Above the yellow sand desert, one voice after another continued to sound.
One after another, endlessly.
This time...
Everyone brought gifts.
It was powerful enough to bring the heads of evil powerful men.
Those who are not strong enough will rely on numbers to win.
Those who originally came empty-handed, after staying for a while, felt embarrassed to stand on this ancient land and left quickly... vowing to give gifts even if their bones were broken.
Above the void, Luo Huangquan frowned more and more tightly.
Finally I couldn't stand it any longer.
He turned his head and glanced at Lin Huang, raised the blue-falling yellow spring inserted on the ancient Great Wall, and said calmly and indifferently:
"I'll be back as soon as I go!"
After saying that, Luo Huangquan's figure had disappeared into the void.
Lin Huang was a little confused at this moment.
Unexpectedly, a grand ceremony for the Ming Cult gathering would be turned into this by Luo Huangquan.
Originally, on both sides of the yellow sand desert, an army of evil tribes gathered on each side, ready to strike with thunder, and when the Ming Cult rose, they pressed down the dragon's head.
But at this moment...
Before their three armies were fully prepared, war broke out in those two places.
Evil clan...
It's indeed strong enough.
However, there are not too many top experts in charge.
Those members of the Ming Cult came one after another, and without saying a word or declaring war, they just started killing... After cutting off a few heads, they picked them up and ran away!
Before they could pursue him, someone else showed up.
The two armies are like two elephants.
But today, it was eaten away by a swarm of ants.
Lin Huang looked thousands of miles away, watching the battle in the distance...
His brows raised slightly.
The descendants of the Ming Cult were still extremely immature when fighting. But those old antiques were too cruel when fighting.
No defense at all.
If you want to stab me, I'll stab you.
But your head is gone.
Although I was injured, I could still hold your head and run away.
Even Naluo Huangquan is the same.
He fired one shot at a time, not caring about the thousands of troops behind him, and went straight towards the main camp of the army. Facing the three powerful evil clan emperors who came to intercept him, he killed them with a gun.
But in the blink of an eye, Luo Huangquan was stabbed three times and continued to charge while holding three heads.
Just a few breaths.
He was covered in blood, and his white clothes turned into bloody clothes, but he had seven heads in his hand. He hung the heads on the gun and ran back.
With thousands of troops and many strong men chasing behind him, he didn't care at all.
After walking halfway, he shook his arms to shake off the blood on the blue sky, then put on a brand new white clothes, and fell from the sky coldly and powerfully, landing on the beacon tower.
"Luo Huangquan, the son of Zuojia Ming Cult's Cangyun Eighteenth Cavalry Luo Shenhua, belongs to our Ming Cult! I have met the second generation leader! Under Huangquan's gun, seven of the heads of the evil tribe's strong men were killed. Congratulations to our Ming Cult!"
Luo Huangquan's voice rang out, covering the voices of everyone present.
On the yellow sand desert, it suddenly became quiet for a moment.
The next moment...
Those people didn't leave quietly and ran straight away.
On the entire vast yellow sand area, two long dragons appeared directly, heading towards the evil army on both sides.
Lin Huang frowned.
It seems that we can't reunite the Ming Cult quietly, we have to kill the enemy first.
The next moment, Lin Huang looked into the void, "Wang Xiao is here!"
"exist!"
Between heaven and earth, a figure suddenly descended from the sky. He was covered in silver armor and red, holding a spear, like a god descending from the earth, and smashed a big hole in the yellow sand desert.
Lin Huang pulled out the sun and moon embroidered dragon flag and threw it at Wang Xiao: "The Ming Cult goes out to destroy the evil tribe. The dragon flag points to invincibility!"
"Everyone, come with me to fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Huang suddenly pulled out the Knife and threw it towards the left side of the desert, and his whole body disappeared into the void.
Suddenly, the two long dragons gathered together and turned into one long dragon, heading towards the evil tribe on the left.
"Stop running, come back...go chop the left one first!"
"There are too many people going to the left and we can't get a head start. We should go to the right!"
"Military orders are like mountains! Don't you understand?"
"Oops... I can't hear what you are saying. I was yelled at by my wife last night. It will be fine tomorrow. I will be fine tomorrow! I will go to the right to kill the evil tribe first. Why don't you come with me?"
"Walk!"
The army rolled towards the left, and many people also headed towards the evil tribe on the right.
However, thousands of miles of mountains, rivers, and forest wastes suddenly come to an end.
He focused his gaze and looked at the base camp of the evil clan, frowning, "Even the emperor doesn't have it...you still want to press the dragon's head of my Zuojiaming Cult?"
"kill!"
Lin Huang raised his arms and, under the reflection of the sun and moon's splendid dragon flag, took the lead in entering the evil tribe's camp.
now……
There are as many as 200,000 evil tribes here.
However, the number of Ming Cult members who had gathered was approaching one hundred thousand.
At this moment, Lin Huang was at the tip of the spear.
Luo Huangquan and others followed closely behind, forming more than 300 people with triangular sharp knives, and began to cut through the battlefield back and forth.
Song Changling acted as a book-turner in the great formation, and his aura was like a rolling river and sea, surrounding every member of the Ming Cult and forcibly raising everyone's level.
And Wang Xiao, after finally descending from the gods once, became the one carrying the bag, which was a bit aggrieved!
In just a few breaths, dozens of emperor-level warriors from the evil clan came to kill...
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, and in an instant the sword appeared out of the air and headed towards the dozens of people to behead them.
boom.
However, the sword has not yet arrived.
But a young man in sackcloth fell from the sky and directly smashed to death an evil emperor-level expert!
The young man was barefoot and linen, with a broad back. He was holding an unrefined spear, with some messy rectangles flying in the wind. His face was cold and hard, like a reef on the seabed. After taking a look at the forest wilderness, he swept across it domineeringly.
He killed several powerful evil men in front of him.
He raised the gun and said in a calm voice:
"My name is Situ Huangfen!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Situ Huangfen directly used the spear as a pillar and shot it down with one shot, splitting a flying Evil Clan Imperial Realm expert into two pieces.
Lin Huang smiled slightly and stopped, no longer leading the charge!
On the battlefield, Luo Huangquan and others had already killed the remaining evil clan strongmen...
At this moment, the Ming Cult can be said to have gathered strong men, enough to wipe out this battlefield.
Luo Huangquan's spear moved like thunder, directly piercing through an evil clan emperor realm strongman, and then moved towards the next strongman. He did not go to see Situ Huangfen, but proudly left a
Back view.
However……
Luo Huangquan's spear has not yet come close to the next strong man.
The world is in turmoil.
There is a vast sword coming from thousands of miles away!
The next moment, the sword energy flew across the sky and snatched away the head that originally belonged to Luo Huangquan.
Luo Huangquan frowned slightly.
Then, I saw a somewhat swarthy young man... no, he was still a young man, descending from the sky. He stepped onto the battlefield, and without saying a word, he held a wooden sword and began to kill the evil clan around him.
Regardless of his enemy's level, no enemy can stand within a hundred feet of him!
He sword after sword, very ordinary, very ordinary, but with each sword, an evil clan fell.
Finally, the young man walked up to Lin Huang with a smile on his face, "Brother...is my sword okay?"