Southern Xinjiang.

Xuan Yu saw the war scene in the distance at a glance.

The dense soldiers who seemed to be like a thick fog collided together, and the light that shook poured into the sky, like a cloud burning with a murderous aura.

And what was even more shocking was what he had seen, a thousand kilometers of dragon phantom, as if it could trample the sky under his feet, magnificent.

However, this long dragon is obviously a little shallow, it seems that there is not enough manpower, and between the swings, it seems to be overwhelming, but in fact it does not disperse the opponent's offensive.

Xuan Yu flew closer, seeing that the energy fluctuated more and more irritable, countless sharp and powerful winds flew more than once, there were some dark places in the sky, and there were several figures flying staggered, at a cursory glance, they all had the strength of the Earth Xuan Realm.

Frowning, Xuan Yu's heart rose with worry, not only here, but the other party was among the ten thousand armies, and there were several Earth Xuan Realms stepping into the air, and they were completely crushing ordinary soldiers, and in every move, they were pieces of inverted flying figures.

These Earth Mystery Realms alone are enough to make the Xinglong Great Array unable to exert themselves, not to mention that there are countless Southern Barbarian fierce beasts, flying or walking, with rampaging and heavenly feather armor, they can't be prevented at all.

Xuan Yu looked up and saw that the strange beast sitting down by the king of the Southern Regions was biting the neck of a rehmannia realm, and after a few shakes in a roar, it turned it into bloody pieces.

The chaotic and death-filled battlefield, no one paid attention to Xuan Yu's hidden breath, the "Holy Lord" of the Southern Regions was fighting with General Nan Yu, and the red tattoos on his shirtless body reflected the bloodshot in the general's eyes.

"From the moment the Black Flame Protector was breached, it doomed you to defeat. ”

The Holy Lord's voice was extremely cold and arrogant, and the red tattoo twisted a few times, as if a strong drop of blood had condensed, and he immediately pointed his front finger with one hand, and in an instant, the blood droplet seemed to turn into a spike that tore through the air, and attacked and killed the general who held the transparent sword light in his hand.

There seemed to be rolling thunder brewing in the general's hand, and he slashed forward fiercely at the moment, striking forward with overwhelming force, but touching the red thorns, it was like a tattered cloth, which was suddenly torn.

In front of him, a sharp wind with the smell of blood roared, and General Nan Yu felt a touch of death intent from it, and his face changed drastically.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and it exploded tens of thousands of people, all of whom were suddenly shocked.

I saw that the sky where the strong were fighting, suddenly bloomed with majestic pure white light, and then the natural strength of the waves surged on it, if this hundred miles of battlefield was brought into another world.

The white arrow was like a marching lightning in this vast white, passing through and raging, and those earthly realms were still stunned by the large ball of light flashing their eyes, and before they could even cry out in pain, their bodies were pierced straight through.

Xuan Yu's palm probed, the white arrow was held by him, and the pure white light was slowly extinguished, and the king of the Southern Regions stared at the figure surrounded by golden and white flames, and his blood droplets evaporated into nothingness in the blink of an eye under this person's actions.

The Holy Lord looked around, and the shock was very great, several Earth Xuan Realm masters on his side were actually injured and lost their combat ability in just a few seconds, who is this person!

He stepped up, his fists clenched, and the blood-red tattoo immediately began to twist wildly, and then wisps of blood flowed from the tattoo, and then, all over the skin.

Xuan Yu raised his eyebrows, this king of the Southern Regions really still has hole cards.

With a flick of his right hand, the white arrow jumped to his left hand, the dragon blood sword popped out, Xuan Yu held it in his right hand, and his figure flashed, and he arrived in front of the Holy Lord.

Feeling the approach of the person in front of him, as if enveloping nine mountains and eight seas, the pupils of the King of the Southern Regions shrank, and he retreated sharply, but Xuan Yu was like a maggot attached to a beetle, and he couldn't pull the slightest distance from him.

Can't dodge, then you can only touch hard, the king of the southern region wants to absorb the energy of the four directions, but he finds that he has no connection with the surrounding environment, he is sweating, but Xuan Yu suddenly raised his hand at this moment, and the blood-colored dragon image is a hungry tiger that pounces, roaring and biting him.

"Ahh

I thought that the blood tattoo had been made and the body was hard enough, but I didn't expect it to be so fragile under the dragon's teeth, he screamed, and the entire arm that he blocked was bitten off the bone.

Xuan Yu's face was cold, and he threw the dragon blood sword out of his hand, and it was inserted into the shoulder of the king of the southern region like a thorn tofu, the blood light suddenly bloomed, and the divine sword let out an excited roar, it was already nourished by blood, and the king of the southern region with that tattoo can be said to be a good choice.

Seeing that the Holy Lord couldn't stop spitting blood, Xuan Yu waved his left hand, and the white arrow shot out a wave of qi burning with golden-white flames, and the other intact arm of the King of the Southern Regions was broken at the root.

Collecting the arrow, Xuan Yu stretched out his palm and grasped it, as if he had grasped the energy of a space, he grabbed the blood-red shoulders of the King of the Southern Regions, and his white and slender fingers cracked the clump of red.

The Holy Lord didn't even have the strength to scream, and Xuan Yu withdrew the golden flames and brought this once invincible person closer.

"I asked a question, and you're sure you want to continue. ”

The voice was extremely cold, with a little killing intent, Xuan Yu successfully saw the dilated pupils in the other party's eyes, and thought about it, this "Holy Lord" knew who he was.

Seeing that the dragon blood sword had sucked the tattoo almost gone, he couldn't help but smile: "Since you are sure to continue, you will have to pay a certain price." ”

Xuan Yu's left hand was released, and the white arrow rose again, turning into a streamer, and flew towards the army, picking a powerful master and killing it quickly.

Half an hour later, it flew back, and the Tianyu army was already extraordinary, and the dragon array really came out, and the thousand-meter-long dragon swept its tail with a sweep, which was thousands of enemy soldiers.

"Roar—"

The long dragon raised his body and let out an earth-shattering roar, 100,000 soldiers in the southern regions, the war beasts that were already scattered, and dozens of seriously injured and powerless masters, who were swept away by the qi wave and retreated again, and finally fled to the south in fear or discouragement.

The dragon's roar continued, wave after wave, and with it was victory, glory.

Xuan Yu let go, and the king of the Southern Regions fell from mid-air like a rag bag, whether he was dead or alive depended on Nanyu's generals and soldiers.

He turned around, the bloody scene just now poured into his mind, he couldn't help frowning, and then looked at the tragic battlefield all over the ground, and his eyes flowed a little trance.

"Yes...... Feather, feather brothers......"

General Nanyu's voice brought Xuan Yu back to his senses.

He frowned again, only nodded, and stepped directly, far away.

The general watched Xuan Yu's back disappear in a daze, his heartbeat never calmed down, no one expected that the young man who was chased by the black qi of the regiment a few months ago was now reversed by hundreds of thousands of people in three or two strokes.

What the hell is going on......? The more he thought about it, the more the general's face changed endlessly, and he couldn't even breathe, so he finally screamed and ran wildly for half a day.

The rejoicing soldiers on the ground were stunned, what was the situation......? Is it their imposing general......? Could it be that he has intermittent psychosis?