him. Lin Qian knew what this meant.
God level!
Wei Sheng is a god!
It was like a storm was rising in his heart. In the battle at Yangtuyuan, he saw with his own eyes how Wei Sheng burned his divine power and fought to the death. He knew exactly what the result of burning his divine power would be. With Wei Sheng's burning strength back then,
With divine power, there is only one way to die. Even if you are lucky enough to be alive, you will be like a useless person.
How...how is it possible to reach the god level!
A trace of sadness flashed in Wei Sheng's eyes.
A step too late!
The remnants of divine power in the air showed what had just happened here. But when Wei Sheng's eyes fell on Lin Qian's face, they turned into steel-like determination.
"Brother Wei, you are fine." Lin Qian was gentle and polite: "I didn't expect that Brother Wei would also reach the god level. Brother Wei finally found the swordsmanship in his heart. He is indeed worthy of our swordsmanship."
Wei Sheng shook his head: "The sword I cultivated is different from yours."
"That's right." Lin Qian nodded: "The path of swordsmanship is different, and it's hard to understand who is right and who is wrong. But we can tell who is strong and who is weak. Wei Sheng, in the name of the sword, do you dare to fight with me?
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Lin Qian pointed his sword at Wei Sheng, his white shirt flying, his elegance was unparalleled, and his momentum was astonishing.
"If it were someone else, I would give them a fair chance to fight. The battle between you and me is not about swordsmanship, it's about mortal enmity." Wei Sheng did not avoid Lin Qian's gaze and said calmly and aboveboard: "I once made a sword oath,
Kunlun will be destroyed, and there will be no room for worship. Today, either you die or I die!"
Wei Sheng's tone was as sonorous as the sound of a sword, decisive and awe-inspiring. The God-killing Blood Sword in his hand screamed and pointed directly at Lin Qian.
Lin Qian knew that his scheming was in vain. He had just been slightly injured. If it were someone else, he would not be afraid. Unexpectedly, Wei Sheng was also a god. In a battle between gods, this seemingly minor injury could be fatal.
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He originally wanted to use words to provoke him, but Wei Sheng's devotion to the sword was unparalleled. In the name of the sword, he thought Wei Sheng would be hit.
Shadow breaks.
Unexpectedly, Wei Sheng has an upright temperament and goes straight to his heart. Such a person cannot be shaken by words.
What he did unintentionally back then caused such a powerful enemy. It can only be said that it was fate.
Lin Qian put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart. Although he was at a disadvantage, he was not afraid. He smiled casually: "That's fine! Senior brother Kunlun and senior brother Wu Kong, let's settle it in the name of senior brother.
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The Supreme Kunlun and the small mountain sect Wu Kong Jianmen were finally placed on an equal footing for the first time in Lin Qian's words.
Wei Sheng's expression remained normal, but his heart was agitated.
The master's disciple, Wei Sheng, finally waited for this battle!
The God-killing Blood Sword in his hand seemed to feel the grief, anger and agitation in Wei Sheng's heart. It buzzed and trembled, and the entire sky turned into blood red, like a sea of blood churning endlessly, and the violent and violent killing intent filled the world.
The vegetation on the ground quickly withered, the river dyed bright red, and horrific holes opened in the ground, with bright red blood flowing inside.
The heaven and earth seemed to have turned into a sea of blood and hell.
The ancient divine sword in Lin Qian's hand trembled violently, and countless sharp swords crisscrossed in the sky, making clanging sounds.
Those strands of blood would be crushed into pieces as soon as they got close to Lin Qian.
Feeling the fighting spirit boiling over the ancient divine sword in his hand, Lin Qian lowered his head and muttered to himself, but he was extremely determined: "Master, this disciple must not insult my name as Kunlun!"
Lifting his head, Lin Qian's eyes turned a metallic blue-white, and his unparalleled sword intent gained a calm and majestic look.
Two divine swords, one green and one red, confront each other like old enemies.
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Biehan looked at the dazzling changes in Muxuan's war department in front of him, as if he hadn't seen it, and his expression didn't change at all.
