The illusory figures were in a variety of shapes, and although the figures that appeared next to the thousands of spirit soldiers were vague, some obvious racial characteristics could still be easily distinguished. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Two pairs of huge wings stretched out beside him, one hand lightly grasped a slightly delicate slender long sword, light and divine, this is obviously a feather clan above the ground; the thick body is explosively muscular bulging, holding a battle axe in one hand and a wild and domineering spirit, this is a barbarian; holding an iron pillar thicker than the waist of ordinary people, a burly and domineering figure, a pair of bull horns raised high and extremely violent, he is not an orc but a fierce beast...... There are only a few of the thousands of figure human races, and the most of them are alien races, especially the Yu clan.

"Pretend to be a ghost, look at the knife!" Finally, Yan Wuxi's ready-to-go knife finally cut out, the sea of fire turned into two halves and swept into the sky, a pure golden knife wrapped in unparalleled flames broke through the sea and slashed towards Wuhuan, this knife was earth-shattering, the sword spanned thousands of zhang, and the endless flames on the knife added to the majesty, and at the same time as the sword slashed out, the fire between heaven and earth exploded, and a little flame fell into the ground below, and wisps of white smoke suddenly burst out of the magma, and this knife directly melted all the land within a radius of dozens of miles and turned into a flame domain.

"The momentum is not small, but it's a pity that the control is still a little short!" The power of the Flowing Fire Knife is too strong, although Yan Wuxi has pushed his own strength and momentum to the peak with the power of the sword, but it is a bit reluctant to suddenly control such a powerful force, and the flames that overflow to the earth and turn into flames are proof.

"Soldier Realm, open!" A low shout, Wu Huan, who was standing in the midst of many phantoms, pointed at the sword that Yan Wuxian slashed in, and with a command, thousands of phantoms moved in unison, and in an instant, a tragic and extremely evil aura erupted like a torrent and swept the heavens and the earth, and the people around him were all shocked, as if they were alone in the face of thousands of troops and horses, and they all retreated with pale faces.

"It's ...... Mythical Battlefield!" Tianyan fed everything back perfectly to a group of True Emperor-level masters, and suddenly stood up one by one, and said in surprise.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

……

In the sound of "kill" from the sky-shattering, the realm of Wuhuan suddenly opened, and one after another qi soldiers burst out, and one phantom body followed the soldiers and killed in unison.

"My emperor is above!"

"The beast god is above!"

"For freedom!"

"Glory!"

......

In the midst of all kinds of shouts, the qi soldiers and Yan Wu's sword slammed together, making an earth-shattering explosion.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The giant explosion continued one after another, and at this time, all kinds of completely different and even opposite fluctuations of combat skills were emitted, the rough and domineering of the barbarians, the sacred majesty of the feather clan, the mellow and thick of the human race, the ruthlessness and coldness of the bone clan, and the wild and scorching ......

At this time, the phantoms are like the battlefield of the mythical period, the brave men have crossed the long river of time and space, and borrowed the joyless soldiers to come to life, one after another, they have demonstrated their own combat skills, and they all killed Xiang Yan Wuxi, what kind of move is this, the combat skill is simply a hundred clan coalition forces in the formation of a rush to kill against Yan Wuxi's sword.

"It's ...... Hundred Clans!" Feng Xuanlang exclaimed, he saw the shadow of his own sect's battle skills in those phantoms.

"Concrete to the corner of the mythical war thousands of years ago, how did he do it?" Duan Jiechen roared, although these phantoms didn't know what the strength was in front of them, but when they saw the wings of those feather clans, they knew that they would definitely not be much weaker.

The huge explosion continued, although these phantoms disintegrated with the air soldiers after a blow, and the power of the combat skills was even worse than Yan Wuxi's sword, not at the same level, but under the superposition of one combat skill, Yan Wuxi's sword was blocked, and after the hundredth qi soldier collapsed, Yan Wuxi's attack was not only blocked, but also slowly pushed back.

"Impossible!" Yan Wuxi's intuition was rapidly pushed sideways by a huge force, irresistibly containing endless power

"Damn, Yan Wuxi is really difficult!" At this time, Wu Huan's face remained unchanged, but he was already scolding in his heart, this "military world" was already imperfect, and the conditions for use were even more outrageous, and a large amount of true yuan soul power rushed out of the body like rushing water, if it weren't for Wu Huan's foundation being thick enough, this super load alone would be enough to suck him dry.

"Let's go together!" Suddenly, Yan Wuxi, one of his subordinates roared, and the whole person pounced, and the true yuan in his hand gathered a punch and blasted out, attracted by him, and a group of people from all directions flew out together, and all kinds of combat skills flew out together, and all kinds of combat skills bombarded Wu Huan, and for a while, Zhen Yuan's surging combat skills were all over the sky, and hundreds of people launched a siege against Wu Huan.

"I'll strangle it!" Wu Huan scolded secretly, Zhen Yuan, who was already overstretched, was about to be completely overdrawn now, and with a ruthless attack, the whole person suddenly rushed out and rushed towards Yan Wuxi, fighting hundreds of masters alone, hehe, Wu Huan had no brains and no demons.

As soon as Wu Huan moved, the hundreds of spirit soldiers who bombarded Yan Wuxi suddenly let out a low sound of excitement, and it felt like the emperor's personal expedition to greatly boost the morale of the soldiers, and for a while, Yan Wuwen, who was constantly pressed by the continuous explosion, retreated.

