A great war was opened with northern Jiangsu taking the lead in launching an attack.
The giant dragon roared and the long sword of a hundred feet exuded a murderous aura. The black clothes in northern Jiangsu were fluttering, with cold eyes, slashed wildly, and used them without any scruples.
He did not expect the less than ten million monks behind him. He chose to fight, so he had already prepared for the fox army to fight.
His roar was able to knock out dozens of powerful monks, and what followed was his violent and violent slash.
"Drink, you dare." Han Yin saw this and shouted softly. He closed the folding fan in his hand, and his white clothes fluttered.
Boom, a warship more than fifty feet long pierced through the void and rushed towards him. The warship was made of the spines of ferocious birds and beasts, and the hull was made of any metal, which shone with a cold metallic luster.
Dong.
The sound of a war drum being beaten up came from the warship.
Han was so excited that he rose and fell on the bow of the warship, standing in awe. The strong wind blew his white Confucian clothes, making a sound.
Han Yin stood on the bow of the ship with his hands behind his back, and a momentum of pointing out the country was revealed. Looking at Su Bei who was coming to kill the general, Han Yin smiled faintly.
Dongdongdongdongdong.
The war drums sounded three times in a row, and from under the bow of the ship, a huge main cannon slowly stretched out.
At the same time, Su Bei had already entered the crowd. Luo Tian threw out a huge temptation, enough to make most people lose their minds, kill Su Bei, and obtain the immortal pill.
But they forgot that how could Su Bei be killed so easily?
Because Han summoned the warship, the three hundred immortals in Wuyin Mountain also rose up and surrounded the warship, stopping in place, neither moving forward nor retreating.
Because countless monks had already passed by the warships and rushed towards northern Jiangsu. Han Yin, Master Kuzhu, and Master Fang Zhi looked at each other, and all raised a smile.
Let a group of cannon fodder consume the power of northern Jiangsu first, why not do it?
When the monks who killed and rushed towards the north of Su, they woke up instantly when they came to the north of Su and slashed wildly. They all shouted in dismay and tried desperately to escape to the rear.
How could Su Bei's violent power be able to compete with? Of course, it was too late to wake up at this time. Su Bei only increased the power of ten monks, and his speed of waving the Qiantian Blade was also faster.
What's more, Qiantian Blade is already a semi-divine weapon, and the sharp edge of the artifact is so vast that there are still a few people who can look directly at it.
boom.
The flesh and blood splattered, the soul scattered, and the sword spirit was disdainful to absorb the power of these cultivators' souls and semi-divine artifacts, and Su Bei's violent power, as long as the blade passes by the human body, no matter whether it hits or not, it can blow this person up, and even his soul will explode.
The violent power has affected nearly two hundred feet of space. In this space, it is a desperate domain, and no one can escape.
"kill."
Wujian, Guihai, Mo Xi, Shen Qinglan and the other four roared in a low voice, turned into illusions, and rushed to the battlefield. Behind them, millions of disciples and monks also followed, all the weapons were out of the sheath, and the flashes of light were flashing, and murderous aura was everywhere.
No matter how strong Su Bei was, he could only control nearly two hundred feet of space. Therefore, the monks who missed him directly faced Wuqing City, the Three Palaces, and millions of casual cultivators.
No one will show mercy when killing. The light of life and death is bright between heaven and earth. Blood sprinkles in the sky, and blood rains fall in the sky.
Every moment, every minute, every second, someone dies, and the pungent smell of blood instantly covers the entire space and space.
Lingbao stood alone at the end. He held the Buddha's ritual in his left hand, turned the Buddhist beads in his hand with his right hand, chanting scriptures in his mouth, and golden lights sprinkled on the millions of monks.
"Drink, Thousand Spears are gone, and the Wujian kills you." A loud shout sounded, and thousands of spear shadows assassinated Xiang Wujian fiercely. It turned out that it was the leader of the Thousand Spear Sect who fought back, Hua Qiangqi.
"Wu Jian, let me Hua Qianghang come to meet you." Hua Qianghang shouted.
"Serious." Wu Jian shouted coldly. Behind him, the phantom of the giant sword suddenly lit up. With his backhand, he pulled out a sword that was flashing with white light that was almost the same as an ordinary flying sword. He held the sword and stabbed it out with a light sword.
With a loud bang, thousands of gun shadows disappeared, leaving Hua Qiang who was holding a spear and with a horrified expression. It turned out that the sword in Wujian's hand was actually the tip of Hua Qiang who stabbed directly.
"Fellow Daoist Hua, it's a big mistake to help the evildoer." Wu Jian said in a deep voice. He also hoped to win back the hearts of some famous strong men.
"Hmph, Wu Jian, put away your hypocritical face. Thousand spears are united, kill without scars." Hua Qiang opened his eyes wide and shouted angrily.
As soon as the spear was withdrawn, he escaped from the swordless sword's tip, and the spear flew back to Hua Qiang's hand. Hua Qiang shouted loudly, and the surging true energy in his body surged into the gun body madly.
The spear made a loud bang, and Hua Qiangren held the gun body and threw it towards Wu Jian in an instant. The spear pierced the air and made a loud sound. Then, the gun body suddenly accelerated and disappeared.