He saw the other party's intention. Muxuan wanted to hold him back until reinforcements arrived.
Unfortunately, if Mu Xuan knew that Xue Dong would be intercepted by Gongsun Cha and Minan would suffer heavy casualties, would she still be like this?
Biehan's gaze swept across Nibu's body.
That seemingly innocent face reminded him of the neat forest of spiritual tablets in the Xi'an Island Sacrifice Hall. Not a single spiritual tablet was missing, and all the sinners of the past rested here.
Today's Niebu are no longer the former Niebu. The new Niebu have complete souls. They have been spiritually connected to Biehan since their birth. They are closer to the Demon Riders, but they retain the fighting instincts of the previous Niebu.
.Almost all of Mo Yunhai's divine crystals were invested in Niebu.
This evil unit is probably the most expensive war unit in the world.
When the last spiritual tablet was placed, the last shackles in Biehan's heart were broken, and the new evil made him glow with joy and hope like a newborn baby.
The former Niebu was full of death, but now the Niebu is full of vitality.
He stepped across the border of darkness and despair and touched the warmth of the sun.
In the lonely and cold days of Xuankong Temple, they watched him study tactics under the dim light, and they listened to his muttering to himself by the pool. No matter whether it was difficult or difficult, they never left him.
rest in peace.
Please don't worry about me.
A hint of warmth flashed in Biehan's eyes.
He raised his head, his eyes regained their coldness, and the Muxuan War Department in front of him was changing battle formations at an alarming pace, but it did not cause the slightest disturbance in his heart.
Muxuan's war department is the most changing war department he has ever seen. They are like a pool of flowing water, able to change their battle formations at will.
If an ordinary war department encounters such an enemy, it will be very difficult.
But for Biehan, he could see through the opponent's weaknesses at a glance. Muxuan's war department was too pursuing changes, but in terms of strength, it was much inferior.
Complicated changes that lack strength are just fancy tricks.
Biehan took a deep breath and saw that everyone in the Nie tribe suddenly flew out flames, thousands of red and angry flames, rising into the sky, gorgeous and beautiful.
The [Arsonist] on Biehan's body suddenly lit up, and the sky was full of angry flames, which quickly submerged into Biehan's body. Layers of flames flowed along the surface of the divine weapon, and feathers like flames grew wantonly.
The ice blue magic lines on the cheeks, neck and other places shine with an eerie light.
Muxuan's expression suddenly changed slightly.
Demonic warfare!
She suddenly remembered that Biehan was the only war general who was proficient in both cultivators' and demons' war methods. And the Niebu was also the only war general who could master the war methods of both tribes.
Muxuan also knows the strengths and weaknesses of her war department.
She is not afraid of the demons' unreasonable tactics! In her opinion, the demons' tactics are barbaric, lacking in skills, and single-minded. She is not afraid of ordinary demon warriors, even if they say they are powerful.
The ten will be reduced, but the limit of change is that softness can overcome hardness.
In terms of battle formation changes, Muxuan is confident that her war department has reached its peak. No war department can be perfect.
As if wrapped in flames, Bihan's heart is as calm as ice.
His paranoid calmness made him feel like ice and snow at all times.
The battle formation in front of me changes again and again. The strands of sword light are like a huge whirlpool. Any tough attack will be peeled off layer by layer by these clever sword lights until they disappear.
Unfortunately, many people have forgotten that before the battle with Shang Yusheng, Biehan was able to become a top-level warrior and had never relied on demonic tactics.
The change of battle formation is also one of Biehan's best weapons.
Biehan's eyes were filled with coldness, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. Biehan let go of his heart, seemingly paranoid, still crazy, but calmer.
Stretch out your fingers and point towards the center of the sword whirlpool, facing the void point.
Surging power exploded at his fingertips.
A dazzling red light spot, like falling sparks, floated towards the center of Muxuan's war department. It didn't end, and Biehan's other four fingers were floating in the air like playing a piano.
There are four more fine points of red light flying towards the four corners of the vortex.
Five-star breaking formation!
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