Under the mighty ancient sky, the war is in full swing, and it has lasted for an unknown period of time.
The Qingtian Wufu area that stretches for thousands of miles has been completely shattered. Countless mountains have collapsed and turned into powder. Countless rivers have broken, carrying blood and flowing freely on the earth.
The war till now.
Countless former disciples of the Qingtian Martial Palace have returned and devoted themselves to this terrifying Shura battlefield with their flesh and blood.
Countless black cavalrymen under the clear banner had their armor shattered and their spears broken. Their hair was disheveled, they had numerous wounds all over their bodies, and they were bleeding profusely.
However, they were roaring, roaring, and fighting!
Even if they risk their lives, they must completely kill the Silver Feather Army of the Xuantian God Clan.
More than half of the disciples of Qingtian Martial Palace have been killed in the battle.
Their faces were covered in blood, their eyes were fierce, and they were a little confused. Even though Huahua, who had lived in a greenhouse since childhood, had a dream of being a knight in her heart, she had never experienced such a brutal fight.
Where have I seen such a terrifying Shura battlefield?
On this vast void battlefield, people are like animals, either biting others or being killed by others. Blood is flying everywhere, and there are countless broken limbs!
Pei Xiufu was covered in blood and his oil was already running out.
However, he was still fighting, as if he was holding a breath in his heart. As long as that breath persisted, he was willing to transform into a bloodthirsty demon and kill everyone.
Lu Donghuang has been knocked out of the void seventeen times.
And every time, he rushed into the sky like a bloody eagle.
The battle continues.
Blood is like rain, filling the void.
On the side of the God Clan and the Xingtian Temple, there was actually a steady stream of warriors rushing to help. Gradually, they had formed an encirclement on the Mingjiao army and the disciples of the Qingtian Martial Palace.
They were aloof, looking at the enemies who were fighting like trapped animals, like looking at pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep, with indifference and indifference. There was no mercy at all, only endless coldness.
Gradually, the Mingjiao army and the Qingtian Martial Mansion have shown signs of decline.
Even if the trapped beast still fights...
However, it was difficult to resist the encirclement and killing by the army which gradually increased to dozens of times.
The army has nowhere to go.
The end of the hero.
…
Outside the territory of the Qingtian Martial Palace, the adjacent Baizhan City was also horribly affected by this bloody battle. Continuous buildings collapsed, and countless people died.
In Baizhan City, there is an inconspicuous alley.
There is also an inconspicuous building.
Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, and ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes!
——Chunfeng Tower.
In the building, Li Jiang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was watching the wine-warming stove at night, holding a wine glass in his hand, sipping the wine stains twice, and then sighed, "Although you are a senior who has been famous for a long time, we are still here.
Not really a friend! It should be pretty good to entertain you with this wine."
"ignorance!"
There was a mocking sound from across from Li Jiangye, and there was a person in front of him. He was also sitting in a wheelchair, and his legs seemed to be disabled.
When two people sit together, they really complement each other so much.
The man was wearing a gray tiger-striped robe mixed with snow. He didn't drink. He just sat quietly at the wine table and slowly stroked the tiger in his arms.
In no time, the man picked up the wine glass and fed the wine to Ruhu.
"This is a bit of a waste. Although this guy has a good background, I brewed this wine myself. Even if Lin Changtian comes, he can only drink like this!"
Li Jiangye said regretfully.
The man laughed coldly, ignored Li Jiangye, and just said calmly: "I paid!"
Li Jiangye shook his head and said nothing. Instead of taking the man's words, he knocked on the table and looked at the world outside the window, "Are you serious about not going out? Although the Black Cavalry Army under the clear banner is not you.
The direct descendants of those who were under my command at that time are also among the best in the army!"
"Xue Tianjun, the dignified leader of the White Tiger Tribe of the Zuojiaming Sect, is just watching with cold eyes and hiding in my Chunfeng Tower?"
Being so squeezed by Li Jiangye, Xue Tianjun's expression did not change at all. He just rubbed his drunken breasts and said lightly: "The Black Cavalry has another name..."
"...Call to the death camps!"
Um?
Li Jiangye hummed and looked at Xue Tianjun with some confusion, "No general will let his army die in vain. Even if it is to show the character of the Zuojia Ming Cult, is it necessary to use the blood of thousands of people?"
Xue Tianjun remained silent.
"You don't understand!"
After a long time, Xue Tianjun replied.
"I'm afraid you don't understand why you do this!"
Now, it was Li Jiangye's turn to look down on Xue Tianjun.
"Ignorant junior..."
Xue Tianjun spoke harshly and suddenly coughed twice, "I don't understand why this is happening, but I know... Li Baiyi decided on today's situation hundreds of years ago!"
Li Jiangye frowned slightly, then smiled and shook his head, not caring much about it. Although he had some connections with Qingtian Martial Palace, he knew that he could only take action now.
Even if Lin Changtian comes back one day, knowing that he refused to save him until death, he will be full of resentment against him.
But the number of his shots will ultimately be left to Lin Huang and Li Chunfeng.
Moreover, with Xue Tianjun here, it would not be his turn to take action.
Since the chat has reached this point, and there is no result, Li Jiangye can only helplessly shake his head...
But Xue Tianjun held Ruhu in his arms, but never looked out the window. It seemed that the desperate Mingjiao army in the sky outside Baizhan City had nothing to do with him.
He came to Baizhan City because Qin Changsheng said something to him during the battle in the vast ruins -
——When you have time in the future, you can take a closer look at my little junior brother!
So, Xue Tianjun is here.
However, Lin Huang had already left Qingtian Martial Mansion, but Xue Tianjun discovered a world-proud blue dragon in Baizhan City that was supposed to soar above the nine heavens.
However, this proud black dragon was crippled and was as lame as himself.
Xue Tianjun kneaded the breast in his arms, even though he did not look out the window. But how could every bit of the world war outside escape his perception.
Although he didn't take action, there was still a lot of anger and emotion in his heart!
The leader of the killings, Xue Tianjun, who frightened the world at that time, wore the white tiger's destiny and held the Meng Zhang Magic Sword. Wherever he went, not a blade of grass grew, and countless holy emperors fell.
So far, this is the outcome. Even if you want to take action, you must look forward and backward and consider the overall situation mentioned by Li Baiyi.
Oh……
Xue Tianjun fed Ruhu half of the wine and poured the other half down his throat.
…
The dark night was as thick as ink and as thick as sea water, tightly wrapping the forest wasteland.
It made it hard for him to breathe.
At this moment, Lin Huang didn't know if he still had any consciousness left.
He couldn't sense whether he was still alive.
He just lay there quietly in the endless abyss.
Along the way, he didn't know how brutal the fights and terrifying inner demons he encountered.
Enter Piaoxue Palace, kill Han Qingtian, fight against Blood Spirit Palace, kill Liu Cangsheng, kill Beilin Weiyang...
As a result, Li Chunfeng stabbed him twice in succession and sprinkled a handful of poison.
How many times have things gone smoothly in the gutter, only to fall into the hands of a little brat?
Lying on the abyss, Lin Huang looked as if he was about to die in a daze. However, the face he lay on the ground was full of distortion and ferocity.
besides--
——Unfeeling!
I don't know how long it took.
When the anger, resentment, ferocity, and ferocity on Lin Huang's face accumulated to a critical point, the originally dilapidated and weak body actually stood up directly.
He stood up coldly and ruthlessly.
Lin Huang stood in the pitch-black abyss, holding a sword in his hand, his expression twisted and dull, his body stiff and murderous, and his whole person looked like the same figure - the ruthless Shura!