Demonic clouds covered the sun, and darkness dominated the entire sky.
In front of the Desolate Mountains, a hundred-foot-tall purple boulder stands, with the two ancient characters "Thunder Sword" engraved on it. The ancient sword intent fills the void, but cannot clear away the dark clouds in the sky.
In the four directions of this purple boulder, green light shines. It is a blue-armored warrior, holding a halberd or a sword. They are so densely packed that one cannot see the end at a glance. At this moment, the gazes of these warriors are focused.
Some of them were covered in blood, some had broken arms, some had broken kneecaps, and some had bleeding eyes and were actually blinded by stabbings.
The blood energy soared into the sky, hundreds of thousands of warriors gathered together, and the majestic blood energy gathered into a smoke of energy as thick as a pillar of heaven. It was like a real dragon coming to the world, or like a tiger entrenched in the sky, but the top of the sky was filled with thick black clouds, as if
A huge evil dragon overlooks the earth, watching with eager eyes.
"Damn, damn the demon clan, my eldest brother and my younger brother are all dead!"
"Without any mercy, is this heart made of iron? I hate it, and if I want revenge, even if I die in battle, it will only be a death!"
These were several human centurions who were almost soaked in blood. Their bodies were filled with demon blood, and they also had their own blood. They were all red-eyed. They were besieged in March. It was a kind of torture, watching their relatives around them die in battle.
, even if the blood lines are separated by many generations, there is still a warmth that blood is thicker than water.
Eighteen miles away.
The demonic aura soared into the sky, and the demon warriors were stationed a few miles apart. Huge elephant demons, ferocious wolf demons, foxy cat demons, and strong tiger demons. Ninety-nine percent of them still maintained their original animal forms, but they stood tall and tall.
Since then, although he has had a human form, he has not been able to inherit human nature.
A huge bonfire was burning, a group of demons roared, and there were bloody beast bodies rolling on it. Those were wild beasts they hunted. Although they were similar in shape, they were from two different races, and their cultivation paths were different.
Also different.
In addition, in some central places, in front of the respected demon clan captains of thousands and thousands of captains, on the blazing bonfire, young and tender bodies were grilled, leaving their naked and weak bodies
It kept twitching, twisting, and finally dripping grease. The crisp and sad screams made the eyes of many demon clans shine brighter, and cruel smiles appeared at the corners of their mouths.
There were constant roars from a mile away, mixed with screams of pain, and the many sounds blended together, like a giant hammer, hitting the hearts of every Thunder Sword clansman.
"I just want to die!"
A mile away, a human warrior roared, with blood and tears streaming from his eyes. One of his legs was disabled, but he still dragged a half-broken sword and rushed towards the demon warrior with a bonfire filling the sky.
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"return!"
The leader of the Thunder Sword Tribe tried to hold him back with his eyes splitting, but the soldier's blood was burning all over his body, like a ball of fire, and his speed was several times faster than usual. He was unable to stop him after all.
Bang!
A punch landed on the dark red blood mud, and the captain almost broke his teeth. Even if he stopped, he would not survive. His energy and blood were burned out, and his life span would reach the end. This was a life-threatening moment.
hit.
There was no suspense. The human soldier was smashed to pieces by a black war hammer that was as tall as a man. His bones and blood flew from the sky. Countless Thunder Sword soldiers had red eyes, but they were held tightly by the tribesmen around them. Although they were held back,
They ignored the people around them, but these Thunder Sword tribesmen also bit their lips, letting their teeth pierce the corners of their lips without making a sound.
"Haha, dwarves of the Thunder Sword Clan, come here, Mr. Xiong will break your necks."
"The blood of the human race is such a nostalgic taste."
A mile away, countless demon clansmen laughed, but did not cross the line. Compared to the Thunder Sword clansmen, the demon soldiers were calm and calm, obviously under restraint.
A few miles away, two demon clan captains sneered. They were two lion demons, all green and black. They had begun to take human form, but their bodies were still covered with thick hair. They had a demonic aura on their bodies, and they had yellow sharp teeth.
There were still bloody shreds of meat left.
"We will wait another day and a half for the Great Demon Lord to arrive. By then I will have two million demon masters and four masters of the army to join forces. The Thunder Sword Clan will only be two powerful men. One is old and the other is disabled. They will surely die."
"How many years have passed, and our demon clan will once again open a path for heavenly weapons."
