"Aoiu Mumen is in a rebellious manner, and the warriors in the world will attack him together!"
After the final scene, a loud bang spread throughout Jiuyou, and the battle officially began.
There are more than a thousand people in the Dragon Martial Arts Bureau, including three flowers, masters, innate and acquired. This invincible force attacks Qingmumen with an unparalleled force.
Qingmumen withdrew from the mountain protection formation, and the sect leader stood in the air, and said in a stern tone: "My Qingmumen is not in conflict with the world. Now, Longwu Bureau is for one's own selfishness, and it is a big trouble for the martial arts world and chaos. God and man are angry! Dear disciples, are you afraid?
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"Not afraid! Kill!"
The awe-inspiring murderous aura permeates the sky, and the sectarian warriors have their pride and their self-esteem!
Now, secular ants dare to go against the will of heaven and attack and kill the sect. The only thing they have to do is kill! There is no need for defense or guard. They are the protagonists of heaven and earth. How can the sect avoid war?
"kill!"
In an instant, Feng Yi and others were nearly a few feet away. The leader of Qingmu Sect shouted and took the lead in leading the Three Flowers to meet the enemy and outside.
This battle, which was destined to be recorded in history, finally kicked off under the leadership of the three flowers and the strong men. This battle is destined to be bloody and destined to stir up storms in the world.
Countless warriors waved their swords, blood surged like pillars, and the sky was like blood.
This is a great war, another century-long battle after the Immortal Martial War thousand years ago and the Battle of the Saints five hundred years ago.
The Dragon Martial Arts Bureau is a benchmark for secular martial arts to begin to resist sectarian rule. In a short period of time, smoke from all over the country was everywhere, and chaos came!
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Longxi...
The Battle of Kyoto has been introduced to the Longxi martial arts world, and warriors from all walks of life gathered in Huayuan.
Huang Zhong stood proudly on the platform and shouted to many martial artists from aristocratic families below the stage: "The Heavenly Lord is back! The Huang family can ignore the matter. Now the warriors in Kyoto raise the flag of uprising to resist the sect. Longxi is the hometown of the Heavenly Lord, how can they fall into the will of others and descendants.
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"What the head of the Huang family said is extremely true! The sect is domineering and regards us as a mustard. Now, the colleague of Kyoto follows the Heavenly Lord to raise the flag of righteousness. We should join in the grand ceremony!"
"Together, we will destroy the sect!"
Whether willing or forced to helpless, Longxi took the Huang family as its prestige and chose to break with the sect by pursuing the power of martial arts in a province.
The Shenzong has been destroyed, and the land of Longxi is only a few ounces of fish. This choice that does not require effort and can satisfy both the Tianzun and the Huang family. The fool also knows how to measure it.
Huang Zhong didn't care who was sincere and who was false. Seeing everyone shouting, he raised his hands and laughed: "Okay! Longxi Wulin, expelling the sect's rebellion, those who violated the violations - kill!"
"kill!"
The uneven voices sounded, although they were not as murderous intent as the Kyoto martial arts world, but they were enough to make everyone turn their attention to Longxi, Kyoto.
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Jiangnan, Zhao family.
Zhao Shixun was so excited that he couldn't describe it. Standing at the top of the small castle belonging to the Zhao family, looking at the dense figures below, he said excitedly: "My colleagues in Kyoto, Longxi, and Western Xinjiang have already attacked the sects. Can you tell me the situation of the battle?"
Before everyone could speak, Zhao Shixun shouted loudly: "Great victory! Everyone from all walks of life will win!"
"Kyoto Dragon Martial Arts Bureau attacked and killed Aoki Gate. Ten minutes ago, eight hundred innate masters, dozens of masters, and the master of Aoki Gate was seriously injured!"
"The alliance of aristocratic families led by the Huang family in Longxi has just received victory, and the remnants of the Shenzong are killed, and there are no more thieves in Longxi!"
"The Xijiang Temple has won the victory, and the Qingyun Sect has sealed the mountain, no one dares to come out!"
Just as Zhao Shixun was passionate, the sky trembled, and a big hand fell from the sky, and a loud bang resounded through the sky.
Zhao Shixun's expression changed and he howled angrily: "You are already in the jar, and you still dare to be arrogant!"
"Arrogant! One palace and one palace, three saints and four dynasties, seven sects and eight sects, twelve sects, and several people destroyed the family! Thirty-six sects have been in charge of the world for thousands of years, who dares to say that the sect is powerless!"
The strong men in the secret were furious, and just a few masters dared to tell the right and wrong of the sect. Although the Aoki Gate in Kyoto declined, it was not something that everyone in the Dragon Martial Arts Bureau could easily take.
