On the battlefield at the junction of the three tribes, the sound of killing was loud.
If there are more than a thousand creatures, it means that thousands of armies are passing by. If there are more than ten thousand creatures, it is like a mountain or a sea;
Millions of living beings can shake the earth with a stamp of their feet, and move mountains and seas with a shout;
If there are thousands of them, their power can shake the heavens.
Thousands of living beings cry out to kill them, and they will be destroyed by heaven and earth!
The flames of the phoenix fall to the ground like meteors,
"Zizzizi..."
One big hole after another was burned into the void.
"Boom boom boom..."
The phoenix flame fell into the Qilin and Dragon armies and exploded, killing countless soldiers and burning them to death.
"hold head high!"
Yun Conglong.
Billions of miles of cloud water vapor surged in.
More and more condensed, more and more condensed.
Above the battlefield, the clouds were like ink and the sky was dark.
Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it.
"Click~"
"Click~"
There was constant thunder in the sky and frequent lightning flashes.
Thunder and lightning gathered together to form a sea of thunder that covered the sky.
"Whoa whoa whoa~"
Heavy rain fell.
"hold head high!"
The rain falls and gathers into rivers, and the rivers merge into seas.
The sea water is boundless, the waves are huge, thousands of feet high, and each wave is higher than the other.
The sea of thunder in the sky overwhelms the birds, and the low rolling waves sweep over the beasts.
Pressed by the sea of thunder, everything was scorched black.
Swept up by the tide, no bones remain.
"Roar!"
The unicorn steps on its hooves and the auspicious clouds bloom.
The Qilin standing on the earth is the son of the earth.
Wherever it passes, the country's virtue is vast.
The accumulated soil formed mountains, which were higher than the sea, and rolling waves rolled around the mountains.
The earth cracked open, and an endless abyss appeared. The abyss was extremely dark, like a bottomless world. It swallowed up the sea water, swallowed up the dragon clan, and swallowed up the phoenix clan.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The unicorn war drum beat, resounding through the sky.
The thunder shattered it, and the clouds and rain dispersed automatically.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Ten thousand dragons soared into the sky, forming a great formation of ten thousand dragons.
The major ethnic groups under his command also formed large formations.
The Qilin Clan and Feng Clan are not to be outdone.
The phoenix dances in the sky, and the unicorn treads the ground.
One big formation after another was set up.
The formations are one after another, distributed throughout the battlefield.
It’s a big formation, and it’s a killing formation!
Once the formation is complete, it becomes full of murderous intent, killing thousands, and killing non-stop.
When the formation opens, life and death are revealed, and life and death are determined by fate.
The phoenix dies and is reborn from the ashes;
When dragons fight in the wild, their blood is black and yellow;
The unicorn died, the earth collapsed and the mountains were destroyed.
On the side of the dragon clan, the two ancestors of the dragon clan, Xuanlong Bailong, came. I didn't want to come, but the fighting here was too fierce.
On the Feng Clan side, the two major Feng Clan chiefs, Quan Bao and Gui, came. I didn’t want to come, but too many people died here.
Two emperors from the Qilin side, the Southern Qilin Emperor and the Northern Qilin Emperor, came. I didn't want to come, but the dragon and phoenix clans all came, so I had to come.
All three parties came. Seeing how brutal the killing was, they all restrained themselves and did not kill together.
Their ancestor was the emperor and the patriarch.
It's not their turn now.
They want to be in charge, at the rear of the clan.
As long as they are here, we can kill people from the front.
The three tribes have never been afraid of killing. How can they not fight for hegemony?
What they are thinking about is victory. Where does victory come from?
Fight out!
Stop killing with killing, kill all the enemies, and I will be the winner.
With the arrival of high-level officials from the three tribes, the war not only did not subside, but instead became more intense.
There is killing in the sky, there is killing on the earth, there is killing in the rivers!
In this murderous world.
A roc bird is wandering on the battlefield. It doesn't look like it's here to fight, but more like it's here to play.
He traveled to every corner of the battlefield, wandering between battles.
"wind!"
The wind rises from the sky and is the wind from the sky. The wind blows stronger and stronger, and eventually it becomes a hurricane, blowing down thousands of dragons.
"wind!"
