In the void, the sound of gold and iron horses lingered for a long time.
Thousands of troops and horses, all as black as ink, galloped, the stars shook violently, and the mountains and rivers lost their color.
The old figure seemed to be isolated by the entire shijiè, looking a little lonely.
Gao Jianli looked at Fatty Xiao expressionlessly, his sword finger moved slightly, and the galloping army became even more terrifying.
Bang bang! The illusory war horses collided with him, but they seemed to be real. Thousands of horses collided with him. Fatty Xiao fell backwards as if he had been struck by thousands of thunders.
Wow! Blood splashed wildly, and Fatty Xiao's eyes became dim.
Although these phantoms collided with his body, they actually collided with his soul. In an instant, his soul became dim.
The Ao Shi Sword that had been released screamed sadly, fell straight down, and landed in the sea of blood among the mountains of corpses.
The Divine Sword channeled the spirit, and the Proud World Sword trembled slightly, trying to rise into the sky, but the majestic pressure prevented it from moving.
"Proud of the world!" Faced with the approaching phantom, Fatty Xiao chuckled: "I want to kill the enemy, but I am unable to!"
"In the cycle of life and death, if there is an afterlife, I will still be the soul of the Martial God. I will definitely drive you Tiangang people out of the Martial God!"
Scarlet blood seeped out of his eyes, and several pupil shadows appeared again in Fatty Xiao's dark eyes, with the eight pupils gradually overlapping together.
But the moment the eight pupils appeared, Fatty Xiao's eyes went dark, he could no longer see anything clearly, and he was blind.
Gao Jianli shook his head slightly, and his slender, green-white sword finger gently touched the void: "The soul is annihilated, there will be no next life, Yi Shuihan!"
Kaka! The coldness rolled back, and in an instant, the whole world turned into a white shijiè. Both Fatty Xiao and the thousands of troops galloping in the sky were frozen at this moment.
Cold! Biting cold! Fatty Xiao couldn't see the ice and snow in the sky. But he felt that the blood in his body was frozen, even his thoughts and will.
"Your magical powers are very weird, but the gap between you and me cannot be bridged by magical powers!" Walking towards the ice, Gao Jianli's eyes were like lightning, staring straight at Fatty Xiao in the ice.
, there was no disdain in his eyes, but instead solemnity.
Gao Jianli zhidào. If this person had not reached the end of his strength, and if he had not obtained the Mohist inheritance, the outcome of today's battle would still be unknown.
Kaka! Gao Jianli stepped on the thick ice, and cracks spread under his feet. Endless coldness condensed. Below, millions of generals from the Six Nations were suffocated and looked at this scene quietly. There was a flash in their eyes.
The color of fanaticism.
"Kill him, kill this despicable warrior god!"
"Crush him into pieces and kill him!"
After the deathly silence, a deafening roar of cold drinks arose. A hundred responses were received, until finally more than a million soldiers from the six nations were roaring, like guests in the Colosseum, about to enjoy a bloody feast.
One hundred feet. More than fifty feet, more than thirty feet. Gao Jianli walked slowly and leisurely. His pace seemed casual, but every time he took a step, his feet seemed to land on Fatty Xiao's heart.
Until he took the tenth step, he could no longer take another step. In front of him, in the void of heaven and earth, an invisible mountain seemed to appear. This majestic mountain made it impossible for him to cross even half a step.
The snow-white sword eyebrows raised slightly, Gao Jianli's breathing suddenly became rapid, and a vast and boundless pressure roared down silently. This pressure made him feel frightened. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw a cold...
His voice rose suddenly like a cold wind: "Jing Ke died in my hands, so why should I vent my anger on others? Gao Jianli!"
This voice was very familiar to Gao Jianli. For the first time, shock appeared in his calm eyes. He turned around and stared straight at the end of the world: "You are indeed not dead!"
In the ice, the shadows in Fatty Xiao's eyes gradually dissipated, and a rare look of ecstasy appeared on his cold face.
Swish! Below, millions of soldiers from the Six Nations also looked at each other, each with their eyebrows furrowed, guessing the identity of the owner of this voice, and some of them looked horrified and broke out in cold sweat.
"Ying Zheng asserts that you have fallen, haha, who would have imagined that the aloof Ying Zheng would one day guess wrong!" Gao Jianli's cold eyes scanned the end of the world like a wild beast, trying to see the most unforgettable thing in this life.
