Fight the Huron life and death!

The big husband is always fierce, he doesn't know how many soldiers have been affected by this moment's move, and how much influence it has on future generations, no matter whether he wins or loses, he is a real brave, a fearless hero, a good man should set this will!

At the end of the battle, the golden commander was a little tired, and his attack gradually slipped downhill, and he still didn't know, how could the ants have the power to overthrow the dragon?

Procrastination will only fail, and he decides to fight hard, he wants to prove his strength with his strength, and the majesty of the golden commander is inviolable. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Tarzan-like body took the initiative to attack, and the big foot stepped on the ground, rumbling, like a road steamroller, and the axe in his hand slammed down with the momentum of opening the sky.

The war has come to an end, the soldiers are tired lying on the ground, panting is very laborious, indescribably tired, closing their eyes and everything is over, leaving them tired, but they don't want to close, they don't want to close, they can't close their eyes, they want to see the end.

The attack of the golden commander is overwhelming, and it is undoubtedly fatal for him now, the crazy attack has exhausted too much physical strength, and he can stand tall, not by strength, but by a breath of unyielding defeat in his heart.

The giant axe Hengtian, flashing golden color, splitting mountains and seas, splitting the sky and the earth, unstoppable, maybe the end is already doomed.

But he is not a person who gives up lightly, but also a person who is paranoid to the point of stubbornness, the dark magic sword pierced through the sky and clashed violently with the giant axe, and the result was tragic, weak and bad, and was shot away like a cannonball.

The body is like a meteor, smashing countless mountains and rivers, the outcome is clear, how can the silver war general survive under this kind of attack, death is the only note, and the fate is irreversible.

However, in the midst of everyone's incredulous gaze, the figure lying in a pool of blood trembled for a moment, and then staggered to his feet, yes, he stood again, although unsteadily, but he did stand up.

Seeing that the opponent was not dead, the second wave of attacks of the golden commander came, and he barely twisted his broken body to avoid the vital parts, and he was knocked away again, but after a while, he stood up again.

The Golden Commander was tired, he had never thought of such a difficult battle, the tenacity of his opponent was terrifying, and the emotion called fear quietly grew from the bottom of his heart, in order to get rid of this thought that made him want to go crazy, he swung the giant axe in his hand with all his strength and slashed indiscriminately.

After a hundred blows, he was no longer human, his limbs were shattered, his waist and abdomen were full of wounds, he did not stand up again, and his breath was gone.

The fatigue of the golden commander rose to the peak, and the opponent lost his strength after death, like a deflated ball, sitting on the ground with his ass, beads of sweat bigger than his fist kept falling, and this was the most difficult battle since he realized it.

The Lord will win, the war is over, and his soldiers finally "blind" and say goodbye to the world completely, because life has long come to an end, and they just want to see the ending.

The ending was as expected, their gods were victorious, but they had a faint sense of loss in their hearts, a strange feeling, and they didn't know why, or if the demonic man left too deep an impression on them.

The soldiers under the martyrdom were angry, they didn't want to, let alone believe this cruel fact, the god in their hearts fell, the longing for the myth of invincibility was shattered, people can't defy the sky after all, they can't change the cruel iron law, and the silver warrior can't defeat the golden commander after all.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of their eyes, gently dripping on the ground, and shattered into a petal, like their hearts, mourning is greater than heart death. There was no word.

The matter is over, the thought is dead, the remnants are withered, what is the meaning of support? It's time to leave, at this moment, the rocks and clouds are in chaos! A strong storm has shaken the four fields!

A blood-colored afterimage rushed out with the power of shaking the sky, the blood hair danced wildly, the madness was born, the magic sword exuded a monstrous killing power, the body can die, the soul can be destroyed, this thought will not be dispersed! Unyielding persistence, crazy fighting intent.

The speed is extremely fast, the attack is terrifying, containing his anger, his unwillingness, and the strong fighting intent completely stimulates the last trace of potential in the body, a man can die standing up, not live on his knees!

Sword and axe face off again!

The ending was unexpected, it was not he who was knocked away this time, because this was the last blow in this life, and it was also the strongest blow, for this blow he gave his life, for this blow he was willing to perish, and sacrificed himself to the magic sword!

An energy storm hung on the ground for no reason, and the powerful power fluctuations spread out visibly with the naked eye, destroying everything that stood in its path, and the terrifying power was as unstoppable as the waves, quickly spreading to the entire battlefield.

The strong impact of the air wave caused everyone to enter a state of deafness, and when they opened their eyes again, the land in front of them had disappeared, replaced by a huge pit with no depth.

Because the place of the decisive battle was still some distance away from them, so they saved their lives, and the weaker soldiers barely climbed to the edge of the pit, empty inside, and the figures of both disappeared, only a magic sword as black as ink was inserted in the pit alone, and red blood flowed out of the sword body, who could have imagined that the bloodthirsty magic sword actually took the initiative to bleed outward for the first time, it was it screaming, like a crying baby, so that it was not sad.

The divine soldiers wept blood, and those who heard it were sad.

Looking up, the eyes are full of devastation, the main generals are all dead, the soldiers on both sides are mixed together, how can they still distinguish between hatred and friendship, the same tired, the same scarred.

Since then, a legion called Bloody War was born, they abandoned their previous suspicions, they lived and died together, they believed in not a high golden commander, not an unattainable king, but a mysterious man.