"Unfortunately, the road to heaven has its extremes. The heavenly soldiers can only withstand the combat power of the suppressing soldiers. Only when it is completely penetrated and formed an eternal passage can it withstand the passage of stronger ones."
"Half a year, another half a year, and after a year of guarding, this will be another eternal path of heavenly weapons for our demon clan."
…
The place in the center of the demon clan’s warriors.
This is a green mountain with majestic peaks, ancient trees and green trees, and old vines hanging down the cliff like horned dragons.
On the top of the mountain, a middle-aged man carries a purple sword on his back with a gloomy look. Behind him, a young man has complicated eyes, sometimes looking into the distance, where is the direction of the Thunder Sword Mountain Range.
"Qingsheng, you have to choose your own path. Only by cutting off the past can you have a future."
The middle-aged man turned around, and it was none other than Jian Qingyun, the third leader of the Thunder Sword Clan. In front of him was his only son Jian Qingsheng.
"Father, I was just wondering when I would be able to kill them and their son with my own hands." Jian Qingsheng chuckled, a cold light flashing in his complex eyes.
Jian Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Qingsheng, don't worry. In the past, I was in the Thunder Sword Clan to take precautions, so I never took action. In fact, our lineage has always had half of the demon blood in the body. It was passed down to us
The ancestor of the demon clan of this lineage was a powerful warrior at the commanding level with unparalleled combat power. However, he stayed in the Thunder Sword clan after several twists and turns, just for the sake of having something.
Heaven can cooperate with the inside and outside to open the way for heavenly weapons. Now I have stimulated your demon blood. Not only has your cultivation level been restored, but you have also survived several heavenly tribulations. You can condense high-grade battle souls and be promoted to the seventh level of soul fusion. That sword has its own thunder.
The four demon lords have to deal with it. As for the Jingtian sword, so what if General Beixue trains him? No matter what step he can reach in less than two years, it will be easy for my son to kill him."
"I'm afraid he won't come back." Jian Qingsheng nodded, with murderous intent in his eyes, "I couldn't bury him last time, this time I will personally send him on his way."
Jian Qingyun showed a look of satisfaction in his eyes and said: "Qingsheng, your bloodline is purer than mine, and you have condensed a high-grade fighting spirit. If you are given a hundred years, you can comprehend the destiny of life and death and be promoted to the earth-opening realm. You have to understand.
, your road does not end here, there is a wider world waiting for you."
As he said this, the father and son looked at each other and laughed loudly.
…
Deep in the Thunder Sword Mountains, in an empty valley, a middle-aged man in purple robes stepped on the seven stars. Each step shattered the void. A spatial barrier appeared, and silver-white divine light flashed, leaving mysterious lines on the earth.
texture.
There are eleven people in the valley, ten of them have harmonious auras that connect heaven and earth. They are ten powerful people in the soul-melting realm. One of them is an old man. He looks like he is old, with a wrinkled face and a thin body.
Even his eyes were cloudy and cloudy, as if they were about to fly away at any moment.
Middle -aged purple robe is the thunderous sword of the Lei Jian tribe. Ten people are the only ten soul -melting situations. As for the old man, the previous generation of the family who has been in the family for many years.
Forcibly dying out, but now it seems to be twilight, it is really not much time. Whether it is the physical spirit, it is already dying.
After the ten interest, the sword shocked the thunder stopped. He frowned slightly, the ground under his feet, the square was 100 years, and the ten ** had been covered by silver and white array. Only the last few were left. It was always difficult to penetrate.
"The chief, this hole is a big array ..." The sword hesitated without hesitation.
There was a bitter smile on the corner of the mouth, and the sword shook his head and shook his head, saying: "No, this array involves space, although it is only the Xuanjie formation.
The marking space pattern, concluding array maps, but after all, it is not as good as the void stones swallowing the heaven and earth in the spatial cracks, and after countless years of the space, the space of the space. "
Several leaders looked at each other, all of which were red eyes, and the sword sighed without a sigh. At first, the man quietly took away the only void stones in the Ministry of Military Affairs.
"Still can't it?" The corner of the valley, the long voice of the old family was low, and some hoarse.
The sword shocked thunder's eyes heavy, and for many years, the seven emotions and six desires were controlled. At this moment, I couldn't help but have a bit of irritability.
Nympho
At this moment, outside the valley, nothingness twisted lightly, and the four figures appeared on the earth.