On the battlefield, the blood-stained and flying Xuanyuan flag seemed to be filled with supreme and intimidating power. From the moment it was inserted into the blood-soaked battlefield, the raging battle came to a standstill.
The Blood Spirit Marquis raised his head and saw a strong wind and flowing clouds in the sky.
A majestic figure came out of the sky, standing in the void, looking down at the mountains, rivers and land.
He was a middle-aged man with a vast face.
He was dressed in green clothes, his whole body was stained with the blood of his enemies, and his face was pale. However, under his face, which was as pale as a blade, he showed an invincible and domineering look.
Her eyebrows are like dormant mountains, and her eyes are like endless abyss.
The moment the middle-aged man clasped his hands behind his back and stood up, everyone on the battlefield was shocked. That majestic figure was just like the strong man in the painting that he had seen before, with a majestic posture.
Raise millions of troops to destroy Dongxuan, and become invincible as soon as you enter the Marquis of Wu.
Marshal of the Northern Yan Dynasty.
Top of the list of Dongling famous generals.
Ranked first in the Wuhou Ranking.
The leader of the Tiandi Xuanhuang Four-Character Camp and the Lord of Xuanyuan Mansion.
Human myth - Xuanyuan Tibing!
In the sky, Xuanyuan Tibing stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the battlefield. His green clothes were dripping with blood. He had obviously experienced a brutal fight and then traveled across the void.
Looking at the blood-stained ground, the dead cavalry, the seriously injured Zhao Huangtu, Shen Qingshan and Lu Han, and the bloody figure on Jun Qingcheng's back, Xuanyuan Tibing's sword eyebrows slightly condensed, and he waved his battle flag, crossing the
The sky is vast, the sound is like thunder:
"Who dares to fight my Xuanyuan Mansion!"
On the battlefield, thousands of warriors looked up in fear.
The fierce slave frowned and stared at Xuanyuan Tibing, with murderous intent boiling in his eyes.
The Blood God Marquis' expression changed, and he stared at Xuanyuan Tibing with a look of disbelief on his face, "You actually escaped from Master Yin and Yang Two Evils, you are worthy of being Xuanyuan Tibing!"
Xuanyuan Tibing turned his head, his expression unchanged, "The Yang Sha King is dead, and the Yin Sha has escaped!"
"you……"
The three princes of the Blood Spirit Palace changed their expressions. They originally thought that it was a miracle that Xuanyuan Tibing escaped from the hands of the two kings. However, they did not expect that the latter actually killed King Yang Sha alive and came in victory.
Thinking of this, the Blood God Marquis's eyes flickered, and he already had the intention of retreating.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Tibing glanced at the Blood God Marquis. He looked at the dragon vein in the latter's hand, and his voice was as calm as the sea: "Leave the dragon vein and grant you death!"
The Blood God Marquis' complexion changed drastically, his eyes glanced at Xuanyuan Tibing and landed on the fierce slave...
"That's it for you!"
The Blood God Marquis sneered and threw the dragon vein to Xuanyuan Tibing.
The ferocious slaves on the battlefield suddenly roared and rushed towards the soldiers to fight.
Xuanyuan Tibing caught the dragon's veins with one hand, with a look of disdain on his face, "Sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight?"
Having said that, Xuanyuan Tibing, with his body like lightning, stepped towards the three princes of the Blood Spirit Palace, and a breath as vast as the sea swept across the world.
"withdraw!"
The Blood God Marquis made a decisive decision and ran towards the outside of the battlefield.
Bang!
Among the three princes, the Blood Ling Hou had not yet turned into a ball of blood, but his head was crushed by Xuanyuan Tibing's foot. His whole body turned into countless crumbs and completely perished in the void.
The expressions of the Blood God Marquis and the Blood Yin Marquis changed drastically. They did not expect Xuanyuan Tibing to be so tyrannical.
Kill the Blood Spirit Marquis with one move.
"Blood Escape Technique!"
The two remaining princes in the Blood Spirit Palace roared, and the energy and blood around their bodies began to burn rapidly, vowing to fly away. At the same time, the Wuhou who were controlled by the two men all moved toward Xuanyuan to raise their troops to kill.
Xuanyuan Tibing's face did not change color, but when the battle flag fell from his hand, he swept off the heads of ten Wuhou.
"Come die!"
Xuanyuan Tibing held his five fingers in the air, imprisoning the two princes of the Blood Spirit Palace, and pulled them in front of him.
boom!
At this moment, a brazen punch appeared in the void and struck at Xuanyuan Tibing. With a loud bang, Xuanyuan Tibing was knocked upside down and he vomited blood from his mouth.
King Wu's punch was so terrifying.
On the battlefield, Xuanyuan Ti's soldiers were trapped, and the two princes of the Blood Spirit Palace suddenly escaped with blood and fled the battlefield.
Xuanyuan Tibing looked at the two people leaving, his brows slightly furrowed, and he swept the war flag in his hand and cut off all the hundreds of black-robed heads in the Blood Spirit Hall.