The wind rises from the earth and is the wind of the earth. The wind turns into a tornado and sweeps away all the animals.
"wind!"
The wind rises in the palm of your hand and comes from the great roc. It is the boundless wind of the roc!
Wherever the wind passes, there is killing and calamity.
Wind! Wind! Wind!
The wind blows constantly and the killing continues.
Blowing down one piece after another, killing one after another.
"boom!"
A huge palm fell from the sky and slapped Dapeng.
Dapeng's figure is like the wind, floating away.
Where he was standing before, a big palm fell, causing more deaths and injuries.
"Hahahaha, after waiting for a long time, you are still here!"
Dapeng looked up to the sky and smiled. He didn't have to be in trouble, but he came anyway.
He wants to wait during the great calamity, and he wants to see if he can wait until his calamity.
Kill him when he arrives, and kill him when he can't wait.
If you kill it, you will live; if you cannot kill it, you will die.
Life is inevitable, and death is inevitable?
The big roc is in disaster, the giant whale is in disaster, but they are at ease.
Isn’t it beautiful?
Dapeng soared ninety thousand miles to meet his long-awaited old friend.
Old friend, old friend, why not go away?!
Now that you are here, Pindao will give you a ride.
"kill!"
The Nine Heavens Gang Wind is as sharp as a sword and can shatter all tangible and intangible objects.
The wind of heaven, the wind of earth, the wind of roc.
Kill towards Jiutian.
The owner of the big palm has an indistinguishable figure and face.
Obviously, like him, the person who came was not the old friend.
The old friend is only half here, or in other words, the road is half here.
So what if it’s half? Just kill it.
If you kill one half, will the other half be far behind?
This time, he only wants to kill the person in front of him!
Facing the charging Dapeng, the old friend did not panic.
With one palm strike, the wind also rises!
It’s a violent wind, a furious wind, an immeasurable evil wind!
The wind howls and the dark wind gusts.
The collision of wind and wind, the collision of palms.
This is a battle of avenues.
In a moral dispute, there is no distinction between right and wrong, only life and death.
Whoever wins the fight, whoever survives, is qualified to say right or wrong.
The battle here did not attract much attention from the top officials of the three tribes.
The Dragon Clan Xuanlong glanced at it and then stopped looking. It was not like he wanted to kill the Dragon Clan Mighty One.
The Beilin Emperor of the Qilin Clan took one look and then stopped looking. He was happy to see that someone was looking for trouble for the Feng Clan.
The two clan leaders of the Feng Clan, Quanbo and Yuanhuo, took a second look, simply because Dapeng belonged to the Feng Clan.
As for who is fighting Dapeng, don't worry about that.
It's not like they don't know that the battlefields of the three tribes often mix in sacred things that don't belong to the three tribes.
So what if you sneak in? Just kill him.
…
In the southwest of the ancient world, there is a sea of sand.
Dressed in Tsing Yi and walking forward in the sea of sand, a line of footprints connected up and down to form two smooth curves.
The curve traces the sand sea, and the footprints are from far to near, from shallow to deep, and the step distance remains unchanged.
When a footprint in the distance is submerged by yellow sand, a new footprint just fills it up.
The sun hangs high in the sky, baking the yellow sand hard.
Qing Yi didn't sweat even a drop, he just carried his sword and moved forward.
Step by step.
A gust of wind blew and carried away a piece of sand.
You are the wind and I am the sand, lingering to the end of the world.
The encounter between wind and sand always seems a bit romantic sometimes.
The wind is free, but the sand is not free.
The wind carries the sand, and freedom brings unfreedom. No matter whether the sand is willing or unwilling, it will still fly in the sky in the end.
Perhaps it is precisely because the encounter between Feng and Sha is a combination of freedom and unfreedom that romance generally does not last long and will definitely end.
When the gentle wind whistles, it gradually becomes violent and turns into a violent wind; when the sand changes from flying to domineering, and is provoked by the wind into a sandstorm.
That is a disaster, a disaster, a calamity!
Taoist Yuchen stopped, drew out his long sword, and stood motionless in the face of the furious wind and sand.
Xingmu stared closely at the black shadow hidden in the wind and sand, raised his sword eyebrows, and drew Qingping's sword.