The crowd stared at Lin Zixuan. This unknown guy was very scary. He could release a terrifying curse power and kill people directly.
This battle, regardless of success or failure, is destined to shock the two great kingdoms of Sunset and Moyun, and its reputation will remain in the annals of history forever.
"What blood core did you swallow back then? What blood spirit did you condense?" Commander Moyun refused to give up, as if he was sizing up a monster. For a person at the third level of the blood soul realm, it should be difficult to even fathom the power of mysteries. How is that possible?
He can cast almost Taoist spells, does he have some world-shattering blood spirit?
It is rumored that some monsters are beyond the "Record of Strange Beasts of Mountains and Seas" and are born with the Dao. They have developed some special abilities, such as seeing through illusions, devouring all things, etc. If a mortal can successfully absorb their original power, as long as he does not die, he will surely rise to the top of the sky.
, to become a peerless strong man.
"Kill your blood spirit." Lin Zixuan said in a cold voice, and a terrible curse force spread out. Darkness and decaying Tao Yun eroded Demon Cloud Commander, and his life became lifeless and was about to be completely extinct.
In the panic, I saw Commander Moyun pulling a puppet with his palm. With a thought, the puppet expanded crazily and turned into a puppet engraved with scriptures. The ancient characters flickered, transferring the spell, and covered with evil black lines.
The whole body of the puppet was killed instantly, but it also gave him a chance to breathe.
As a monster of the Moyun Empire, how could he not have a way to save his life?
"Kill." Demon Cloud Commander's eyes were red, and he released an extremely sharp aura. He saw a spear like a poisonous dragon, piercing directly into the heart of the sunset soldier. His body turned into a gray light, caught the spear, and
Came to Lin Zixuan.
"Go to hell." Commander Moyun roared angrily, holding the spear in his hand, spitting out killing intent, and released the surging black spiritual power, which was extremely terrifying.
A spear was thrust out, and there was no time to dodge. The aura of silence came down and enveloped Lin Zixuan.
Everyone's hearts were beating hard, what a sharp move, that shot was too fast, too fast to dodge.
Commander Moyun smiled ferociously, he was just a junior, he was so stupid for trying to turn the tide.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, his face changed drastically, and an unexpected void door appeared behind him. He turned his head and saw a pair of cold eyes staring at him, which was so cold that it made his heart tremble.
"Damn the power of space." He roared angrily, and the sound of piercing the air was endless. Every sound was accompanied by a shocking sword light. In just a moment, the terrifying sword energy swept from all directions and penetrated his body.
"Boom."
An extremely loud sound was heard, and the Demon Cloud Commander's body exploded, and a black illusory figure appeared there, fleeing toward the horizon.
"go."
Lin Zixuan shouted coldly, and the dark demon left his hand and headed towards the panicked soul body. The sword passed by like lightning and was nailed to the black shadow. The surging soul power surged towards the dark demon, only to
In an instant, his soul was shattered.
The morale of the armies was high. Some timid Moyun soldiers looked at the death of their leader, with struggles on their faces. After a moment, they knelt down and surrendered.
But this is a battlefield. Before I could get a chance to forgive my sins, I was pierced by the spears of friendly forces. They are the Blood-killing Demon Guards and the Iron-Blooded Legion. They would rather die than surrender!
During the fight, a monstrous force came down. At this moment, the crowd felt their whole bodies tremble violently, and the movements of their hands could not help but slow down, and they raised their heads to look at the sky.
Above the sky, there were seven dark clouds rolling in. In each dark cloud, there was a human figure. After a while, the dark clouds dispersed and the true appearance of the human figure was revealed.
With black hair, black armor, and ghost masks, these seven figures look like gods of death, towering over the sky and looking down at the world.
Lin Zixuan's face was solemn. This time, he exposed too many tricks, which made him face an indescribable situation, which was thousands of times more dangerous than fighting, and could easily lead to catastrophe.
Lin Zixuan was helpless, but he had no regrets. He clearly felt fear, greed and crazy killing intent in the eyes on the ground looking at him.
"Are we going to die for our country?" Lin Zixuan revealed a sense of powerlessness. He was locked by seven powerful auras at this moment. It was an invincible feeling. Moreover, his meridians were spasming and he was no longer able to fight.
"You are a barbarian and a pariah who doesn't know your own abilities. How can he still be worthy of competing with me, Mo Yun?"
"The devil has a good life. If you tie your hands and kneel down in piety, I will make you a slave. For generations to come, your sons will be slaves and your daughters will be prostitutes."
A figure uttered a cold voice, and immediately, a dark chain flew out from under his sleeve. In just an instant, many figures were unable to escape and were locked by the chains and pulled in front of the figure.
The extremely huge palm print fell, and without even a scream, it was annihilated in the black palm print.
"They are just ants, trying to survive is really ridiculous."
He glanced at the remaining crowd coldly and said in a cold voice: "Have you thought clearly?"
"You die for your country on the battlefield, and your body is returned wrapped in horse leather."
Everyone said in unison, it was a kind of unwillingness and a kind of tragedy. From the moment they followed Lin Zixuan, they put life and death aside.
"Ignorance, ignorance."
The eyes from the sky fell on the sunset soldiers, their voices were indifferent, and the palm prints covering the sky shrouded the sky. From the moment they made their decision, their lives finally ushered in the judgment.
The palm print was vast and full of destructive power, but underneath, in the distortion of the void, golden light filled the air, and a ripple spread out, obliterating the pressure.
