"Let me go, I will crush the human race, I will enslave the entire human race."
The vicious demon was dragged back to the Eight Sects Alliance Army, still roaring and struggling, its scarlet pupils showing the deepest hatred for the human race.
Bang!
Zhao Chu kicked the vicious demon's knees to pieces, and then swung the blood dragon halberd with his backhand, causing a blood arc to fall down neatly.
Whoosh!
A ferocious monster's head flew high into the sky. Before it died, its head still had an expression of hatred, like a dark and ferocious light.
In front of the three armies, behead the enemy generals.
He is like a lone hero, crushing all despair in the world.
The whole world was watching Zhao Chu perform alone, and no one dared to breathe loudly.
"When we meet on a narrow road, whoever draws his sword...will win!"
Wang Junchen lowered his head and kept chewing these words in his mouth, his white hair dancing wildly and his whole body trembling slightly.
It all depends on people.
The reason why miracles are remembered, praised, and sung into poems... is only because of those who created the opportunity. They never give up and they fight until the last drop of blood.
They are the backbone of heaven and earth.
"The battle has not reached the last moment, why are you dejected... If the evil monster is really so terrifying, why don't you just kill me and are you still talking nonsense here?"
On the top of the battlefield, Zhao Chu stomped the Blood Dragon Halberd hard, and a crack exploded like thunder, making countless young people tremble.
Quietly.
The drooped heads slowly lifted up, and those pairs of gray and desperate pupils quietly awakened the will to fight.
The heads of the evil demon and the foundation-building puppet are tiny flames.
But one spark is enough to start a prairie fire.
"war!"
An unknown person roared hysterically, venting his boundless fighting spirit.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The next breath, the roaring sound was like a roaring flame.
When the silent volcanoes burst into flames, the sky was destroyed and the world was destroyed.
"war!"
With a roar, the sky seemed to be torn apart.
"war!"
With the sword in my hand, why should I fear that the world is vain, but the battlefield is stained with blood.
"war!"
In all circumstances, our heroes will never fear or regret!
…
Buzz buzz!
The world between heaven and earth is filled with the sound of drawing swords.
One by one, the young men were silent, with a fire burning in their chests, suppressing a drop of blood... Their swords greedily thirsted for the blood of their enemies.
The sound of swords buzzing and trembling.
Between heaven and earth, a high-spirited war song is composed.
At this moment, Zhao Chu's black robes were flying and he stood in the center of the battlefield. He was the leader in everyone's hearts and the fire of faith in everyone's minds.
The fighting spirit was completely awakened.
The monument of no regrets in Zhao Chu's body buzzed and trembled, regaining its unparalleled vigor.
"Thanks!"
At this moment, at Zhao Chu's feet, the head of the Wulong Sect elder he had chopped off opened its eyes strangely.
Um?
The whole audience was shocked.
Even Zhao Chu's heart twitched.
If the head is chopped off, is it still impossible to kill?
"Don't worry, we refused to kneel down and surrender to the evil demon. Wu Longshuang fed us poisonous elixirs and became involuntary puppets... We have no thoughts, but we have gained a vitality stronger than ordinary people."
"When we die, our minds will be clear for a few seconds."
"Young man, thank you for pulling me out of the sea of misery...Thank you for killing me. If possible, kill them all. That would be a relief."
The head had long since lost its sound, just like a stubborn blue stone, but the strange sound could be transmitted.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill...kill..."
"kill!"
That voice was still echoing in the sky, unwilling to disperse for a long time, as stubborn as a knee that would never kneel down in pain.
Whoosh!
Countless young people put their palms on their left chests in a martyr's salute.
They did not kneel down to the evil monster. Just the backbone that represented the human race was enough to make everyone respect them.
Buzz!
At this moment, a ball of fighting spirit as big as a fist sank into the Monument of No Regrets. Zhao Chu was shocked, and every pore in his body was trembling.
The fighting spirit of the Wulong Sect elder is simply terrifying.
This is gratitude.
This is the gratitude of the deceased hero, and it is the purest spiritual power in the world.
Looking at the cold-faced Wulong Sect puppets in the distance, Zhao Chu gritted his teeth... At this moment, it had nothing to do with the grudges of the nine major sects. Inside every indifferent body, there was an unyielding soul that was still being tortured.
Their hands were controlled, and they chopped the butcher's knife on their loved ones with their own hands. The pain in their hearts was so cruel.
"war!"
The dark clouds in the sky were trembling, the dust on the ground was stirring, and Elder Death's thanks ignited everyone's fighting spirit to the limit.
Zhao Chu raised the Blood Dragon Halberd high and let out a roar that shook the sky.
The dark clouds in the sky were suddenly blown away, and the ground was full of cracks... The iron army, like a torrent of steel, could not wait to rush over.
"We will fight too!"
Previously, the eight sects' foundation-building elders were filled with shame, looking at their disciples who were all fighting for a slim miracle. As role models, how could they be afraid of fighting?
Rumble!
The strong wind in the sky tore apart, and the fight in the Foundation Establishment Realm began.
The leaders of the eight major sects were not to be outdone.
Even if the odds of winning are slim, we shouldn't give up.
…
"Master, disciple...come to help you escape!"
The rolling torrent passed by him, and Zhao Chu suppressed the severe pain in his heart... A tear actually flowed from the corner of his eye.
"Senior brother, senior brother... what should we do... what should we do!"
By this time, Huang Lingling had already burst into tears.
From the beginning, her beautiful eyes were fixed on a puppet elder of the Wulong Sect.
Huang Gongchuan!
The former director of Xiangfeng Martial Arts Academy, Huang Lingling's third grandfather, and Zhao Chu's mentor.
