Zhang Qingwei pursed his lips tightly, raised his hand, and with a finger, his body shot a sonic boom, and landed directly on the Turtle and Snake Mountain 10,000 meters away.

"Jiang Haitian. Come and die!"

Jiang Haitian's body jumped up, the sonic boom exploded, and he was in mid-air, and he shook it in the air.

A huge whip shadow spawned all over the sky, thousands of meters long, came from the sky, and smashed hard.

Zhang Qingwei was indifferent and calm, his hand was decided, and he shouted: "Soldier!"

An arc-shaped blade rose out of thin air and spread out in the shape of a half-moon, enveloping the entire blue sky.

"Boom—"

Above the sky, the whip shadow and the sword gang suddenly intersected, and a sky-shattering sound erupted, cracking the heavens and the earth.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Haitian and Zhang Qingwei had become a group.

The black-brown whip shadow and the red Gangqi sword qi complement each other, and it is indescribably beautiful.

Rao was all first-class grandmaster masters, but he still couldn't see the battle between the two in the field.

Among the three great sect masters, there is still no opponent left by the witch killing god, look left, look right, and face the newly acquired little brothers of the land twin immortals, keep shaking their heads, and sighing.

"Yingzhou, Penglai, Gaizhu, Nantian, a few of you, go together!"

Many of the great real people of the Immortal Mountain Cave Mansion who were named by the Witch Killing God turned pale, nodded in unison, flew up, and rushed to the top of the Thirty-Three Days Mountain.

The witch killer god is at his feet!

"Whoa!"

A muffled sound came, and a long crack cracked on the roll call, which spread directly to a hundred meters away.

Like a flying tiger, the witch god soared into the sky, swept away the sky, and went straight to the peak of the thirty-three days 13,000 meters away.

Before the person arrived, two huge fist shadows had burst out from the two fists, and for a while, the wind was stacked, the stones flew and the sand flew, and the ground shook the mountains.

Thirty-three days of explosions on the mountain one after another, and rubble flew all over the sky.

When the witch god kills the god, there must be a shocking dragon roar, which is even more shocking.

The three major sect masters made their moves one after another, and the remaining Divine Bloodlines could not hold back their restless heartbeats.

Wang Huipeng raised his hand and grabbed a divine soldier from the air in his hand, focusing on the internal force, and the peerless divine soldier suddenly made a dragon chant with a sword, and it was endless for a long time.

"Kill!"

Wang Huipeng, who was holding a sword in his right hand, drew out the sword technique, and his whole body was incomparably tightened in an instant.

As soon as the killing word fell, Wang Huipeng had already rushed into the crowd.

The divine soldiers are in the crowd, the sword qi is fluttering, the sword is vertical and horizontal, the sword is killed, and the move is deadly.

The team of the Land Twin Immortals suddenly howled miserably, corpses and bones flew sideways, and blood rain sprinkled wildly all over the sky.

"Everyone dies together today, no one wants to live!"

The demon shouted these words, and his body was like a storm of lightning, and he shot away, and he caught Zuoqiu in the palm of the goose and sheep mountain.

Zuoqiu raised his hand and sacrificed a magic weapon, conjured a huge net in the air, and rushed towards the demon head-on.

The green light flashed in the demon's eyes, and his hands were wrong, not caring at all about the huge net.

"Shhh

The giant net tightened, and the demon was suddenly bound in the giant net, but his hands were exposed outside the giant net.

The top of the palm of the hand is right in the throat of the left mound, up to an inch deep.

Thirty-six blessed land, Goose and Sheep Mountain Palm Sect, Zuoqiu died!

As soon as Zuoqiu died, the huge net suddenly dispersed.

Situ Haitang gave an order!

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the first group on the mountain of Kyushu were fired at the first time.

A thousand sniper rifles burst out with a thousand rounds of ammunition at once.

The automatic weapons in the hands of the other 7,000 gang members opened fire at full speed.

At the same time, on the martial arts training ground, many of the true people who took refuge in the Twin Immortals on the roll call platform sacrificed the magic weapons they got from the ancestral god mountain to keep out thousands of bullets.

The medicine warriors of the Twin Immortals in the cave of Kyushu Mountain frantically fired back at the top of the opposite mountain with the Vulcan heavy machine gun.

Bullets flew everywhere, rockets and artillery flew wildly, bullets rained down, and blood spattered on the spot.

For a time, the smoke of gunpowder was fierce, and the sounds of various weapons were mixed to weave the most tragic notes.

Zhan Xingwu had a calm face and hissed, "Do it!"

Hundreds of tanks and armored vehicles bombarded the caves of the Kyushu Mountains, and various heavy armed special forces armed special forces fought with pulse guns and killed at close range.

Twice as many rune bullets crashed into the crowd, taking away the lives of each one.