"If you all die, the entire Demon Cloud Army will also be buried with you."
This voice was very domineering and resounded throughout the world.
The seven figures looked stern and handsome. Looking down into the sky, there was a gentle wind heading straight towards the sunset soldiers. After a while, the soldiers' injuries recovered a lot.
There were nine figures, all wearing golden masks, and their bodies were shining with golden brilliance. A terrifying power could be felt in the crowd, making the Demon Cloud Legion tremble.
"Seven Killer Demon Generals, your opponents are us." The nine golden figures stepped forward, and suddenly, a warlike will to look down on the world rose up, making the seven figures above the sky look sharp.
The gazes of Sunset's sergeants revealed a hint of fanaticism and a sense of respect from the bottom of their hearts. He was the highest general of the empire, the Sunset Imperial General who was as famous as the Seven Demon Generals.
Rolling black spiritual power gathered in front of the Seven Killing Demon Generals, and chains intertwined in the void, turning the world into a huge cage. Facing an opponent who was not inferior to themselves, they were extremely solemn, and they used a combined attack stunt.
"Destroy!"
Accompanied by a loud rumbling sound, the seven people blasted out a palm with all their strength. The dark palm prints were superimposed on each other as if they were drowning the world. The power doubled, covering the sky and the sun, and they blasted towards General Sunset Emperor.
The palms of the nine people slowly raised, the space roared, and hurricanes blew violently in their palms. The golden hurricanes slowly took shape, merged into one, and turned into a terrifying golden storm, sweeping the palm prints and turning them into
For nothingness.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The nine men bent their bows and nocked arrows, and a sharp roaring sound broke through the air. The black cage was directly penetrated by the stream of light, revealing an extremely huge hole.
"Let's go." The Emperor shouted, and as he rotated his palms, a golden hurricane swept up Sunset's soldiers and fled. However, they saw the billowing killing energy coming towards Sunset Emperor, and they moved forward inexorably, as if they were going to pierce the sky.
Lin Zixuan looked at the blood-stained blow, his heart was cut by a knife, but he couldn't care less and could only follow the soldiers to escape. He only had the third level of Blood Soul Realm strength and could not change the pattern of the war. There was only so much he could do.
The killing intention roared, quenching the golden light, turning into a killing sword, slashing down, too fast to dodge, only to resist.
"Tsk, tsk!"
Terrifying fluctuations bloomed in the void, the ruthless sword cut the bottom, and wisps of bright red blood splashed out, and it was no longer possible to tell whose blood it was.
…
The blood dyed the earth red, and the demon puppets trampled it again and again, killing countless people.
In this war, there is no command, no battle formation, no coordination, only chaotic fighting. Everyone is tempering their will, everyone is red-eyed, and the bloodthirsty momentum like a beast is blooming.
The strong wind roared in the ears, and the war horses galloped wildly, chasing Lin Zixuan.
A figure moved forward, stabbing Lin Zixuan with a spear, wanting to intercept and kill Lin Zixuan, but the sword light flashed away, and the figure was instantly cut off his horse. Among the crowd, there were a few people left behind, facing the chasing demon.
Wei killed him.
The number of people in the makeshift team was getting smaller and smaller, but they formed an invisible tacit understanding. Whenever the enemy caught up, a few people would definitely stay behind. They knew Lin Zixuan's significance to this war.
His life is above all else.
The horse galloped forward at full speed. On the broken wall, corpses piled up like mountains. Most of these corpses were the corpses of Sergeant Sunset.
"What a fast pace."
Some people had bitter expressions on their faces, looking at the cavalry chasing after them and the withered team. What was once a high-spirited team was now reduced to nothing.
In this world, someone must defend justice, and someone must make sacrifices. He suddenly pulled the rope, and the horse he sat on slowly slowed down, and he quickly jumped off the horse.
He raised his head and saw the demon guard approaching him sitting on a war horse, looking down at him indifferently.
He took off the long sword on his back and stepped forward slowly, with a determined look in his eyes. The long sword dragged on the ground, leaving a trace of the sword.
The sword light flashed, and he unleashed the final blow, delaying for a moment, but he was also beheaded, and the blood he shed irrigated the land.
The sound of horse hooves was rolling, the dust was flying, and the demon knight's pursuit of Lin Zixuan continued from the end of the night to the beginning of the sun.
In the sky, the thick dawn mist was driven away by gusts of strong winds, and a new sunrise slowly rose. I saw billowing sound waves coming slowly from far to near, accompanied by endless white brilliance. In an instant, there were muffled waves.
The sound of drinking was heard, and nearly half of the chasing cavalry were stabbed in the chest by the sound of the piano and died on the spot.
It was a white figure, sitting on the clouds in the sky, with a guqin placed in front of him. It was quiet and peaceful, as if it was integrated with the heaven and earth.
"Master Qin." The demon guards were shocked when they recognized his identity. He was so powerful that they couldn't resist him. He could kill them with just a flick of his finger.
Another sound of the piano came out, and a terrifying breath flowed in the wind. The music sent out ripples, causing violent fluctuations in the world. Many demon guards died under the sound of the piano.
"withdraw."
The shrill screams came one after another, and the Demon Cloud Army was in confusion. They turned their horses around and retreated crazily.
In the void, Mr. Qin is still playing the piano. Every time the music of the piano falls, a large number of demon guards fall to the ground, just like a broken heart, killing people without blood.