The so-called speed of soldiers is the most important thing. From the gathering of three million upper-level monks in Hanlong to the time they are forced to enter Kunlun, the time spent completely subverts everyone's concept of speed, time and distance!

Even three million Hanlong monks came to Kunlun's feet. Although they looked tired, they looked surprised, as if they had never expected that they had arrived at Kunlun's feet in such a short time! []

They set their eyes on the front and stood in the air on Du Jun. The reason why they were able to swear troops to Kunlun in such a short time was because of the sarcasm and scolding of the man in front of them all the way!

The greater the pressure, the greater the potential of a person, people are forced out! (Xiao Leng's heart voice)

Above the earth, there was a quietness, and the night wind blew, bringing a little coolness. An inexplicable breath enveloped the entire mountain. In the night, there was no sound of insects and birds, as if the birds and beasts between heaven and earth smelled a horrible crisis and were silent!

Du Jun looked at the entire Kunlun. The mountain entered the clouds, like a sharp blade standing between the sky and the earth. In the vicissitudes, a faint sense of evil spirit was revealed.

"Today's battle..." Du Jun sighed inwardly. During these days, he had figured out many things. There should be no Dongxu cultivator above China. That is to say, if the white bones come, he would face a hard battle!

As for the white bones, I am afraid that when they came here, they were already a Dongxu monk. In the temple, the undead Kunlun ancestor was able to enter Dongxu, but Du Jun vaguely felt that it must be related to the temple. Perhaps, in the temple, the monks could avoid the way of heaven and enter the Great Realm of Dongxu!

"What is hidden in the temple...? How many more exist? What was the purpose of building this temple?" Du Jun said intimately: "I think that when the scattered master invaded Shenzhou, except for the white bones, the monk Xuanzu came!"

The four dragon heads of the Han dragon four veins stood silently behind Du Jun, and their faces gradually became impatient. Qiu Nu couldn't help but step forward and said, "Demon Lord, since I asked me to come in a hurry, why did I feel silent at this moment?"

Du Jun was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Do you know when people are the most tired?"

Several people said nothing, Qiu Nu hesitated and said, "It's early morning!"

Du Jun shook his head and said, "No, it's because he is nervous! I think Kunlun has known about it a long time ago, but they would never have thought that our speed could be so fast. It's also a kind of nervousness if we were surprised and puzzled!"

"And at this moment, I, three hundred Hanlong people, besieged Kunlun but did not attack and kill... What would you think if you were a Kunlun monk?" Du Jun smiled indifferently and said, "When the full moon hangs westward and half-hangs on the treetops, you can lead my Hanlong four veins to attack and kill up the mountain!"

"Abide by the law!" Qiu Nu and the other four said at the same time.

Everyone couldn't stop talking. Three million monks were divided into four pieces and besieged Kunlun, but there was no sound. There was a silent sound. A solemn aura erupted from the sky, and countless hidden birds and beasts fled!

When the full moon hangs westward, Jutian and the other four looked at each other and rose up from the sky. Jutian shouted, "Hanlong blood disciple, follow me to Kunlun!" After that, he left by himself. Behind him, the blood of the four Hanlong monks rose up and left with him!

"The black dragon lineage, bloody Kunlun!" Qiu Nu's voice drooped, exuding a solemn aura. Hundreds of thousands of cultivators behind her followed her and went up the mountain!

"Purple Dragon lineage, kill!"

"The Qinglong lineage, Yang I, the power of Hanlong!"

Taoist Tianhong and Tianyin were also unwilling to fall behind, shouting in unison, leading more than one million cultivators to kill Kunlun.

The Han dragon is divided into four veins: Qinglong, Blood Dragon, Purple Dragon, Black Dragon. The disciples of the Qinglong are wearing green clothes, the disciples of the Blood Dragon are wearing blood-colored robes, and the disciples of the Purple Dragon are wearing purple coats. The disciples of the Black Dragon are wearing clothes like this night!

