Chapter 1508: Hundreds of millions of soldiers are coming
On the battlefield outside the territory, an extremely powerful aura raged across the land.
A cold wind blew across the land, and in the vast and boundless realm, sword boats that were ten thousand feet long appeared.
On the sword boat, there are many battle flags.
On the battle flag, there are embroidered Chinese characters with flying dragons and phoenixes, mainly the two characters Yan and Zhao.
Each sword boat has more than 100,000 people on it. At a glance, the number of sword boats is no less than tens of millions.
The majestic general situation was hovering in the sky, and the war flags were standing in the sky. Every soldier looked indifferently and looked directly at the brilliant Martial God Nebula in front of him.
Hundreds of millions of soldiers and countless strong men gathered together.
The coercion contained in the gazes of hundreds of millions of people gathered together and rushed toward the Martial God Nebula.
A space rippled one after another, and finally, the cold wind sweeping past stopped.
Behind these sword boats, dragon chariots appeared one after another.
The young dragon pulled the dragon chariot and came slowly. There were more than a hundred dragon chariots, among which the most eye-catching ones were undoubtedly the dragon chariots from Yan and Zhao.
Standing on the dragon chariot, Yan Ruxue stood with her hands behind her hands, staring coldly at the dazzling nebula, "Returning from four defeats, going out to conquer the God of War for the fifth time!"
"This is destined to be the last crusade. We will unite hundreds of countries and gather hundreds of millions of elite soldiers. We must break this seal today and compete for the Martial God!"
A chuckle slowly emerged. On Zhao Guolong's chariot, Zhao Xiao stood up and looked at the nebula in front of him with high spirits. They had been waiting for this day for too long.
Between these two huge dragon chariots, a dragon chariot appeared slowly.
This dragon chariot is extremely blood red, with a big word embroidered on its long battle flag: Do it!
The Daqian Empire, under the deliberate arrangements of Emperor Yan and Emperor Zhao, ranked first.
The blood flowed, and on top of the dragon chariot, a young man covered in blood squinted his eyes. It was not until the dragon chariot stopped that the young man opened his eyes.
The Supreme Emperor of Daqian and Emperor Daqian fell. With the support of Emperor Yan and Emperor Zhao, this young man became the new Emperor of Daqian, Qian Wuji.
Qian Wuji, a warrior who was only at the top of the world of martial arts in the past, with the help of Emperor Yan and Emperor Zhao, condensed a body of the origin of the sea of blood. Today, he has even mobilized the power of the country to conquer the Martial God.
Gan Wuji's appearance is extremely ordinary, the kind that would not stand out among others.
The moment he opened his eyes, a gleam of cold light appeared. Qian Wuji stood up and looked directly at the bright nebula in front of him. The overwhelming murderous intention burst out of his body: "This emperor is pouring out the power of the country today, leading the elites, and must be defeated."
Open this seal, the flesh and blood warrior god, slaughter the lowly people, the shame of the Snow Empire! You slaughter my two generations of emperors, I will kill hundreds of millions of lowly people today, and hundreds of millions of dead souls will come to sacrifice the soul of the late emperor!"
Full of murderous intent, Gan Wuji's face even looked ferocious.
Not only Gan Wuji was like this, but all the officers and soldiers of Da Gan who went on this expedition had fierce looks in their eyes.
Standing up, Qian Wuji looked around and said loudly: "Thanks to the help of Emperor Yan and Emperor Zhao, today I, Da Gan, am willing to lead the way and break the seal of the God of War!"
Having said this, Qian Wuji raised his sword finger, and the battle flag that was stuck on the dragon chariot spread out in the wind, carrying a majestic momentum, cutting through the land of Yao, and shooting straight towards the Martial God Nebula.
"May all the emperors help me to avenge the shame of the past. I will never forget this kindness in my life!"
Boom boom! The battle flag broke through the void, bringing with it a sharp sound of breaking wind, and finally landed in the middle of the land. The Daqian soldiers with fierce eyes roared in unison: "The shame of the Snow Empire, the mountains and rivers of flesh and blood warrior gods!"
The roars became louder and louder, and on the sword boat, all the great officers and soldiers shouted in unison, holding bloody spears and heading towards the Martial God Nebula.
Tens of thousands of powerful soldiers, the condensed momentum is like a roaring wave, impacting this virgin land.
"Emperor Qian is too polite. The crusade against the God of War is such a grand event that will go down in history. How can we miss it?" The other hundred emperors responded one after another. Most of these empires were vassals of Yan and Zhao, and some were vassals of the Daqian Empire. country, as well as some neutral countries invited by Yan and Zhao. There are hundreds of millions of soldiers, and more than 80 million of their troops come from these empires.
