Chapter 1993 All kinds of bad things, all eyes are desperate days
Chaos suddenly arises.
The Imperial City Palace was surrounded by tens of thousands of elite disciples of the Tianshan Sect.
One after another, formations and arrows of light swept into the gorgeous palace.
In a blink of an eye, the splendid luxury was gone, only devastation was left.
Tomorrow night, the eight great martial gods of the mainland will guard the eight directions, bursting out with unstoppable and vast momentum to resist the attackers.
"kill!"
Huangfu Yuan's face turned red, his veins popped out, he yelled hysterically with all his strength, and suddenly pulled out the sharp blade with a cold light.
He led the Sword Sect disciples and countless iron-blooded soldiers who defended their homes and country into the battlefield.
Everyone regards death as home.
The power of the eight great martial gods can still resist the elite disciples of the sect.
The two sides are confronting each other, and it is difficult to tell who is superior and who is inferior.
At this moment, a white-haired old man wearing a cloak appeared with two warriors from the upper realm.
Yu Zun was walking high in the sky with a cane in his hand as if he were walking on flat ground. His cloudy eyes under his cloak looked at the eight great martial gods of Mingye Continent, as if they were staring at a cold corpse in the abyss.
The enchanting woman wearing a beaded veil behind her said indifferently: "To die for Yu Zun is a worthy death. These mediocre people are too small and too selfish. Yu Zun has been a chivalrous and righteous man throughout his life, and his breakthrough in cultivation is for the sake of the whole world.
The martial arts civilization of the human race, it is their blessing that the Lower Realm was chosen by Yu Zun, but they are going to go to war because of it. The people of the Lower Realm are too narrow-minded, which makes me disappointed."
"That Huangfu Yun has a very good relationship with Ye Chuyue."
The young man on the right was covered with a mask and looked down at the world below. He saw Huangfu Yun running wildly on the battlefield at a glance, and said disdainfully: "Ye Chuyue was so bold on the Qingfeng Platform of Longyin Island, relying on some appreciation from the Dragon Ancestor.
, dare to embarrass Yu Zun in public. Since Huangfu Yun favors Ye Chuyue, he cannot stay."
"Born in the lower realm, so-called mortals are like ants."
Yu Zun's crutch reached the top of the imperial palace's head.
His old and powerful voice, like the cold wind in winter, spread throughout the entire continent that stretched thousands of miles.
"Ants and mediocre people are inferior in every way."
Yu Zun shook his head in disappointment, "I don't want to start a big war, but all the gentlemen of Ming Ye deserve death, and Lord Ming Ye, you will be a sinner for the ages."
"Eternal sinner? Where did the eternal sinner come from?"
Tomorrow, Lord Lu was dressed in a snow-white dragon robe and strode into the battlefield.
He looked up at the old man who was overlooking the mainland from high above, and said sadly and generously: "Are you destined to die in the lower world at birth? Do we, the ants and mediocre people, deserve to be reduced to your stepping stones? I respect the upper world and you, Yu Zun.
, To the upper world, the Mingye Continent may be like an ant that can be strangled to death by you at any time, and it is also very poor, but there is nothing else in the Mingye Continent, but there are warriors who are not afraid of life and death. As the master of this continent,
Lord of Ming Ye, I will not go anywhere today. I will stay in the imperial city and advance and retreat with the warriors of Ming Ye until death!"
Huangfu Yun raised his arms and shouted: "We warriors will never truce until their blood is shed dry!"
"We will not fight until the blood dries out!"
Up and down the imperial city, countless warriors almost shouted in unison.
Its voice resounded through the sky, as if it was about to break through the ninth heaven.
The faces of the warriors, soldiers, and common people in the imperial city were filled with perseverance.
In order to protect the mainland, they will fight to the end.
Even the old, young, women and children, who were helpless, had no intention of retreating.
The key to the mainland's survival is that no matter what the outcome, they will not retreat.
Above the sky, the sun sets, and the sky is filled with burning clouds.
The huge barrier and the thousands of brilliant rays of light complement each other, making it seem even more beautiful than the Taoyuan Wonderland.
But under this graceful and beautiful sky, crazy and extreme killings unfolded.
"kill!"
Mingye Landlord shouted, waving his long arms and making a hunting sound in his dragon robe, as if a hidden dragon emerged from the abyss and soared into the sky.
The eight martial gods each displayed their magical powers, their bodies shrouded in dazzling light, and their martial bodies erupted with murderous aura that surged like a tidal wolf.
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword.
Shouts of killing arose all over the place.
They rushed out from the eight directions of the palace, turned into the same light, and headed straight towards Yu Zun high in the sky.
Yu Zun shook his head, "Don't overestimate your capabilities."
He gently raised his hand, and a nebula vortex brewed in his palm.
Eight rays of light burst out from the vortex.
The light turned into a huge star fist, which seemed to fall from the sky and hit the eight martial gods.
The power of the God of War is so small and fragile that it is vulnerable to a blow in front of the Lord of the Upper Realm whose hands can reach the sky.
The Star Fist contained infinite power, tearing open the sky, destroying the spirit of the God of War, and shattering their backbones.
The backbone of every Martial God was shattered at the sound.
Not only that.
Wherever the fist struck, the remaining energy directly tore off their Dantian and Wugen.
In the blink of an eye, the God of War was reduced to a useless person.
Such crushing massacre can only be accomplished by the strong in the upper realm.
The Mingye warriors who had been so high-spirited just now were all suppressed by the choke-like suffocation.
The continent they live on cannot bear this.
The god of war they respected as light was instantly deposed.
The terrifying star fist broke the back of the God of War and extinguished the fire of faith in the hearts of the warriors.
In the face of such powerful strength, what qualifications do they have to resist?
Those ants should be trampled on.
Even if you try your best, you can't change the established solution.
In the face of absolute crushing strength, no one can do anything.
Mingye Continent has lost the protection of the eight great Martial Gods, and the elite disciples of the Tianshan Sect must be in a no-man's land.
Seeing this situation tomorrow night, Master Lu's eyes were filled with desolation.
Sad, deplorable.
All you can see is despair.
This day has finally arrived.
He is so incompetent that he cannot guard the prosperous world created by his ancestors.
"Yue'er, go back."
Master Lu closed his eyes, and his tears were lost in the bloody wind.
"Huangfu died, he would rather die in battle than become a deserter."
Huangfu Yun's body was covered with scars, and his face was covered with bright red blood.
He gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on the knife, and shouted: "The warriors of tomorrow night are neither afraid of life nor afraid of death."
"Senior Brother Huangfu, if you die in the same year, month, and day in this life, in the next life you will be a good brother who lives and dies together and enjoys martial arts!"
The sword sect disciples did not forget to shout loudly while fighting hard.
Suddenly, I felt a little melancholy.
"I still want to see Ye Zi enter the Dao Sect in the future. Now like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to see it again. I wonder if Miss Ye Zi will miss us?"
"Yuezi loves to drink, so he will definitely sacrifice a pot of wine to us."
"That's enough, that's enough."
"Brothers, kill! All the lords of the upper world are fucking rubbish!"
"..."
At the end of the wind, a voice came from the carriage with dancing gauze: "Why bother blocking the carriage with mantis arms..."
Tianshan Sect's wife Lin Nichang looked at the bloody battlefield jokingly, and looked at Huangfu Yun with a hint of mockery in her eyes.
"Young Master Huangfu cherished each other's feelings for Ye Chuyue from the Imperial Domain on Longyin Island. Unfortunately, a disaster is approaching, and the only one who can help you is yourself."