In the night, I looked out from afar, but I saw the disciples of the four veins winding up on the huge Kunlun Mountains, like four blue dragons. The dragon was angry and stern, and the evil spirit was revealed!

Du Jun sat cross-legged at the foot of the mountain, closed his eyes and entered into a state of meditation. He was standing beside him, and when he looked up, he couldn't help but be shocked by the spectacular Han Long's veins running up the mountain!

When Hanlong went up the mountain, a short while, the sound of fighting came, and the mightiness came, no longer cool, with a strong blood, and a terrifying madness and killing!

In between heaven and earth, at this moment, only the sound of fighting resounded, roaring, screaming, wailing, moaning, and different voices condensed a brutal aura that shocked the world!

This breath swept across the world!

Suddenly, a figure rushed over from Kunlun. When he approached Du Jun, he knelt down on the ground and said anxiously: "The Supreme Elder of Kunlun is coming, and the Dragon Head is defeated!"

Du Jun opened his eyes, his eyes fell on Xingdi, reached into the air, sacrificed the sword of life and death, delivered it to Xingdi, and said, "Kill!"

Xingdi looked at the two long swords in shock. The white long sword was filled with a strong vitality, but the black long sword was filled with a violent and murderous aura. This aura was moved by him!

He took the long sword and followed the disciple up the mountain. As he ran, his body continued to expand. When he reached the middle of the mountain, it was already a thousand feet long. He glanced across his eyes, but he saw countless monks fighting and shaking the sky, corpses spread across the mountain, blood was left, gathering into a stream, leaving behind the mountains!

In the void high above his waist, Jutian and his men were dealing with a Supreme Elder. In a crisis, if he came half a step later, Jutian and his men would probably be killed by the Supreme Elder!

He groaned happily, raised his hand and punched him, like a mountain, alarming the void, making a loud noise. Even the Supreme Elder couldn't help but change his expression. Facing this sudden punch, he did not dare to touch his sharp edge, and he quickly retreated!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he retreated, he roared happily, and the dead sword in his hand slashed down, sprinkling the dead air, and faintly formed a world, covering the Supreme Elder! The sword even thundered through the air and slashed towards his neck!

The Supreme Elder was almost the same as Xingdi's cultivation level. He just retreated, but he wanted to breathe a breath. At this moment, he roared and sacrificed a long sword, which was the peak magic weapon of the divine grade, carried its golden way, tore through the sky, and faced the dead sword that was slashed!

Xingdi couldn't help but shrink. This dead sword was Du Jun's magic weapon. If it was broken, he was afraid that Du Jun would not be happy. As soon as he thought of this, he immediately punched it out, making a loud bang, which was no less than the peak magic weapon of the divine grade!

However, before the fist arrived, the dead sword had already rumbling and slashed on the sword of the Supreme Elder. The two intersected each other and suffocated themselves. Under the shock, the void was broken, and the cultivators who were fighting in the vicinity stopped!

"You dare!" Seeing this, Xingdi immediately shrank his eyes, fearing that the Death Sword would be damaged. He roared, sacrificed his fangs and smashed his head at the Supreme Elder! But he didn't expect that at this moment, he suddenly heard a broken sound. Looking at it, it was the peak sword of the divine grade that was actually cracked and made up for it!

The Death Sword was not damaged at all. With one move, the divine long sword was broken. The void was spiraled, and the blood light came into my eyes. The huge head of the Supreme Elder Kunlun burst into the void immediately.

He was overjoyed and laughed ecstatically. He reached out and grabbed his head in his hand, crushed it, waved the fangs in his hand, and smashed the Supreme Elder together with the Nascent Soul!

The man had just died and gasped without waiting for rest, and immediately called out a grief and angry scolding. Six figures of human beings entered the sky and attacked Xingdi from all directions. At this moment, facing the six Kunlun Supreme Elders, Xingdi was full of solemn expressions!

