When the dark army under the bright blood flag rushed into the battlefield, the entire battlefield was violently turbulent.
The Silver Feather Army of the Dongtian Divine Sect behind the clouds could no longer sit still on Mount Tai. They erected silver shields one after another, forming an indestructible iron wall of defense.
Under the sunlight, the silver shield wall reflected Cui Can's white light, instantly covering the entire void.
Not long after, a pitch-black spear came out, like a world-shaking blue dragon, violently hitting the silver armor.
There was a bang.
The silver shield shattered, and the spear shot forward, killing the general behind him.
Then, a black shadow suddenly appeared, grabbed the tail of the gun, and took the lead into the protoss army.
Behind him, there were dozens of vanguard elite black-armored troops, directly tearing open a crack in the silver shield wall, heading towards the heart of the enemy like a sharp knife.
After that, thousands of troops rushed in to kill them.
Between heaven and earth, armies from both sides, as low as the Martial King realm, rose up to fight. It shattered the wind and clouds of thousands of miles and caused turmoil in the void.
Countless soldiers were knocked down from the sky, creating deep pits one after another within thousands of miles of Qingtian Martial Palace.
The sky weeps with blood.
The battle flag is waving.
Countless spears crisscrossed the sky, mysterious magic surged into the sky. Countless bodies exploded, broken limbs rustled down, and countless cries of death filled the sky!
The people of Qingtian Wufu Marquis and the Mingjiao army were only a few thousand people, but they fought to the death with tens of thousands of troops from the God Clan Temple with a fierce and unyielding attitude.
There was Pei Xiufu with gray hair and bleeding.
Lu Donghuang suffered numerous wounds all over his body, but he was still roaring like an evil tiger.
Lord Grim, armed with spears, fights in all directions.
There were also dozens of young people Lin Huang met on the second level of Lingqi Cliff, fighting to the death and laughing generously.
Even though they were being eaten away bit by bit, they still didn't take a step back. The generosity and domineering amidst the flying blood seemed to tell the world...
Zuojia Mingjiao!
Would rather die than surrender!
At this time, the Protoss army also showed its ruthlessness. Facing countless charges from the Mingjiao army, they seemed to have no emotion at all. They defended and counterattacked in an orderly manner, even if they killed an enemy at the cost of several deaths.
No matter what.
The battle was fierce.
The outcome is unpredictable!
At this moment, in the distance in the void, there was a powerful aura, like a rainbow piercing the clouds and the moon, coming quickly. I saw the man dressed in red, holding a spear, and laughed generously:
"The eighteenth generation inner court disciple of Qingtian Martial Palace, please fight at Cangtian's request! Anyone who offends our Qingtian Martial Palace will be killed without mercy!"
After finishing his words, Ying Cangtian stepped into the battlefield and attacked the temple army.
"Lu Xiaochen, the 21st outer disciple of the Qingtian Martial Palace, asks for a fight! Anyone who offends our Qingtian Martial Palace will be killed without mercy!"
From the horizon, there was another sound.
"Twenty-third generation disciple Song Chengfeng joins the war and anyone who offends our Qingtian Martial Palace will be killed without mercy!"
"Seventeenth generation disciple Xu Henian joins the battle and kills him!"
In the void, there is an old man, wearing armor and holding a gun.
"Yang Yingfeng, a disciple of the 19th generation who rebelled against the government, joined the battle and is willing to die to atone for his sins!"
"Twenty-second generation disciple Ling Shuangce invites you to fight!"
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In less than half a day, warriors continued to come carrying the mighty wind, and their realms ranged from Martial King to Martial Saint.
Their ages range from middle-aged to several hundred years old.
They are not particularly powerful.
The number of people is hundreds or even thousands, and it’s getting more and more!
Perhaps they came here to repay a favor.
Maybe it's to make up for the regrets in my heart.
Or maybe it's for the glory of Qingtian Martial Palace.
And since they are here, they are not afraid of the Xingtian Temple, nor are they afraid of the Gods, and they are not afraid of death!
The survival of Qingtian Martial Palace depends on this battle!
…
More than half a day has passed in the ancient battlefield among the giant bronze mountains.
The surrounding mountains, rocks, flowers and plants turned into iron men, emerging like rivers in a steady stream.
After half a day of fighting, Lin Huang was almost exhausted. Lin Huang didn't know how many iron men he had killed so far.
The arms were exhausted and weak.
The tiger's mouth where the knife was held had been split open, and silver blood stains fell like water lines.
The battle here is too simple.
They were just a group of unintelligent iron men attacking him and Luo Huanhuan.
However, although it was simple, it frightened Lin Huang.
After half a day, he had understood. The strength of all the iron men around him replicated his and Luo Huanhuan's realm.
If Lin Huang went forward alone, the battle would be much easier than now.
But Luo Huanhuan.
The level is frighteningly high. Even if Iron Man is not proficient in any martial arts, his level alone can make Lin Huang feel very uncomfortable.
And Luo Huanhuan doesn't know how to fight at close range.
She has great strength and is proficient in illusions. However, facing this group of iron lumps, illusions have no effect at all.
Luo Huanhuan can only use the sound of the piano to split the iron man.
There are so many iron men in an endless stream!
They were not given any chance to breathe. Once they relaxed, they would be torn into pieces by the Iron Man.
The only thing I can rely on is the breath in my heart that never dissipates.
Lin Huang did not expect that the giant black iron mountain would look like this. He thought that there were many terrifying beings in the giant black iron mountain.
And he might be able to get around quite a bit.
But he didn't expect that this giant black iron mountain was too rough. Wherever there were mountains, rocks, vegetation, and trees, there were iron men. Every time Lin Huang took a step forward, the iron men in a radius of ten miles around him would all come to kill him.
If you want to fly, Iron Man will fly with you.
You have to hide under the ground, Iron Man will burrow into the earth.
Trying to rely on speed to rush forward is like running in the rain. It has no effect. You will look like an iron man wherever you go.
If you want to form a defensive shield around you, a group of iron men will crush you to pieces.
The feeling between the two of them at this moment was like a scholar meeting a reckless man. They tried all kinds of methods, but in the end they were beaten with an iron fist.
Gradually... Lin Huang became more and more tired...
And he gradually calmed down. He gradually understood that if he wanted to get out of the black iron mountain, he could only carve out a way.
This is a life and death battle.
Likewise, this is also cultivation.
Just like when he was practicing swordsmanship under the waterfall, and just like when he was chased by Liu Cangsheng. Only when the mind calms down can there be hope of survival.
The giant mountain with thousands of miles has only reached less than a hundred miles now, and the road ahead is bleak. But after all... we have to go on!
A warrior's strength must be tempered by blood and battle.
In the Iron Man Army, Lin Huang was holding two swords, and he had gradually begun to regain the feeling of practicing swordsmanship in the past, just like Li Chunfeng practicing sword by sword outside the lake in the back mountain of Qingtian Wufu.
The vast black mountains stretch for thousands of miles.
The two men fought in the iron man army and walked forward.
One hundred miles.
Two hundred miles.
Three hundred miles.
…
Seven hundred miles.
An unknown amount of time passed, and Lin Huang seemed to have fallen into the practice of mechanical killing. He had no emotion or perception, so he kept swinging the knife.
One knife at a time.
All the way forward.
Until no matter how strong his will was, he finally could not withstand the fatigue of his physical body and could not dissolve his broken arms...
There was a bang.
Lin Huang fell to the ground and passed out directly!