"The evil of heaven can be done, especially if it is done by man, but it cannot survive." Wu Jian sighed lightly.
His face turned cold, and he showed no mercy. The long sword in his hand pierced out faintly, without any fancyness, and he slowly passed it out. Cang, a loud bang sounded.
The next moment, the powerful magic power carried by the sword in Wujian's hand instantly forced the spear out of the void. Hua Qiang's face changed, knowing that he could not defeat Wujian, so he shouted repeatedly and wanted to take back the spear.
But, it's too late.
"Drink, Qingcheng Sword Decision, break it for me." Wu Jian shouted.
The sword in his hand suddenly turned into a phantom. In an instant, it seemed like a mountain that was thousands of miles long, extremely heavy. His sword and sword were slashed on the spear, and the clanging sound was endless.
No one can describe Wu Jian's speed at which he can draw his sword. It is simply a joke to see the shadow of the long sword in his hand. Hua Qiang's Wuhen killing Wu Jian in front of Wu Jian.
In half a breath, before Hua Qiang's response was realized, Wu Jian had already put away his sword and stood up in awe. Hua Qiang looked at Wu Jian in a daze, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Roar." General Sha Fengtian of the Sea God Palace roared angrily and rushed to Hua Qiang's face. Above his head, the giant shark soul opened his huge mouth and swallowed Hua Qiang's mouth in one mouthful.
Hua Qiang had no chance to scream. At this moment, with a clang, the long handle instantly cracked and turned into pieces of debris, falling down.
"Sect Master, I'm so brave. Kill my sect Master, go and die." Countless roars sounded.
Thousands of gun shadows shot towards Sha Fantian. However, Sha Fantian was holding a strange fan in his hand. He smiled coldly while the green clothes were flying.
"Hehe, Brother Sha, let's see my snakes entangled." A charming, charming and beautiful woman in a dark purple dress suddenly shot to Sha Fantian's side, and said in a ecstasy and delicate voice.
Before Sha Fantian could speak, the woman had waved her hands repeatedly, and thousands of black air shot towards the thousands of gun shadows that were coming.
Hissing...
The black air hissed and instantly passed through the gun shadow and rushed into the Thousand Spears camp. Suddenly, a burst of screams rang out.
"Ah, where are there so many snakes?"
"Get out, beast."
"kill."
"Help."
...
The angrily shouted, accompanied by the terrible cry, one after another. After a few breaths, there was finally a terrible cry and a snake.
When Sha Fantian saw it, he said in a buzzing voice: "I said Yan Mei, this is my brother's dish. You just ignore my feelings for your snakes and grandchildren."
"Oh, Brother Sha, don't be so stingy. It's not easy for me to keep a family." Shui Yunyan said in a sweet voice.
Sha Fantian smiled and said, "Forget it, I ate that old guy, well, it tastes good."
"Give me your life." Another loud shout came.
"Wow, what a big tone." Suddenly, several laughter sounded, and several figures rushed to Sha Fantian and others.
The giant demon's aura rolled like a tide, and the loud shouting sound instantly became hoarse. A Mahayana True Lord retreated in horror.
On the other hand, in the Qingcheng camp, a group of disciples and elders faced countless monks, fighting fiercely, blood stained the sky.
"Zhouguang Cauldron, Nine Yang True Fire, Burn." The three immortal elders all destroyed a giant cauldron and shouted repeatedly.
The giant tripod emitted a red light, shining thousands of feet in the space. Under the destruction of the three of them, the rolling Nine Yang True Fire spurted out from the mouth of the tripod, burning countless monks to death.
Mo Xi took Qi Luo and walked in the air, constantly wandering among the monks, stirring up purple mist in the sky. As soon as those monks came into contact with the purple mist, they would immediately go crazy and kill each other until they died.
As Shen Qinglan waved his hands, the purple silk rolled up, soaring to a length of a thousand feet. In the rolling and rolling, strangling countless monks. Qingshang and Bai Ling fought side by side with Yin Tianling, the Chixiao Sword and the Phantom Sword were shining. The Ziyun Sword Sword and the newly cultivated Qinglan Sword Sword were used alternately to massacre a monk.
Su Lang and Ji Ya fell in shock at the last place of the disciples of Qinglan Palace, and occasionally killed one or two monks who fled in panic. In their eyes, they were full of hatred. When they looked at Su Bei, they were shocked and hated.
"A shocking sword, ten thousand swords break the sky." Zhuang Shihua faced a group of monks and let out a light roar. His body leaned forward slightly, suddenly shaking his true energy in his body, and swung his hands towards the front.
Suddenly, the sound of breaking through the air sounded one after another, and millions of sword shadows shot out from the air. Zhuang Shihua is the master of the sword pool, who can compare with him the number of weapons?
Ah, puff, puff, puff...
The screams sounded, and Zhuang Shihua looked at the thousands of flying swords he sprinkled out and assassinated countless monks.
"Kill." The 100,000 children from Jianchi shouted angrily.
In an instant, countless flying swords broke through the air and assassinated them, killing a scattered cultivator again, and blood stained the world, which was a terrible sight.