At that time, Huang Gongchuan, at the age of 90, barely managed to break through to the foundation building. Instead of going to the blood refining military camp where the Huang family had been trained for generations, he went to the Wulong Sect and became an elder.
Zhao Chu slowly closed his eyes.
In his mind, the scenes of Huang Gongchuan teaching him the skills that day were swirling, and his heart was broken.
"Senior brother, I don't want Third Grandpa to die. Ever since I was little, only Third Grandpa has loved me the most. I won't let Third Grandpa go!"
Huang Lingling was helpless and threw herself on Zhao Chu's shoulder, her tears soaking Zhao Chu's clothes.
The heroine, who was acting vigorously and resolutely on this battlefield, fighting one against a hundred, had never been so panicked.
…
Rumble!
The eight sects' encirclement and suppression campaign finally began.
Zhao Chu killed a Foundation-Building Fierce Demon. The Foundation-Builder in Fengxuan Pond freed up his hands to suppress the formation, attracting attacks from the Foundation-Building Puppet. Ordinary disciples had already stepped into the Shura meat grinding ground.
There are always several dazzling locations on the battlefield.
The everlasting desolate ice and snow freezes all living things.
Wherever the sword dragons in the sky ran over, the corpses of the ferocious monsters were separated.
One after another, the blood dragons were like divine punishment falling from the sky, and the vicious monsters fell in pieces.
As the puppet disciples continued to be killed, they all briefly came back to their senses. Although it was only for a few seconds, he sincerely thanked the eight sect coalition forces and sincerely wished Qinggu Bisheng.
Of course, the disciples of the Eight Sects also suffered heavy casualties.
Every drop of blood is an elegy of no regrets. The dead die and the living are angry.
As time passed, the war not only did not extinguish, but became more and more intense.
Whoosh!
Wang Junchen froze a foundation-building puppet, and a disciple stepped forward and chopped off the head of a foundation-building puppet.
Be inspired!
At this moment, the whole army was excited.
One of the foundation-building elders died, and the pressure on the coalition forces dropped sharply. As the situation increased, the offensive became more and more fierce.
Whoosh!
The good news keeps coming.
On the other side, Liu Yueyue, not to be outdone, also cut off a foundation head.
Fang Sanwan was a little slower, but with the cooperation of Ning Tianjiang, he also beheaded a puppet in one fell swoop.
The three of them were the absolute main force on the battlefield. They did not dare to rest at all and continued to surround and kill the last two foundation-building puppets.
The last two people, one with pale hair and a strong iron fist, punched a disciple through the chest with vicious methods.
The other one was a strong man in the late stage of foundation building. Every time a gun fell, more than a dozen disciples of the Eight Sects Allied Army were killed. Within a radius of one foot, there was a death penalty zone.
All disciples moved out of the area and waited for Wang Junchen and others to come on stage.
This is the battlefield for the top geniuses.
"Everyone, be careful!"
Wang Junchen led a dozen disciples of the ninth level of Qi Refining and slowly moved towards the two men to besiege them.
Most of these people are masters on the disciple list of the eight major sects.
Snap!
At this moment, Wang Junchen gently put down a hand on his shoulder.
"Third brother!"
Turning his head, Wang Junchen frowned. There were tears in the corners of Zhao Chu's eyes. This was abnormal.
"This old man, I'm here to help him get out...he is my master!"
Nodding, Wang Junchen's palm was filled with ice and snow, and the battlefield with a radius of one foot was cleared.
They concentrated on surrounding the puppet in the late stage of foundation building, leaving Huang Gongchuan to Zhao Chu.
Buzz!
At this moment, only Huang Gongchuan and Zhao Chu, the master and the disciple, were left within this distance.
However, Huang Gongchuan's pupils were so cold that he just punched him hard!
Bang bang bang~
Bang bang!~
Bang bang bang~
Snap!
Vientiane Senluo!
After nine consecutive blasts of energy, Huang Gongchuan had already mastered the energy. When he used it, it was like the roar of a war dragon. The heaven and earth were shaking, and the ground in this area began to collapse.
"Master, do you remember? This Wanxiang Senluo is the first martial arts you taught me. Relying on it, I defeated Feng Haoyan, the number one player in Xiangfeng Martial Arts Academy. I broke into the battlefield without regrets and created forty thousand achievements along the way.
The demon generation."
"Master, my apprentice has neither brought shame to you nor disappointed you."
call!
Zhao Chu moved and dodged the powerful punch. The strong wind ruffled his clothes and tore the air into pieces.
Rumble!
Huang Gongchuan turned a deaf ear.
Another backhand punch, heartless and colder than a bloody weapon.
"Master, do you know? I have worked hard for so long and fought so many times. I really want to fulfill my filial piety in front of you and show what I have learned in front of you... to make you look at me with admiration, so that you can be proud when bragging to others.
proud."
"It's ruined...everything is ruined."
"After the battle on Tianbang, my appearance finally recovered, but you never knew that Zhao Chu was back... The vicious monster is so hateful."
Boom boom boom!
Punch after punch followed. Zhao Chu closed his eyes and relied only on his overwhelming mental strength to dodge the punches again and again.
Tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes.
He had unspeakable feelings for this old man. Among all the masters of Zhao Chu, Huang Gongchuan was the weakest, even pitifully weak, but he was the most kind and grandfather-like.
Always caring about you in every possible way.
"Master, you have been tortured for long enough. Disciple, I will help you escape."
Zhao Chu took a deep breath and his pupils opened suddenly.
Snap!
Bang bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Nine crisp sounds in a row shook the valley.
Snap!
The tenth sound of the Vientiane Senluo turned Zhao Chu's entire body into a powerful fist, which seemed to be able to break through the entire world.