Settled here, rooted here, guarding the persistence in their hearts, guarding the common belief, they have always believed that the demonic man will not die, let alone disappear, and will return again to lead them to continue to be brilliant.

A few years later, in the north of Qi State, an unknown general rose strongly, like a comet landing in the nine skies, he kept killing, constantly fighting, Fenglin Mountain killed the golden commander, became famous in a battle, and then opened the prelude to the war with his own hands.

On a stormy night, he entered the royal city alone, killing corpses all over the field, no guard could stop his pace, vermilion paved the way, and finally saw Wang Yan.

In the Wang's Independence Palace, there is a cold silence, only the wind bell is playing, and the king is not as hideous and terrifying as the legend, but a middle-aged man in a dragon robe.

In fact, he did not see the complete king, for all he saw was a back, a back that dwelled on the whole world, and a broad back, like an impassable mountain, which was awe-inspiring and intimidating.

The king just waved his sleeves and disappeared, the thing is so incredible, the golden commander with incomparable combat power is nothing more than an ant in the eyes of the king.

This is the majesty of the king, under the royal road, all living beings are ants.

But after all, he was the first to enter the royal city and see the king with his own eyes, and the king was very generous, and re-inserted his relic, the magic sword, into the huge pit, and the pit was expanded tenfold under the king's power.

The third time he woke up, he held the magic sword in his hand, killed all sides, his strength increased by leaps and bounds, almost killed nearly half of the golden marshal of the Qi country, and the soldiers came to the city, he re-entered the royal city alone, and the royal city that had been quiet for thousands of years ushered in the first **** in his life.

He finally saw the complete king, the king's age does not look very old, he is in his thirties, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, quite majestic, his appearance can be hidden, but his eyes cannot be changed, it is used to seeing the vicissitudes of eternity.

In this life, he was defeated again, and it was still difficult to shake the king, and under the king's hands, he made three moves, and he also estimated the gap between the golden commander and the king, not a hundred times as expected, but a thousand times as terrifying!

The king also had the pride of the king, and with a flick of his hand, the magic sword was inserted into the pit again, but this time it was not as powerful as last time, nor did it damage a single grass or tree in the pit, showing the king's respect for him.

The years were silent, he received ten moves under the king's hands, but he was still defeated, without the slightest chance of winning, he was destroyed by the king, and the magic sword returned to the cemetery.

The reincarnation of one lifetime, the tossing and turning of one lifetime, a hundred turns, a thousand turns, a thousand turns, the wheel of fate has never stopped.

He didn't become a god, but a demon, an immortal war demon!

His legend spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, his deeds were known to everyone, and he became an unsurpassable existence, with many followers, countless bronze soldiers, countless silver generals, and dozens of golden commanders.

The giant pit has become a holy place, because it has witnessed the growth of the undead war demon, countless people come here to worship every day, a majestic palace is built behind the giant pit, the palace is magnificent, the golden light is ten thousand roads, the central position of the palace, build a nine dragon carrying the heavenly chair, indicating the meaning of the king of the world.

On another stormy night, he entered the palace again with his sword, and a shocking battle broke out completely, and the fluctuations swept through the entire royal city, and no one knew what kind of battle the king had experienced.

It is rumored that when the king came back the next day, his face was very bad, and the king's robe was broken, as if he had been injured not lightly, yes, the king who was out of their reach was injured, although it was only a minor injury, although it was insignificant, but this matter was enough to make the whole dark world tremble, which was something that had never happened before, and it was even more impossible.

The realm of darkness is strictly hierarchical, and the king is born and cannot be changed.

When the king returned, he was carrying a pitch-black long sword in his hand, and the whole royal city knew what it was, the weapon of the immortal war demon, facing the magic sword, the king pondered all night, the magic sword was not inserted into the giant pit by the king again, maybe the king felt threatened, enough to shake his throne, his country, or his life.

Without the help of the magic sword, his path to reincarnation became very bumpy, and he struggled, and sometimes he was ruthlessly killed just by becoming a Xuantie soldier.

The wheels of fate are running again, his good fortune has run out, he is beginning to go downhill, and the scales are tilting in a bad direction.

One day, one year, ten years, one hundred years, a thousand years, too long, the legend of the undead war demon is slowly beginning to be forgotten, time is the most ruthless carving knife, can always erase something unforgettable.

The legend of the undead war demon has ended, and without the messenger, the rules of the dark realm cannot be shaken at all, and the number of the blood war army has begun to decrease, because the undead war demon has fallen silent, has not reappeared, and has disappeared forever, and even the belief that once existed for a long time has been scattered.

The Demon Temple is back in a depression, only the original team is still there, and they always believe in one principle, regardless of others, that demon-like man will not die, he will reawaken and lead them again, and then they will be the most glorious warriors in ancient times.

To this day, they still clearly remember the past, vividly, the man's cold eyes, that kind of persistence, that kind of madness, deep into the bone marrow, penetrating the blood, even if it is a long time still indelible.

After a long, long time, the Dark Realm completely regained its balance and stepped into its original trajectory, the wrong pointer returned to its original point and ran according to its proper trajectory, the undead war demons were rarely known, and legends could only exist in legends.

The War Demon Hall is isolated, the bloody army is waiting, for the sake of obsession in their hearts, they can wait for hundreds of millions of years, the sea is dry and the stones are rotten, the sky is cracked, and this will not change.