"Go!" Wu Huan, who rushed towards Yan without a breath, pointed in all directions along the way, and the hundreds of qi soldiers around him suddenly turned to rush towards those bombarded combat skills, and almost at the same time, hundreds of qi soldiers appeared beside Wu Huan and followed with phantom figures.

"Kill!"

"For my emperor!"

"Glory of the beast god!"

"Glory to my God!"

......

For a while, the roar of the mythical period echoed on this battlefield again, and countless illusory figures held a handle of qi soldiers with a kind of unhesitating tragedy and rushed into the rushing combat skills, one after another huge explosions bloomed in the sky like fireworks, and Wu Huan's whole person with hundreds of qi soldiers crashed into the earth-shattering sword of Yan Wuxi.

Rumble!

Most of the blade of Yan Wuxi's sword was directly shattered by Wu Huan, and the golden-red qi wave reversed and rushed into the sky, exuding endless light and heat, and the knife intent sprinkled in all directions with the flowing fire, piercing through the explosion area, and slammed into the attack between everyone and everyone, and for a while, the screams continued, and more than a hundred masters were shot down.

"Those phantom air soldiers have not dissipated!" At this moment, people saw a series of black shadows breaking through the sky, penetrating the explosion area, and the illusory figure of the air soldier was still killing with a tragic intent, even if it was very vague.

"Fight!" There were not many illusory figures, but they were swept in several rows, like a phalanx of legions, and the inexplicable crowd felt that their blood was burning, and one by one they roared towards the phantoms.

"What kind of combat skill is this?" Duan Jiechen looked at the phantom who was arrayed in all directions, his face was dark, this strange combat skill was adapted to various situations from afar and close attack, although the situation was strange, it was extremely difficult.

"It's all qi soldiers, you see if this guy is more suitable for the title of Emperor of Soldiers than Chopping Dao!" Feng Xuanlang chuckled.

"It's rare to see you have such a high opinion of a junior!" Pu Yuze smiled playfully.

"Interesting juniors, those of us who are seniors naturally have to be stingy with praise!" Feng Xuanlang and Pu Yuze glanced at each other, and a hint of tacit meaning flashed in their eyes.

"Brother Feng, I want to have an exchange with your legion to broaden the horizons of the juniors below, what do you think?" said Pu Yuze with a smile.

"Brother Puyu's invitation is exactly what I wanted, welcome!" Feng Xuanlang responded.

"Thank you!" the two looked at each other, and everything was silent.

"Two old foxes!" Duan Juechen saw the whole process in the center of his eyes, and a sneer flashed at the bottom of his eyes.

At this time, the battle in the image was continuous, the Dao Phantom dissipated, the handle of the spirit soldier collapsed, accompanied by the fall of countless Dao figures, and the battle technique displayed by a phantom was useless or useless to Shangyan, but for these high-level masters of the solips, it was a disaster, and at this time, they couldn't help but ask, is the gap between us really so huge.

Hundreds of phantoms used their combat skills in unison, and in an instant, Yan Wuxi's sword was shattered, Wu Huan's face turned pale, and he almost fell from mid-air without catching up in one breath, and countless phantoms rushed around him, and the aftermath of the sword shattering passed through, facing Yan Wuxi.

"It seems that I won!" the indifferent and cold voice sounded, and Wuhuan smiled, surrounded by hundreds of phantoms, turned around and left in a dashing manner, leaving everyone with a distant back.

"You won't be able to win next time!" Yan Wuxi took a deep breath and withdrew the long knife in his hand, and the flames that filled the entire sky suddenly turned around without looking at the tragic people who were fighting with countless phantoms, he would not stay on this battlefield any longer, his limit had not yet been reached.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

......

The air soldiers shattered one after another, hundreds of phantoms continued to decrease, when the last phantom dissipated with the collapse of the air soldiers, the war ended, at this time the people who were still floating in the air looked at each other, the whole land has been destroyed by magma and combat skills, and there are countless wailing figures lying on the ground, many people have lost their breath forever, and none of the pseudo-emperor-level masters in this war are dead, but their faces are extremely pale at this time.

"The Wind Emperor, the Thunder Emperor jointly ordered to lift the hunt for Wu Huan!"

When this order came, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the figure of Wu Huan's departure was like a lingering nightmare in their hearts at this moment, knowing that the invincible was not to face difficulties, but to simply look for death, and the people with their own people, one by one, the pseudo-emperor-level masters smiled bitterly and glanced at each other and dispersed.

"Damn, my head hurts!" In a cave deep in the earth, Wuhuan held his head with his hands and let out a low roar, don't look at the chic when Wuhuan left, in fact, it was a silver-like wax gun head at that time, and it was difficult to even fly, and after disappearing from everyone's sight, the sequelae of forcibly casting the "military world" attacked, and the whole head seemed to explode, and the pain of Wuhuan rolled all over his face.

"A thousand qi soldiers are already the limit, you have passed!" The hundred battles are also very painful, and the whole body is also scattered from time to time, although the "military world" is strong, it is only an incomplete set of combat skills, and the sequelae of the defects are too great.

"I know!" Wu Huan roared, but the circumstances at the time did not allow him not to make a move.