Huai Pomeng led the elite army of the dynasty to Santuyuan, fifty miles away from the Great Wall of Despair, and encountered the army of the Bardo Realm head-on.
King Zhou led the last army in the Bardo Realm to stand ready, waiting for the arrival of the elites of Huai Po Meng and Yin Tian Dynasty.
Seeing the appearance of the army under the command of King Zhou, Huai Pomeng smiled and said: "It seems that King Zhou is not as violent and cruel as the rumors say, and he knows how to fight against the odds."
After the First World War in the Royal City, the strongholds garrisoned by the armies of the Bardo Realm were quickly wiped out by the Yintian Dynasty, and their combat power was seriously damaged.
If we defend according to the danger, even if we temporarily block the attack of the Yintian Dynasty, the army without supplies and soldiers will not be able to withstand subsequent attacks.
King Zhou ordered a full-scale attack, which seemed stupid, but in fact he had the idea of burning the boat.
Rather than sit back and wait for death, it is better to fight hard. If we can defeat the elites led by Huai Pomeng and wait for work, there will still be a glimmer of hope for the Bardo Realm.
The current situation no longer allows King Zhou to choose.
"However, before the general trend, what can we do, it is just a struggle."
Huai Po Meng ordered: "Send orders to all armies to get ready for a decisive battle with King Zhou's army."
"Obey the order." The messenger conveyed Huai Po Meng's order to all the armies, and organized the army to prepare for war.
The elites of the Yintian Dynasty and the final fighting force of the Bardo Realm will meet in Santuyuan, and the battle to determine the fate of a realm is about to begin.
Huai Po Meng and King Zhou met in front of the two armies.
King Zhou held the "Kingdom of Sorrow and Wrath", the divine weapon of the bardo world, and his strength could no longer be suppressed. He spoke wild words to boost the morale of his army, "Huai Po Meng, someone of this age, he is qualified to play music for the lonely king."
With the sarcastic words ringing in his ears, Huai Po Meng showed no anger at all and replied: "The yesterday's master of the Bardo Realm was just a sharp-tongued person, useless in the world. The soldiers in your hands can actually fill my collection.
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King Zhou laughed and said: "Young man, if you talk arrogantly, don't you know that if you are willing to fight, you will perish. This time I start the war lightly, because I am thinking that you are young and ignorant. If you retreat from now on, both worlds will be fine."
Huai Po Meng commented: "Ha~ You are the master of a realm, and you don't want to secure the people and enrich the country. You only know how to play with power, trying to rule the whole realm with weird and unpredictable ideas, resulting in the decline of the country's power. The Bardo Realm will be in the current situation.
, King Zhou, you cannot escape the responsibility for your crimes. It is possible to separate one party from another. If you fight for hegemony in troubled times, you cannot escape the disaster of subjugating the country and annihilating the clan."
Being ridiculed by Huai Po Meng, King Zhou, who was arrogant in nature, said angrily: "Whether the country will be destroyed or not is yet to be determined. But today, Gu must twist your head off. The whole army will attack!"
"Ha~, march on!" Huai Pomeng waved his sleeves, and the imperial army was dispatched.
The two armies were fighting together. In an instant, the sound of killing was loud and blood flowed throughout Santuyuan.
Huai Po Meng and King Zhou meet again, and the world is turbulent.
"Well, you are different." Huai Pomeng realized that his opponent's strength was no longer what it used to be.
"It's enough to twist off your head. Drink~" Zhou Wang Haoyuan mentioned, showing off the power of the master of a realm.
Huai Po Meng's potential closed three points, with You Dou taking the lead.
The king of Zhou holds the chance of victory, has a strong foundation, and every move is grand. Wherever the angry king points his finger, rocks and clouds collapse.
"Boy, you are making Gu impatient. Hahahahaha..."
Although King Zhou had the advantage, he saw that Huai Po Meng Hua restrained his energy and supplemented it with the help of body skills, and the two sides gradually became a tug of war.
On the other side, Guihuang Hellbender faced off against Shangdang Junheng and Gucheng Buwei.
Duan Junheng destroyed the magic, and all of a sudden ghosts appeared.
Gucheng Buwei's sword skills are fierce, and combined with the changes in the spirit hunting skills,
The ghostly hell has transformed into a qi that sinks into the abyss, and the ghost hand holds the power without fear of the blade.