"How dare people from outside the territory dare to act arrogantly in our Eastern Spirit Realm!"
Xuanyuan's soldiers held battle flags and looked at the ferocious slaves.
"Return the king's dragon veins and spare your life!"
The ferocious slave roared, with endless murderous intent in his eyes. Even though the person in front of him was powerful, he was not as weird as the Blood Spirit Marquis. He could kill him as effortlessly as butchering a dog.
"Don't let others covet the things of Dongling. Since you dare to disturb the people of Dongling, I will teach you to return your soul to the underworld today and bury your bones here!"
Xuanyuan Tibing's expression was calm, a battle flag was torn in the wind, revealing the constant roar of murderous intent in the river.
In the blink of an eye, the war broke out again.
This battle attracted thousands of people to look up and watch, and their hearts were as excited as a river.
In the sky, Xuanyuan Tibing looked like an ant in front of the fierce slave's ten-foot-tall figure. However, at this moment, he was like an overlord entering the world, slashing and killing in all directions with a blood-stained battle flag.
Boom.
rumble……
The figures in the sky and the earth turned upside down, like blue dragons and Kunpeng scurrying around, the afterimages filled the sky like thunder and lightning, the war flags waved like dragons, fighting up and down the sky, and the ferocious slaves' fists were like mountains, splitting the sky and splitting the earth.
In just an instant, the mountain was shattered by the fierce slave's punch.
The river was cut off by Xuanyuan Tibing's shot.
Hundreds of miles of ancient trees turned into powder.
The mountains, rivers and earth collapsed into abyss.
Two invincible figures rose from the sky to turn the world upside down, defeating hundreds of miles of clouds. The blood of the vicious slaves spilled on the ground, making an angry roar.
Xuanyuan Tibing's green clothes were broken and his face was pale.
Under the scorching sun, the ferocious slave's face showed a ferocious look, and his whole body was covered with pitch-black rocks, like a steel Great Wall made of molten iron, indestructible and physically invincible.
Xuanyuan Tibing stood with his gun in the air, the battle flag in his hand was tearing more and more fiercely, and the word Xuanyuan shone brightly.
"The world is separated from hatred!"
Xuanyuan Tibing's thin lips uttered softly, and the whole world was suddenly filled with a biting sadness. Above the sky, Xuanyuan Tibing's black hair was dancing wildly, revealing the blood-stained sadness of the overlord, and a silent murderous intention suddenly emerged.
In the battlefield, Lu Han was seriously injured and raised his head, looking at the middle-aged man in the void, feeling the sad atmosphere in the void, and his expression was stunned for a moment...
"kill!"
Above the sky, roars sounded at the same time, and two figures suddenly fought towards each other...
The ferocious slave is physically invincible, like a steel city wall crushing all directions.
Xuanyuan Ti's soldiers held blood-stained battle flags and swept through the mountains and rivers.
boom!
A shocking loud noise suddenly exploded from the void, like thunder that spread for hundreds of miles.
Thousands of warriors showed horrified expressions on their faces. Wherever they looked, they saw sparks flying across the sea, and an invincibly sharp battle flag penetrated the invincible body of the ferocious slave.
On the battle flag, the word Xuanyuan was stained with blood!
Looking at the scene in the sky, countless warriors were shocked, "Xuanyuan raised his troops, he really has the power of the Martial King!"
"ah……"
A shot pierced the chest, causing the ferocious slave to roar angrily, and his three-foot-long black hair flew, filled with endless wildness. Just as he waved and beat, the void in all directions was filled with extremely terrifying ferocious power.
"Barbarianism appears!"
The fierce slave roared angrily, and a huge violent bear martial spirit suddenly appeared behind him. It beat its chest and stamped its feet, shaking hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers.
And above the void, hundreds more violent bears emerged one by one, letting out roars that shook the mountains and rivers, forming a terrifying prison cage, trapping and killing Xuanyuan Tibing.
With the power of the martial soul and the appearance of barbarism, the ferocious slave at this moment seems to be an invincible being in the world. With one finger and one palm, he can break up the sky, break up the mountains, and overturn the rivers.
Being in the barbaric way, Xuanyuan Tibing's expression turned slightly grim. He felt that several mountains were pressing on his shoulders, making it difficult to move even an inch.
On the battlefield, Zhao Huangtu's face condensed and he immediately said coldly:
"Di Xuan Double Character Camp, set up a spear to borrow the soul!"
Hundreds of cavalrymen immediately responded with shouts, and formed a formation on the battlefield, raising their guns and roaring, their breath condensed like a sea.
Among the barbarians in the sky, Xuanyuan raised his sword and raised his eyebrows slightly, then held the battle flag to respond to the enemy. His thin lips uttered softly, and his voice was like sonorous thunder, with the potential to swallow up mountains and rivers:
"In my name, Xuanyuan, I will raise my troops to kill the enemy!"