These little kids really thought that there would be another Wu Liang in the martial arts world. Even Wu Liang would not dare to slander the destruction of the family and the sect before he had a prepared sect.
Now that Jiangnan sects are coming out, he is strangling these demons and confusing people everywhere. He wants to see who dares to talk nonsense under the bloody **!
As the giant palm fell, a roar suddenly came from Yunxiao.
The people underground heard the powerful sects furious and shouted anxiously: "Who is this!"
"The one who kills you!"
boom!
With a loud bang, a blood flower overflowed from the void, and a afterimage landed on the ground, leaving no life.
Just as everyone was stunned, the latecomer laughed and said, "The thief of the clan is dead, why are the fellow Jiangnan hesitating!"
Zhao Shixun's face flushed, and he immediately said excitedly: "Thank you, senior!"
Looking down at the martial arts powers in Jiangnan, Zhao Shixun shouted loudly: "Everyone, my Jiangnan has been a place of prosperity for martial arts since ancient times. The sects have been in charge of Jiangnan for thousands of years. How many Jiangnan heroes died at the hands of thieves! Those people have our elders, and there are
Our relatives and friends, this hatred will last forever! Now, if a colleague rises up and resists, how can I fall behind in Jiangnan!"
"Master Zhao's words are reasonable! Thirty years ago, my father was promoted to the master. The thief was malicious. My father unfortunately died at the hands of a slut. The hatred of killing his father is irreconcilable!"
"Rebellion! The thief of the clan has no morality and regards us as grass, so he lets us fight a path for later generations!"
"For future generations, we will fight for a bloody path!"
The passionate voice resounded throughout the land of Jiangnan, which was a battle for future generations. Now, countless people knew they would die, but they still went to justice with great pride.
In Jiangnan, the place where martial arts dragons flourished, countless secular powerful people have died at the hands of sects for thousands of years. Who doesn’t regard it as a bandit in the martial arts family?
Now that wars are everywhere, it is an opportunity that is rare in a thousand years. Even if we cannot rule the sect in one fell swoop, future generations will not forget the efforts made by our ancestors today, so that their blood can water the fighting spirit of future generations.
One day, I can pull the sect from the throne of the gods!
The wars in the south of the Yangtze River were turbulent, and the move to resist the sects once again caused a resurgence.
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"Feng Yi! Never die!"
The leader of Qingmumen Sect cried and screamed. The Qingmumen Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has not been seen since ancient times.
Five hundred years ago, the battle between the saints did not cause Qingmumen to be damaged. However, now, the Qingmumen has suffered such a tragic loss, how can it be worthy of the ancestors of all generations?
"Noisy! I've been dead for a long time. Now I'm talking about this, don't you feel it's too late?"
Feng Yi sneered that Qingmumen was one of the last sects among the thirty-six sects.
The sect leader is only at the peak of the earth flower. He is invincible to smallpox in his fight with the great elder. The other three flowers are even more difficult to get into. How can the three flowers of the sect, who are smooth and smooth, stand out among millions of warriors?
Three worldly flowers.
Just half an hour after the fight, Chen Shaoyan and Bai Longer had already killed their opponents and are now slaughtering the Qingmu Sect members. The danger of destroying the family is near.
The leader of Qingmumen's mouth was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and the blood was mixed with broken internal organs. Blood and tears fell in his eyes, and he whistled to the sky.
"Old Ancestor! Do you really want to watch the thousand-year inheritance of my Qingmu Gate be cut off? What they shed is the blood of my Qingmu Gate!"
"Old ancestor! Is your blood really cold?"
"Why! We are not convinced, we are not convinced!"
After three crys of sadness, the head of Qingmu Gate showed despair and murmured: "Is this your way? Is this your way? I will abandon my wife and son, cut off my feelings and righteousness, and I will be cold-blooded and useless. This way - it's better not to enter!"
"It's better not to enter!"
Repeat loudly, the leader of the Qingmu Gate looked at the people underground, with a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes, and he roared: "Get out! Remember, from now on, there will be no Qingmu Gate and no sect!"
"Sect Master!"
"No, the master of the sect, fight to the death, the Qingmu Gate will never be destroyed!"
The Qingmumen everyone shouted in sadness, their eyes were lonely and unconscious, and their blood was red.
They were born in Qingmumen and grew up in Qingmumen. They have long regarded this as their homeland. They are hard to leave their homeland. Who is willing to live a life of mercy? Who is willing to leave their hometown and live a life of fear.
Just die in battle, now they are ready to open the mountain to meet the enemy.
"I want to leave? It's too late!"
Just as everyone was hesitating, the three flowers in the Dragon Martial Arts Bureau sneered repeatedly. Now they are dead, who can leave!
The leader of the Qingmu Gate ignored it at all. Sorrow flashed in his eyes, and a drop of blood and tears fell. He choked and said, "Let's go, one can go, one can go, Qingmu Gate... go with the wind..."
Turning his face turned to resoluteness, the main gaze of the Qingmu Gate Sect fell to the injured Sanhua, and said with a sad smile: "My brothers, I will be brothers in the next life!"
"Senior Brother!"
The sound of sadness resounded throughout the world. The leader of Qingmu Sect roared angrily and rushed towards Bai Longer and Chen Shaoyan. He wanted to take them back even if he died!
Bai Longer and Chen Shaoyan's faces changed drastically. This is a decisive battle for the top strong man in the Earth Flower. He should not be taken by the sharpest person!
At this moment, Feng Yi sneered and suddenly appeared in front of the leader of the Qingmu Sect. How could he have the chance to fight to the death in front of the powerful man in the ceiling?
However, Feng Yi was wrong and misjudged the decisive intention of the Qingmumenmen.
Just as he stopped the leader of the Qingmu Sect, the elder, who had been seriously injured, suddenly burst into laughter and rushed into the crowd of Longwu Bureau like lightning.
"Senior brother, I will be brother again in the next life!"
With a sound, the elder was determined to face, and the three flowers above his head suddenly exploded, and the surging power of heaven and earth exploded violently, creating a circle of ripples of energy.
Boom!
The explosion sounded throughout Kyoto, the earth shook, and the radius of hundreds of meters was razed to the ground. After a moment, the groundwater gushed out.
The eyes of the many three flowers in the Dragon Martial Arts Bureau were so bloody that they were in the Dragon Martial Arts Bureau. They were the elite of the Dragon Martial Arts Bureau. They were careless and were taken over by a dying person.
This is the elite warrior who was specially dispatched to put out the formation to fight, and they were just dead like this!
"Kill them all, don't run away and razed the Qingmu Gate to the ground!"
Feng Yi was furious and saw that the victory was about to be great, but he actually suffered this change. This was his years of hard work. How unjustly the dead people were.
The second white dragon, Qian Yifu, Hidden Dragon Four, and Chen Shaoyan were all angry. After this battle, the Dragon Martial Arts Bureau must have been seriously injured. Now, the three flowers in Qingmu Gate will be left behind.
And Sanhua who are still alive at this moment are only three people. In addition to the leader of the Qingmu Sect, the other two are also covered in blood, and the despair in their eyes is undoubtedly revealed.
After Feng Yi finished speaking, he no longer wanted to give the master of Qingmu Sect a chance, so he immediately took action with a great magical power!
The sky and the earth change color and the void shatters.
The owner of the Qingmu Sect, who had long been at the end of his strength, showed relief, relief, and deep reluctance and attachment in his eyes. He couldn't let go!
puff!
The magical powers came to the world, and the blood from the Qingmu Gate master dyed red in the sky, and all the internal organs were broken, and the broken internal organs were sprayed out along with the blood.
A hint of sadness appeared in his eyes. The leader of the Qingmu Sect slowly fell and struggled to stand up. The warrior died as if he was standing, and even death was about to die with dignity.
He smiled sadly, looked up at Feng Yi, and gasped, "Feng Yi, don't be happy too early! You are not Wu Liang, and this sect is not Chen Yuandao. Provoking the sect, you will die!"
Feng Yi's face was cold and said lightly: "Although I am not as good as Wu Liang, I can bite a bone even if I fight to the death. I want to see who is willing to stand up for you!"
"Hahaha! Yes, who will wait for me! Who will!"
"Those supremes have forgotten that they were also mortals! They have achieved success and fame and actually claimed to be saints to isolate mortals. It is shameful, ridiculous and pathetic!"
"Where will you attach to the skin without hair? A group of short-sighted people should say that Chen Yuandao would rather die than retreat. We should do this!"
"The Qingmu Gate is called the Destruction Sect now. There is no Qingmu Gate in the world, and no Qingmu Gate members!"
"Supreme, ridiculous..."
With a deep resentment and the last murmur, the leader of the Qingmu Sect finally reached the end of his life, his eyes were dull and gradually dimmed...
One of the thirty-six sects, the leader of the Aoki Sect who is in charge of Kyoto, went there silently. When he was about to leave, he was still regretful that he did not have the strength of Chen Yuandao, nor did he have the courage.
Then, Chen Yuandao died in battle, and he didn't even have the courage to watch the fall of Qingmumen with his own eyes, which was sad.
He could survive, but he didn't want to, and he couldn't bear to see the Qingmumen walking towards the end with his own eyes, how destruction it would be.
Just go there, and it's all over. Perhaps, this is the best destination.
The leader of the Qingmu Gate fell and the battlefield was stagnant. Countless people witnessed the end of an era with their own eyes. Is this the beginning of rebirth or the beginning of destruction?