Xingdi roared wildly, without taking a step back, raised the fangs in his hand and rushed up, but he didn't expect that at this moment, the sword in his hand suddenly flew out of the air, flashed, and penetrated into the dead sword, fused with the dead sword to form a long sword of yin and yang colors, suspended in the air, making Xingdi excited, and rumbling, he reached out and grabbed the sword in his hand!

He waved his sword and smashed it a few times, killing the hand of a Supreme Elder of Kunlun. He no longer had any worries about the sword in his hand. Qianzhang's body waved the yin and yang sword with a hundred feet of roar. The sound of rumbling was endless. For a moment, it seemed as if the world was gone, and only this thousand feet of evil demon and the 100 feet of sword in his hand remained forever!

You are excited to restrain the powerful Kunlun powers. Jutian and the four disciples led the disciples of the four veins and killed Kunlun monks retreat step by step. It can be said that every Kunlun monk has to face several Hanlong monks at the same time. How can we fight?

Only retreat!

This battle, from night to day, and then into night. Five days! Five days, the battle was coming to an end. Tens of thousands of Kunlun monks were surrounded by countless Han Dragon tribes on the top of the mountain!

Within five days, Xingdi's sword with a big hand, like a god of war, killing dozens of Kunlun Supreme Elders, making countless Kunlun monks look like the god of death. Moreover, his body was upright and his every move was filled with a terrifying evil killing aura, and he was even more like a ferocious beast from the ancient times of the prehistoric world!

What frightened Kunlun monk the most was the Yin-Yang sword in his hand. He waved his sword and shocked the earth. He slashed his attack, and he was even more like he was about to break the sky!

On the top of the mountain, there is a palace, which is less than a thousand feet in a radius, like a huge town. The remaining tens of thousands of Kunlun monks retreated here, as if there was an abyss behind them, and they were guarding the palace tightly!

Because the terrain on the top of the mountain is fierce and small, Hanlong monks should not rush up, but for a moment, they were also stalemate here!

His eyes were fierce, and he laughed wildly. His big feet moved, rumbling and shaking the mountain. He sacred a large sword in his hand. He raised the sword and wanted to smash it at the palace. When he saw it, these Kunlun monks were guarding the palace!

"Guard the palace!" The only remaining Supreme Elder Kunlun face suddenly changed when he saw it excitedly. He screamed, and his body rose up from the ground, and actually faced the sword that was slashed down by Xingdi!

"Looking for death!" He snorted coldly, and the sword in his hand rushed, rumbling and tearing through the sky. He saw that it was about to hit the Supreme Elder, but he didn't expect that at this moment, a figure suddenly escaped from the palace!

The figure seemed like a god, and the power that was invincible was approaching Xingdi. With one palm pressed, he immediately slapped the Supreme Elder to the palace, and then slapped Xingdi with a palm, shaking the void and rumbling!

With a palm, he actually threw Xingdi out, and his huge body thrust on Kunlun Mountain. The rocks splashed and the peaks vibrated!

"Master of the Mountain!" The elder in the sky suddenly exclaimed, and was immediately surprised, raised his arms and shouted: "It's the Master of the Mountain, the Master of the Mountain! Kill me and kill all these Hanlong monks!"

In the distance, Xingdi was unfamiliar. He got up and slashed at the Lord of Kunlun Mountain, but was hit by the latter's palm and flew back. Xingdi roared repeatedly, and simply threw out his long sword and sacrificed his fangs, which made the Lord of the Mountain fight together!

However, it took only a hundred breaths, and suddenly a muffled groan in his heart. The man was smashed down from the void, leaving a big pit on Kunlun Mountain!

The dragon heads of the four veins of the Han dragon looked at each other. Xingdi was not the enemy of one palm, and they were even more frightened. But at this moment, Xingdi suddenly escaped from a big pit and rushed towards the Kunlun Mountain Lord, roaring: "Go and invite the master!"
Chapter completed!