The pulse gun emits a sonic boom, and the shockwave hits everyone, each of which is seriously injured.

The cannonballs hit the middle of the cave in Kyushu Mountain, and countless people were blown away, falling from the cave hundreds of meters high, and falling into meat sauce.

A hellish battlefield, the battle begins.

In terms of numbers, the three major sect masters and Zhan Xing Wu have an absolute advantage, Situ Haitang's eight thousand gangs plus Zhan Xing Wu's team, equipped with chariots and black technology equipment, their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

In terms of strength alone, the Twin Immortals team is much higher.

Dozens of great real people joined forces, dozens of magic weapons and spiritual weapons flew around in the air, and the first group of people on the top of Kyushu Mountain fell down like a kite brush like a broken line.

The warriors of the five major families of the Martial Alliance shouted in unison and rushed into the chariot cluster, and for a while, the barrel of the tank was bent and broken into scrap metal, and the chariots were thrown high and fell heavily.

The gunship shell blew up a group of people one second ago, and the next second it was pierced by a flying sword, crashing down and blowing up into a sea of fire.

General Zhang picked up the Polar Meteorite Mountain Knife, swept the scene, and said loudly: "The last line of defense-"

"The Last Battle—"

Several heavenly soldiers shouted in unison in all corners, and with weapons in their hands, they rushed into the battle group and began to kill.

The smoke of gunpowder is diffused, the pungent nose is thick, and the smell of blood fills everyone's snort, stimulating the most primitive desire for war in the bottom of their hearts.

Countless people shouted in unison, pounced on each other, and caught each other and fought.

Zhou Maode shouted at Adaoren.

"Optimistic about the big boss!"

Holding two knives, he rushed forward, rushed into the crowd, staggered his hands and strangled him, blood soared into the sky, and screamed and shook the sky.

Adaoren, Situ Haitang, and Zeng Keke guarded the little girl and Lan Jingyi, and in the face of many people, they each used their magic and martial arts to resist.

Ah Daoren slowly put on the real dragon skin gloves, poked into the poison sac made of the real dragon skin, and handed the three girls three pills.

More than a dozen grandmasters who wanted to pick up the bargain and a few Dao Sect real people rushed over with a shout.

A Dao casually sprinkled a touch of blue powder, and the blue mist sprinkled in the air, and the few people who rushed to the front were contaminated with the blue mist, and their whole bodies festered in an instant.

I watched my muscles rot and sizzle, melt from the inside out.

There was an earth-shattering hissing howl from his mouth, and he turned into pus.

The other people were so frightened that their faces were bloodless, and they stopped suddenly, looking at Ah Daoren in panic.

This tragic scene appeared in front of everyone, and many people covered their mouths and kept retching.

Ah Daoren wore real dragon skin gloves and drew a red line on the ground, and said coldly: "Those who cross the line will be killed." ”

Several real people and the grandmaster looked at each other, revealing a hint of horror, but after a few seconds, they screamed and rushed up again.

A touch of murderous intent flashed in Ah Daoren's eyes, and the clenched fist in his hand was about to be released.

"Let me come!"

A figure flew diagonally from the sky and fell to the ground, its face thin and dark, like a dried corpse.

"Corpse King Poison!"

The person who came stared at the poison sac and the real dragon skin glove on Ah Daoren's waist, and his eyes showed endless greed.

"The !! of the King of Ten Thousand Poisons"

At first sight of this person, Zeng Keke showed a hint of fear.

This person is the most terrifying monk in the legend of Miao Jiang, the Ten Thousand Poison King.

The Ten Thousand Poison King hissed and shouted, "Daoist, hand over the True Dragon Suit, and I will keep your whole corpse." ”

Ah Daoren looked at the Ten Thousand Poison King with contempt, grabbed a black mist in his hand, suspended it above the palm of his hand, and said coldly: "Just come and get it." ”

"Then don't blame me, you're welcome. ”

After saying this, the Ten Thousand Poison King raised his hand and sprinkled a scene of pink powder, which was fragrant.

In the middle of the color powder, there are countless fine needles as thin as cow hair, and the needles are highly poisonous, shining with faint blue light in the sunlight.

Ah Daoren rushed forward three steps, calmly ejected the black air mass in his hand, and shook the blue needle with a palm in his left hand.

Then, A Daoren's right hand drew a blue, red and yellow colored curtain, and the fragrance in the air suddenly emanated, and many prefecture-level masters who were waiting to pick up the cheap smell smelled this orchid-like musk deer, and their expressions were moved.

"Don't breathe!"

The King of Ten Thousand Poisons shouted to remind everyone, but it was too late.

The mysterious scent of blue and musk entered those people's bodies, and each of them felt that their bodies were as soft as cotton, fluttering like immortals.