Under the leadership of Qian Wuji, these emperors also raised the battle flags in their hands. On the sword boat, a famous warrior stood up and advanced in formation.
Yan Ruxue and Zhao Xiao looked at each other, with a smile flashing in their eyes. This was the effect they wanted. At the same time, Erru also raised the battle flag in his hands, asking the Yan and Zhao armies to line up and follow closely behind the coalition forces of the other countries.
The majestic and torrential sounds of killing passed through the seal and reached the Martial God.
As the seal of the God of War Nebula circulates, one part of it is dim and dull. The crack that was broken by the two generations in the past corresponds to the sword tomb.
Under the roaring sound of killing, crisp sword sounds rang out in the cracks, turning into a loud sound wave that spread in the battlefield outside the territory.
Phew! In the dark crack, a bright sword light suddenly appeared, rendering the entire land a bright light, breaking through the void, and shooting directly at the tens of millions of soldiers headed by it.
Thousands of powerful soldiers gathered together, and their momentum became clear and unstoppable.
But this sword light broke the general trend and shot directly into the eyebrows of a Daqian general. Blood suddenly appeared. The Daqian general fell to the ground and died. On his eyebrows, there was an extremely delicate sword. The knife trembled slightly.
Seeing this scene, the roars around him became much lower in vain. This general was a strong man in the martial arts field, but he died under this knife. It was really strange.
A moment later, these powerful soldiers reacted immediately, and their roars were loud and clear again.
Streams of sword energy burst out of the body, gathered together, and surged toward the crack like angry waves. Countless soldiers were roaring in their hearts, tearing and tearing this seal into pieces.
Tens of millions of sword energies are extremely terrifying.
"Ahem!" A cough suddenly came out from the crack. It was this insignificant cough that made the sword energy stagnate in vain.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, a thin figure slowly appeared, "Ahem!"
Slowly walking out, with an unfazed expression, the young man raised his head, his face showing a sickly pale color, looking directly at the army rolling forward, a cold light flashed in the young man's eyes, and he raised his right hand. The woman's more delicate hands, who would have known that these hands were stained with the blood of countless strong men. The young man flicked his right hand slightly, and the sound of knives suddenly sounded from behind, and saw a series of knife-shaped boulders breaking through the air. Now, the young man pointed his finger in the distance, and these huge rocks immediately shot out, passed tens of thousands of feet, and landed on the battlefield outside the territory.
Buzz! The sound of the knife became louder and louder, and bursts of gravel rolled down on the boulder, revealing the extremely smooth knife.
At the same time, waves of martial arts will rose up from the boulders and gathered together to form a sword array, blocking the path of tens of millions of soldiers.
Whoosh! A series of sword lights passed by the young man. In an instant, the sword lights fell on the boulders. The sword lights dissipated and figures appeared one after another.
A warrior with a broken arm stood holding a huge sword, staring in front of him with an indifferent expression, the sword god guardian Han Jian.
A woman without makeup, her red gauze moved in the wind, her black hair hanging straight down like a waterfall, a sword oozing with cold light flashed around her waist, Feng Ge, the guardian of the sword god.
A burly man with a huge sword on his back murmured in a low voice: "For the Sword God, suppress Yaogang's soldiers and reject Yaogang's emperor!"
Wherever a murderous man stepped, the boulder below condensed a layer of frost, and the guardian of the sword god became depressed.
A harmless young man with a faint smile on his face, facing millions of troops, was unfazed by favors and humiliations, and was the guardian of the sword god Liu Ye.
Han Jian, Feng Ge, Shen Shen, Lu Ya, Liu Ye, these five people followed Ye Chen in the past to fight against the sects and swept through the four hells. At that time, they were unknown, but during this year, they used the weapons in their hands to
The sword defended the Martial God again and again, and their swords spread throughout the Martial God!
On top of the boulder, there were more than just five disciples of the Sword God standing.
On a steep boulder, Yue Wuxie stood with a sword. This young man who worshiped the Sword God at the same time as Ye Chen in the past has grown into a strong man in his own right.
In addition, Jianxue, Qingjue, Fire Emperor, Juelin, and Xuanren are also among them.
These ten thousand warriors are the peak masters of the Sword God Ten Thousand Peaks.
The weakest cultivation level is at the Spiritual Martial Realm, where all the sharp edges are exposed, like an unsheathed sword.
Three generations of sword formations evolved, and Ye Chen, who had arranged Wanfeng in the Sword God, evolved a peerless killing formation in the third generation, the formation of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan. This formation was composed of the masters of the Sword God Wanfeng Peak, and its power made the ghosts and gods weep.
It can withstand tens of millions of troops.
"The Formation of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan, cough!" The young man in white clothes danced, stepping on a boulder in the middle. He, ruthless, is the center of this Formation of Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan.