Chapter 339: Li Mu's Power on the Iron-Blooded Battlefield
Chapter 339 Iron-Blooded Battlefield, Li Mu’s Power
Fu Li was beaten until he collapsed.
Even if he had strong vitality, he couldn't hold on.
When he still wants to reunite next time.
A huge crushing force of strength.
Li Cunxiao stretched out his hand to grab it, and the black hole in his palm appeared with devouring power. A ball of blood mist containing majestic power was suddenly absorbed into his palm.
Fu Li struggled in his palm.
Not willing to die.
But he was destined to die by Li Cunxiao.
He obliterated Fu Li's soul.
And on the other side of the battlefield.
Thinking of how many times they had fought against Da Gan, the other party had not used all their strength at all. Otherwise, they might have perished.
Under the Eight Formation Map, the sky is sealed and the earth is locked, suppressing everything.
A dark bead appeared in his hand, the aura of death surged, and countless injustice spirits roared
Liang Sheng was attracted by this aura and looked over suddenly. He actually saw many familiar people in the bead, and roared: "Liang Kong, and countless people from my ten clans!"
There are some elders who are unwilling to give up the Yanhuang foundation.
"I am Shengxuan Sage!"
Mainly used for field control.
"Oh my god, Daqian actually managed to kill the sage. How did they do it?"
He clutched his chest.
The middle-aged scribe followed the Shengxuan Dynasty in the south and north, and every time he slaughtered a place, he absorbed the dead souls into the Death Pearl to increase his strength.
"Sect Master." True Saint Wu Xun said in a low voice.
What a sage he was, but even if he died, he wouldn't be able to make up for his big mistake.
Although they had a premonition, they were still confused when they really had to make this decision.
Gu Tianyou was also helpless, unable to feel the slightest dignity of being the Holy Saint.
Facing the alliance between Li Cunxiao and Huo Qubing, they fought and retreated, not daring to confront them, for fear of ending up like Fu Li.
The souls of the dead were all sucked in.
Li Mu drank wildly.
The Flying Tiger Legion crushed the battlefield and killed the legion led by Fu Li.
He thought of a more frightening question.
Where can they go?
The middle-aged scribe urgently escaped into the void.
"Invincible!"
Even though they are very powerful as Xuantian Overlords, Da Gan people are never afraid of them.
This is a bead of death and a bead of ghosts.
The sky changed color.
"But the Shengxuan Dynasty has suffered such huge losses. After all, they are the overlord of Xuantian and will not give up. We still have a chance!"
This time they hit the iron plate.
The sage also felt the power of this arrow, and blocked it with his sword. In an instant, flames shot out, but the strong force took him away.
This person was the middle-aged scribe who chopped off Liang Kong's head with a sword.
Fu Li, who was the strongest among the true saints, died like this?
It's just how many forces are behind the scenes of Da Gan. In Xuantian, one clan, one sect and one plain, although there is the Supreme Saint sitting in charge, other levels are not as good as this Da Gan.
The existence of saints is like a mythical strong man in the heart, almost unshakable, but Li Cunxiao proved it with the strongest strength.
"Fu Li!"
Hundreds of thunderbolts appeared.
This Da Gan used terrifying and extreme power time and time again to frighten them.
A saint died completely.
They were also a little confused.
The Lord of the Great Ruins ordered: "Evacuate them all in the shortest possible time. Don't wait for them to finish the war. They must leave early!"
The expressions of the sages of the Daxu Heavenly Demon Sect changed, and they were frightened and uneasy.
The Demon Lord of Great Ruins can see clearly.
Xuantian fought and massacred countless cities.
The entire Daxu Tianmo Sect mobilized.
This repeating crossbow is very effective when equipped with cavalry.
Shengxuan Dynasty.
The sky is big and the earth is big.
Shengxuan Sage was furious because the sage was beheaded, and they desperately wanted to seek revenge on Li Cunxiao, but the imbalance of power pushed them into an even more unfavorable situation.
"The true saint slays the true saint, Li Jing blocks Gu Tianyou, and the one-day saint seals the sky and locks the earth, dominating the battle!"
If you make an enemy of him, a sage will die.
A middle-aged man built the Holy Death Realm, a power that can deprive a city of vitality and kill all the people in the city.
The middle-aged scribe saw again that Li Mu was walking towards him step by step with the domain of war, and he was lying in his heart if he said he was not panicked.
Shengxuan fell, and Daqian took the dominant position.
Nothing can be done.
"The pinnacle of a true saint, one thought can create a world, possessing some of the power of a heavenly saint!"
He looked extremely determined.
The middle-aged scribe retreated continuously.
The middle-aged scribe's face changed drastically.
"The entire Daxu Heavenly Demon Sect withdraws from Yanhuang."
This is the horror of the Eight Formation Diagram.
He controls both holy paths.
Gather the power of death and absorb the souls of the dead to form an extremely powerful force.
"It's not that easy to kill a saint!"
Cannot be washed.
He was brutally massacred during his lifetime, and suffered such torture after his death.
"No need to look, the failure of Shengxuan this time is inevitable, at least for now, before Gu Tianyou can't break Li Jing's blockage, failure is a foregone conclusion, and the appearance of the strong man holding the array will determine the direction of the war. .”
"Withdraw? Withdraw from Yanhuang?"
If Da Gan had said that he wanted to behead the saint before, they would have definitely said that it is only a fool's dream, how could it be possible?
Li Mu's iron-blooded war spear penetrated the sky, boomed, and with a heavy blow, the void was shattered in an instant, and the iron-blooded blow exploded on the middle-aged scribe.
Even if the Shengxuan Dynasty has a profound foundation, the death of a saint is an unbearable pain.
But China is too cruel, and only the Saint Ancestor level is qualified to dominate. The power of the Heavenly Saint is only strong, but it cannot have the status in Yanhuang.
Although they are both saints, he is extremely depressed at the moment, and it is difficult to control the rules of the holy way.
He had to admit that he was no match for him.
When Gu Tianyou saw this scene, his calm and composed pupils shrank sharply. He was actually beheaded by others while he personally led the imperial army to fight.
The middle-aged scribe was not strong in a frontal attack, so he used his sword to conjure up endless spells and countless shadow snakes appeared.
Li Mu's action undoubtedly made him feel a huge threat.
The middle-aged scribe was unable to withstand the blow. His chest exploded and the soft armor on his body was torn apart. He was unable to withstand such a heavy blow.
The true holy way of Wu Xun.
An iron bow was pulled up, and the moment suddenly turned into a sharp arrow and shot out.
The iron-blooded environment of the ancient battlefield, with thousands of troops charging, deduce the realm of war.
"The way of Kongyou!"
Do you want to go to the more remote Bahuang?
But in a place like that, if you become a local bully, it will be difficult for you to achieve great development in the future, and you will probably be trapped forever.
All the saints were stunned.
The large army fought with great force, tearing apart Shengxuan's defense line and beheading its horses one after another.
The entire Shengxuan Dynasty was shocked.
But Li Mu, it was useless to move.
But the fact happened before his eyes, and he had to believe it.
Countless Daqian soldiers roared at the top of their lungs.
This is simply incredible.
Although Zhuge Liang was only suppressing one Luo Yutian Sage, in fact, he was suppressing the entire audience.
"General Feihu is mighty!"
Many true saints roared wildly, shocked and angry.
You know, Shengxuan is out this time, the supreme sage, but they are the first to fall.
The wind surged.
Daxu Tianmo Sect.
On the battlefield.
The two sages were also frightened, and their fear was greater than their anger.
"Behead the saints, the true saints will fall, and the world will be moved by them!"
With a wave of his hand, the void was shattered and there was nowhere to hide.
In the legion battle, the large army crushed them.
Li Mu made a domineering blow, and the Death Holy Realm could not block him at all. At the same time, he grabbed forward with his palm, and a war hand appeared, holding the middle-aged scribe fiercely.
The hexagram appears.
What a shame and humiliation.
Use this to avoid Li Mu's attack.
A dynasty that can show such strength.
The middle-aged scribe looked pale.
If Li Cunxiao, the sage-killer, was added to the list, wouldn't it push them into the boundless abyss, and even seize the opportunity to kill them one by one?
Drowsiness occurs.
Sages are easy to defeat, but very difficult to kill them.
The sword struck again.
He charged forcefully, but under the blockade of the Eight Formations, he could not escape.
"Destroy them!"
Are you going to return to China?
When fighting against Huo Qubing, the two of them joined forces and unleashed many great magical powers, and they were able to barely restrain Huo Qubing.
They have too many life-saving means, and if you are not careful, they will run away.
The Eight Arrays of the Void rotate.
Bang! The hands of war crushed his body, turning it into blood mist and reuniting.
The Demon Lord of Great Ruins issued an order.
"Sect Master, the war between Daqian and Shengxuan is not completely over yet!"
My neck is so cold that I don't dare to feel any hatred.
The Demon Lord of Great Ruins withdrew his gaze and said, "This battle is over."
Their fighting spirit collapsed.
But Li Mu struck the void, and the infinite transmission power turned into extremely lethal dimensional light waves, shaking the middle-aged scribe out.
Li Mu's strength completely overwhelmed him, leaving him with no temper at all, only fear.
After locking, it all falls down.
The middle-aged man's body suddenly split apart, and hundreds of him appeared, rushing out of the battlefield.
The power of the holy path representing death and the dark energy of death gathered together.
And it's under the eyes of the Holy One.
He locked onto a sage and strong man.
Ten tribesmen were massacred.
"The Holy Path of Death, the Shadow of Death!"
Li Mu holds an iron-blooded heavy gun, with the battle flag flying, sweeping through thousands of armies, with great power and majesty, one person is killing everyone.
Encouraged, they launched an even more violent attack.
Li Cunxiao carried the power of slaying the saints.
Although there are priorities, even if he escapes one way, he cannot be killed.
The realm of his holy path changes continuously.
"No, we can't fight anymore."
After all, he is a true saint and has a longevity that is unimaginable to ordinary people. It took a lot of effort to reach this status.
Li Mu has surpassed him in terms of strength, and he cannot resist such a strong person.
Lost Fu Li.
Zhuge Liang took this into consideration.
"But that has nothing to do with us. Our Great Xu Tianmo Sect is not qualified to participate in such a war."
I can't believe this is real.
"A bloody battle on the battlefield!"
And at this moment.
But under Li Mu's blow, all the poisonous snakes were annihilated.
A group of brave and skilled cavalry attacked from one side.
These shadows all contain part of his life essence, and can be said to be him.
Li Cunxiao immediately crossed the battlefield and fought side by side with Huo Qubing. The two war gods joined forces to overthrow their opponents.
Liang Sheng roared, his anger uncontrollable.
The middle-aged scribe struggled.
Damn it!
Zhuge fired a volley of crossbows.
Li Mu struck hard again, and a storm was already brewing on the battlefield.
Li Mu stepped forward and blocked it directly with his incomparable strength.
The middle-aged scribe screamed, and all the shadows were destroyed.
"I am so powerful that I am invincible!"
Even middle-aged scribes are afraid.
Although there are saints in Shengxuan, they are too few for the vast population.
"Who can challenge my great power!"
The middle-aged scribe is also a ruthless person.
He also practices the Holy Path of Death.
"It took me thousands of years to massacre countless creatures to form the Pearl of Death. I really don't want to use it unless it is absolutely necessary."
Middle-aged scribes hate it too.
Li Mu stood with a heavy gun and said coldly: "Don't worry, I will avenge the ten clans on your behalf."