While calmly responding to the move, the ghost boy showed his effectiveness and saw through his opponent's flaws. "This little ghost trick is trying to trap me."
As soon as he masters the sword that is not in danger in Suigu City, Hell changes and activates the power of ghost words, "Liu·Hu·Lai·Dragon·Chi".
The five words united into one, Ding Junheng's technique was shattered and was injured by the backlash.
"The evil boy changed", Hell Transformation took advantage of the situation and struck out. The isolated city was not in danger and could not avoid it, and was stabbed through the chest with a palm.
"City Lord!"
The sharp palm pierces the chest, and the isolated city is not in danger, knowing that death is approaching, destroying the true energy of the whole body, and launching a move that will burn both jade and stone.
"Imperial City Kills the World!"
"Ling·Mao·Dao·Jian", the hell transforms and destroys ghost words, and protects the whole body.
After a earth-shattering explosion, the entire city was left in jeopardy, with no corpses left.
The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and I don’t know where Xiaoxiang is? Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on the distant belief, pointing to the dusk sky, and returning home with empty consciousness.
Although the army in the Bardo Realm had good morale, it could not fight for a long time. Facing the powerful elites of the dynasty, it gradually fell into a disadvantage. The battle situation gradually tilted in an unfavorable direction.
Seeing that the war was going badly, Huai Po Meng refused to fight with all his strength.
King Zhou's impatience gradually grew, and he took action with force, and his royal power exploded with dazzling brilliance, "King's Style: The God of Hell Abolishes the Way".
Suddenly, a locust tree breaks a dream with a thunder, and the strings of the zither burst out, "One string, yaoyao, thunder shakes the sky."
The wind and thunder suddenly changed, and the heaven and earth became dim.
Unparalleled energy swept across all directions, but in the smoke and dust sky, a dark shadow rushed in.
The ghost master Ji Zhong, who had been lurking for a long time, sprang out from the darkness and hit Huai Po Meng's vest with a powerful palm.
Unexpectedly, Huai Pomeng had already taken precautions. He turned around and blocked the palm that the ghost master was determined to get.
"The one who took action that day was indeed you." Huai Pomeng responded to the enemy with one palm, and with one hand pulled out the bloody string from the qin, using the string as a whip to lock the incoming king's spear.
"you……"
Without waiting for the two Zhou Wang ghost masters to react, a supreme dragon roar came out of Huai Po Meng's body, as if it was the power of heaven and earth.
Suddenly, the wind blew up with eight thunders, and the heaven and earth were stunned.
"The second string shakes the world, the wind and thunder shake"
The power of a candle dragon and the transformation of wind and thunder are at your fingertips.
The royal power was shattered and the ghost master was injured.
The plan failed, King Zhou was in disbelief, "This is..."
Huai Po Meng was in a state of calm and calm, "King Zhou, your plan is too superficial for anyone to see through it at a glance. How can I not take advantage of your plan and take advantage of the situation to destroy your last fighting force?"
King Zhou was unwilling to accept defeat and said, "Do you think this is the end?"
"This is how the war ends. Haven't you noticed yet? Red Tide."
The word "gently" was like thunder in King Zhou's ears.
King Zhou covered his chest, "How...how did you know?"
Huai Pomeng said with a smile: "You must use your last strength as a guide and use our army's unfamiliarity with the characteristics of the red tide to eliminate the troops entering the Bardo Realm. As everyone knows, I will also use this to eliminate your last combat power. After today, the Bardo
The world will be completely controlled by my dynasty."
King Zhou didn't believe that he would fail so easily, "When the red tide rises, you can't stop it at all."
Hearing this, Huai Po Meng smiled and said, "Block? Ha, the Buddha of the past was able to build a wall of confession to block the red tide. How can I not build a high wall again in another way? King Zhou, you are just a wall.
Just sit down and watch the sky."
The red tide rages across the border, and Zushan Qiyi and Yan Wushang arrive.
Yan Wushang looked at the red tide that covered the sky and the sun, and sighed: "It's amazing! I didn't expect that the Bardo Realm adjacent to the Hundred Demon Road would have such a natural disaster. With such a disaster, it's no wonder that the combat power in this realm is so weak."