Feng Yi on the opposite side was in a daze. Did he win?
Yes, they won, the leader of the Qingmu Gate died, and the sect that dominated this era for thousands of years was heading towards the end. If this is not victory, then what is it?
He slowly landed and walked to the last sect leader who was standing dead. Feng Yi was speechless for a long time.
Will this be your future?
He didn't know, nor did he want to guess, maybe, maybe not.
Why is his eyes still so sad when he dies? Is it for the sects or because of the supreme people's stand by and watch?
Now there are five supreme qi in the world, and thirty-six sects of the same qi and branches, and they have time and ability to come to rescue them.
Even if the Supreme Qingmumen has not returned, why, why did those ancestors choose to give up and abandon...
I guess the leader of the Qingmu Sect would rather die than give up, and was full of resentment, because these nearly 10,000 sects may not have to die, but they died in the end, and it was so worth it.
In a trance, Feng Yi seemed to hear a cheer, and his thoughts were gradually pulled back. Qian Yifu beside him was already excited and speechless.
"Director! We won! All the warriors above the Qingmumen Grandmaster have died, and the Dragon Martial Arts won! From now on, no, from now on, the Dragon Martial Arts will be the martial arts overlord, a new generation of overlords..."
Gradually, Feng Yi felt exhausted and won, but he looked up at the team with less than 300 people left in front of him, and felt sad.
Is this the success of one general has been undone?
Nearly a thousand people, their own decades of hard work and hundreds of years of accumulation in Longhua Pavilion, are there only so many left now?
Who else would look at the brothers who fell to the ground at this moment? Is it really for the sake of restoring the Qingming Festival in the martial arts world and for the rule of the ** sect?
Shaking his head, Feng Yi was exhausted, interrupting Qian Yifu's excitement and said indifferently: "The brothers who died in battle are buried, and the pension must be guaranteed to satisfy everyone. Other injured brothers should not be stingy with the pills, as long as there is one more
I'll save all my breath..."
"Director, what should we do if the Qingmumen scattered people do? Also, should we accept the Qingmumen scattered station now, or..."
"Burning!"
"What?" Qian Yifu felt that he had heard it wrong, so he couldn't help but ask back.
"It's burned!" Feng Yi narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "Do you want me to repeat it again?"
"Director, this is the sect base left by the Thousand Years Sect. If my Dragon Martial Arts Bureau can occupy this place, then..."
"Didn't you hear what I said?" Feng Yi's eyes flashed with a sharp look, and he said with a sharp look: "Or you want to become the next sect, the next Qingmu Gate!"
Qian Yifu's body trembled and he was speechless. After a long time of exhaling, he said, "What the director said is reasonable, it is because I have lost my composure."
"What about these Aokimen's disciples?"
Qian Yifu pointed to the captives who were either trembling or full of resentment and resentment.
Unlike Wu Liang who destroyed the Shenzong, Wu Liang did not kill one by one. Almost all tens of thousands of people in the Shenzong were poisoned to death. Not many people died in Wu Liang's hands.
The real sect war should be the same as Jin Yu. Although Qingmu Gate said it was an extermination, in fact, these innate and acquired people, and even some ordinary people, are the real big heads, and they will not participate in the war, and the Dragon Martial Arts will not take the blame for the world.
Order **.
These people did not participate in the war, and those who participated in the war were all masters or top innate powerhouses, and others were waiting for the result in the sect.
But I'm afraid everyone never thought that the result would be like this. The sect leader and the elders were defeated, and they were defeated so miserably.
All three flowers fell, the grandmaster was wiped out, and one innate was even more ten, and the result was extremely bleak. Countless Qingmumen's men cried, and those who died in battle might have their relatives, their division commanders, and even
A lover you care about...
Now there are only piles of incomplete corpses left, this is a catastrophe, a monstrous catastrophe.
Feng Yi looked at the group of prisoners with thousands of people, children who were stinging, old men who were old, young men with yellow hair and slutty faces...
They are pitiful people too!
He sighed in his heart, Feng Yi closed his eyes, and after a long time, he said softly: "Forget it, why are they? Ordinary people are dismissed on the spot and let the political axe arrange their lives for the queen. The warrior..."
Speaking of the warrior Feng Yi, he paused. This kind of revenge of destroying the family is not so easy to resolve.
"All innate warriors have abandoned their martial arts, and acquired warriors will deal with it as appropriate."
After saying these things, Feng Yi was really tired. Thousands of people died in a battle today. There has never been a case in many years. Except for Wu Liang's destruction of the Divine Sect, there was no such catastrophe in the martial arts world.
I was tired, Feng Yi disappeared while riding the wind, and my heart was tired. (To be continued.)