A figure.
"Because he overestimated Ziji and underestimated me!" A plain voice came slowly in the void, and its endless thunder whipped up crazily at the end, tearing open the void, and a thousand-foot dragon of life and death swam out.
Come, above, a figure stands with hands behind his back. Although he is not tall, his tall and straight figure gives people a sense of the vastness of the world. Seeing this figure, waves of shock finally appeared among the dead troops.
Shout: "It's the fifth generation moon god!"
The name of the Fifth Generation Moon God seemed to be a curse, and everyone present turned pale.
This is comparable to the existence of the Tiangang Lords. Even the generals of the Six Kingdoms, their bodies are shaking at this moment, and their eyes no longer have the ferocity they had before.
This is a ruthless man, the same ruthless man who once killed Zhao Zun in his hands.
"I have been waiting for this battle for three years!" A fierce fighting spirit filled his cold eyes, and Gao Jianli's figure was trembling slightly, not in fear, but in excitement.
"I've disappeared for so many years, which makes you worried!" Ye Chen ignored Gao Jianli, and his calm gaze fell on Fatty Xiao in the ice. A hint of chill gradually emerged in his black eyes. At one glance, he
It can be seen that Fatty Xiao's current state is not good. If he had arrived half a step later, Fatty Xiao might have perished long ago.
Killing intent surged, the stars rolled back, and the tumbling thunder all around immediately fell silent. A terrifying killing intent slowly appeared in the black eyes. Ye Chen stepped out, his eyes locked on Gao Jianli, and he instantly became extremely cold: "
Do you want to avenge Jing Ke?"
"Today, I will give you this opportunity!" After a pause, Ye Chen glanced at the millions of soldiers from the Six Nations below, and said calmly: "Whether you want a group fight or a one-on-one fight, it's up to you!"
It can be described as arrogant to select millions of warriors by one person. Even if the generals of the six countries who were afraid of Ye Chen before had a vague anger spreading in their hearts, these five generations of moon gods are too arrogant. This move is undoubtedly contempt for them.
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Gao Jianli's eyes were cold, but when he heard these words, a smile appeared on his lips: "I choose the latter!"
"With my own strength, I am only 30% sure of facing you!" Gao Jianli said coldly, and then he growled to the people watching below: "Do it!"
"So what about the Fifth Generation Moon God! A few years ago, he had a battle with Ying Zheng. In that battle, Ying Zheng asserted that the Fifth Generation Moon God Yijing had fallen. But now that he has appeared again, I am afraid that he escaped by chance and hid it from Ying Zheng!"
"In that battle three years ago, he must have suffered severe injuries. In the past three years, he may have been recovering from his injuries, and he may even still be injured!"
"Everyone, when we join forces today, we don't believe that he can challenge so many martial arts realms!"
A series of deep and powerful roars sounded from below, and immediately a series of figures rushed out in vain, the cold sword shook, and the sword light swept out like a sword, with an astonishing fluctuation, lightning-like
and shrouded Ye Chen.
Dozens of Martial Arts realms, plus tens of thousands of Lingwu realms, filled the world with dense sword light, eclipsing the mountains and rivers.
The moment the generals of the Six Kingdoms took action, Gao Jianli sat on the ice and took off the guqin he was carrying on his back. The guqin had five strings, but one of them had been broken. However, the moment Gao Jianli spread out the guqin, a wave of decay
The breath of vicissitudes of life pervades the guqin.
"Brother Jing, Jianli will avenge you today!" Gao Jianli murmured softly. His hands, which made women jealous, gently pressed down on the strings. Just as he was about to pluck the strings, he heard several shrill sounds.
But the screams echoed in the distance: "Ah!"
Blood dripped down, Ye Chen stepped in the void, a sword of rules was held in his hand, and the long sword was swung, the dazzling sword light was like a waterfall flowing down, rushing in the void, directly rushing towards the sky.
Crush several martial artists at the front.
The sword light was cold for nine days, and one of the generals who had condensed his original body was pierced by the sword light like the rolling Yangtze River and cut in half before he could reach Ye Chen.
The sword glowed like a rainbow, and Ye Chen seemed to be walking leisurely between heaven and earth. He waved his sword casually and suppressed these warriors with ease. It was a battle without any suspense.
Behind, the life and death dragon and the fat fish stared at this scene in stunned silence. After a long time, they softly said: "Awesome!" (To be continued)