Outside the Qingtian Ancient Great Wall of Dafeng, with an order, the entire desert shook.
Millions of troops marched forward.
Like a giant steel dragon sweeping across the world!
The flags are like a sea, tearing and flying between heaven and earth!
All beasts roared, and the sound of war roared.
today……
Mingjiao returns.
today……
Mingjiao goes to war!
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On this day, the world was in turmoil!
No matter it is the four ancient tribes.
Or evil clan.
Or maybe it’s the billions of people on the Sky Continent.
Everyone felt the return of Mingjiao.
The strong men disappearing one after another!
That silent army one after another.
Those Xiao Yishan, Luo Huangquan, Xue Tianjun who dominated the world a thousand years ago...
The legendary Thirteen Kills of Mingjiao.
The Haoran Academy, which is determined to bring peace to the world.
…
They returned from slaying the two emperors.
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Three hundred thousand miles away from Zhulu City, there is an isolated city outside the vast territory.
Behind the city is the Fengqingtian Ancient Great Wall.
Thousands of years ago...
This city was built by the Zuojia Ming Sect in one month, just to keep the evil tribe out. Because in the section of Feng Qingtian Ancient Great Wall behind the city, there was once half a tomb of Emperor Ming Ai.
Now the evil clan has been restored.
This ancient city has long been vulnerable. Surrounded by more than 200,000 evil tribes, it will disappear at any time like a bumpy boat in the vast sea.
In the ancient city, the lights are brightly lit.
But it is full of depression.
Those who could escape the ancient city have already done so!
Those who were left behind were those who were unwilling to leave, or were unable to leave... And those left to defend the city were only a few mountain top organizations who put together more than 10,000 warriors.
This is a battle with no chance of winning.
Once the evil tribe has had enough, they will all die!
On the wall of the ancient city, a middle-aged man with a full beard looked at the dense blood-red eyes in the dark night, and his scalp was still numb.
"well……"
The middle-aged man didn't say anything, he just sighed.
Today, it is already the thirteenth day.
The evil tribe besieging the city without destroying it is like a cat playing with a mouse. Let alone the more than 200,000 evil tribe, even if there are only three thousand evil tribe, facing the ten thousand scattered soldiers in this ancient city, it is enough to win.
Are the evil tribe trying to use this ancient city to fish?
The middle-aged man became increasingly sad. It was not that he had never thought about leaving, but after the evil clan besieged the city, he could no longer leave. He wanted to fight... but to die.
He comes from a rough background, but he is actually not afraid of death.
I'm just afraid that death has no meaning!
Behind the middle-aged man, a group of people were somewhat silent.
They actually don’t know what to say… they can’t escape and they can’t win…
"big……"
At this moment, a young voice suddenly sounded from the city wall.
The owner of the voice raised his hand and pointed in a direction, and his voice became stuttering.
"Big...brother...that's..."
Everyone on the city tower turned their heads and looked toward the southwest of the ancient city.
In the dark night.
There seemed to be a red shadow dancing.
Along with the dim starlight, you can vaguely see that the red shadow is a battle flag.
Above the battle flag... there is the sun, moon and blue dragon.
"That's..."
The middle-aged man spoke with surprise in his eyes, and then said: "Come and die!"
He is a fool, but he actually doesn’t know much.
However, just as he finished speaking, the number of flags under the dark sky suddenly increased.
Ten sides.
One hundred sides.
A thousand faces.
…
The flags are like a forest.
The middle-aged man's eyes widened, he was so shocked that so many people came, even if he died of shock.
But then he held his breath.
I saw hundreds of soldiers beneath each battle flag.
They were covered in armor and were as heavy as mountains.
Holding a spear, the cold light stains blood.
With the war beast riding on his crotch, the middle-aged man felt a strong pressure every time he breathed or breathed.
He glanced over and saw that the whole night was surrounded by the army under the battle flag!
"That's..."
The middle-aged man spoke again, but this time he knew a little bit, "According to legend, there was the Zuojiaming Cult a thousand years ago, with four elephants and four tribes under its command, the Qinglong Qingjia Army, the White Tigers and White Armors, the Red-armored Suzakus, and the Black-armored Xuanwu...
"
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden thunderbolt between heaven and earth.
The light of thunder illuminated the entire mountains, rivers and land outside the ancient city.
"kill!"
In the void, there was suddenly a killing sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami roaring.
On the wall of the ancient city, a group of people stood stiff at this moment, shocked by the scene under the light of thunder. Shock surged in their hearts, and they could not believe what they saw before them.
The moment the light shone in the void, a dense army appeared on the entire mountain range. They shouted for death and rushed towards the plain below like a torrent of steel.
The whole earth was trembling.
Mountains and rivers thousands of miles away are roaring.
"The Zuojiaming Sect's Qinglong Tribe is here to kill the evil spirits!"
"White Tiger Department, dig the formation!"
"Kill, kill, kill..."
The White Tigers took the lead in charging, like silver lightning striking the plains, dividing the evil army that had just reacted.
The Xuanwu tribe formed a long line, forming an armored defense around the perimeter to protect the four armies.
The Vermilion Bird Division and the Blue Dragon Division are cooperating!
Four armies, totaling more than 300,000 people, began to crush the battlefield. At the rear, there were also a million troops brought by Lu Han, forming an offensive and defensive formation and advancing steadily.
Suddenly, the evil clan was in chaos.
"Brother... should we rush out and pick them up?"
On the tower, someone spoke.
"Don't seek death!"
The middle-aged man said, "Hot blood is a good thing, but first we should consider our own strength!"
Everyone frowned immediately, but they suppressed the fighting spirit in their hearts, because what the middle-aged man said was true... they were just tens of thousands of scattered soldiers. If they really rushed out, they would just waste their lives.
At that time, it may still be used to contain this unexpected army.
Under the night, fires shot into the sky and thunder and lightning flashed.
The entire plain turned into a Shura battlefield in just a quarter of an hour.
The four major members of the Ming Cult were like machines that strangled the battlefield at this moment, and began to crush the battlefield mercilessly. They were so fierce that even the evil tribes felt trembling.
The 200,000 evil tribes can at least fight against the 600,000 human army.
But the human army in front of them only had only a few hundred thousand that completely rushed into the battlefield.
But it made them feel scared.
They have never seen someone rush up and explode without saying a word.
It's a complete fight to the death.
Moreover, the tactics and coordination between this human army are far superior to those of the first-rate human army.
Not only that...
On the battlefield, there are twelve spears!
With the leaders of the four tribes as the vanguard and the envoys of the four tribes on the left and right as the front, they started to carve out the entire battlefield in an extremely barbaric way without any tactics!
Xuanyuan Han of the Qinglong tribe raised millions of troops, and his fighting spirit condensed into a wild dragon, sweeping across all directions.
In Situ Huang's tomb of the White Tiger Division, one person transformed into hundreds of people, forming a legion and starting to kill indiscriminately.
Lin Cangxue of the Suzaku tribe, a sword that shocked the sky!
In addition, Little Fatty Bai is carrying two big hammers, like a spinning top. Wherever it turns, the evil tribe will die!