"Haha, that's fine, but I don't know what you can do today to keep us and the Yunmeng people here. At this time, in the Cloud Alliance, one of the only dignitaries of the Taishi family sneered and said.

For thousands of years, the foundation of the Taishi family in the Mirror Moon Temple was destroyed in the hands of Guigu Xiao. So when it comes to who wants to eliminate Gui Guangxiao the most, it's not the Tai family.

In fact, they had noticed the existence of the Protoss for a long time, but tens of thousands of years of glory rotted the Taishi family, making them look forward to the future, because they feared that the war would make the light of the other six heroes covet the Holy Land of the Mirror Moon. Unexpectedly, it was precisely because of this indecision that the rise of the Protoss led to the regret of the elders of the Taimuro family.

Gui Guangxiao looked at the only Taishi family and said with a smile: "Since I can destroy Jingyue, I can destroy Yunmeng today." "Your Tai Poet's yesterday is Yunmeng's today. ”

"You...... Guigu Xiao, I'll kill your dog! The only historian was so excited by Gui Guangxiao's words that he ran to find Gui Guangxiao.

It's just that with the protection of the war fortresses, the blow of the hegemony will only shake the war fortresses, and will not easily destroy their defenses. Looking at the crumbling battle castle, Gui Guangxiao still said calmly: "Da Shikui, are you in a hurry to die?" Well, in this case. Fight. ”

With a wave of Gui Guangxiao's hand, all the monks behind him, including those who were the only ones, inspired the spirit of martial arts. The power gathered by millions of monks made the world tremble with fear.

For more than two hundred years, this war will not be wiped out by three words. It won't be long before this war becomes more colorful. Since the beginning of the confrontation two hundred years ago, the life and death of today's first good war are sealed. Who started this battle of life and death first

Bai Zeli raised his spirit sword, pointed ahead and shouted, "Kill!"

Whatever the Wind Alliance means, let's get started today. Since we are going to fight, Yunmeng will accompany you.

No matter who wins or loses today, the history of the Southern Wastelands will be rewritten.

The battle of life and death at the border river lasted three months.

Yunmeng's superiority continued to expand, but even so, their monks suffered heavy casualties. Hundreds of war forts were destroyed, most of them died along with the bombing of the war forts. Thousands of monks, in that explosion, the road of death disappeared, even the soul could not escape, it dissipated in the world.

Compared to the Cloud Alliance, the casualties of the Wind Alliance monks were greater. Half of the millions of monks are buried in the Boundary River, and the exact number is impossible to calculate.

War always involves killing a thousand enemies and self-destructing eight hundred. Bai Zeli had no way to keep all the monks from the battlefield intact. However, if the Wind Alliance hadn't been completely wiped out here, more monks would have died.

"Father...... At the beginning of the war, Bai Huanting was on Bai Zeli's side. Looking at Bai Zeli's gloomy face, it hasn't changed for a month. Although she was worried, she couldn't help it. What else could she do but hate her own weaknesses?

"Pingting, go back to Yunmeng headquarters!" Bai Zeli looked a little flustered and said to Bai Huanting. Bai Huanting is the pearl in his eyes. He didn't want Bai Huanting to be hurt in this war, so he always took her with him. Just now, after three months of observation, his face finally changed from gloomy to frightened.

"Let's go, White Zeli...... Do you think it makes sense to run away?"

At this time, the sound of the ghost valley resounded through the world. The tone of victory and the cold murderous aura made every monk on the border river clearly feel that on the border river, under the sound of Guigu's laughter, a whirlpool was formed, and on the border river, there was an aura of terror, which was clearly expressed.

The only wind alliance that fought in the Nine Heavens has all returned. Of the 31, only 22, have returned to Gui Guangxiao's side. One by one, their breathing was weak, but their expressions were agitated.

Compared to the Wind Energy Alliance, they lost only three. However, the rest have the same breathing disorders. It is clear that even if they take advantage of it, even if they fight each other, they will not be able to stand it.

Both of them and Bai Zeli looked at the surging boundary river with a very ugly expression. There's a scary atmosphere inside. There was blood everywhere. Something unusual is about to emerge from it.

Guigu stepped on the void with a smile and sneered, "Bai Zili, you don't want to know too much. Do you have a backhand to hit me? Now, I want you to know that the power of our Protoss is unmatched by you compared to your humble people in the Southern Wilderness. ”

In the midst of thousands of whirlpools, they finally disappeared, but in the next moment, a huge column of water rushed into the sky. Water vapor diffuses into the rising fog. When the fog disappeared, thousands of large yellow faces appeared in front of Gui Guangxiao's body, and the gray lines were like shadows of the entire body.

These characters, with murderous eyes, came from all over the world, which surprised the people of Yunmeng. All of these characters are disrespectful. Although the most powerful breath was only the second breath, so many Wu Zun still made people feel numb. You know, Yunmeng's Wu Zun only has 10,000 people. For more than two hundred years, although many martial artists were promoted to Wuzun, the last three months of the war left Yunmeng, Wuzun had less than 7,000 people, but Guigu Xiao had thousands of Wuzun troops.

"Chu Bottle... The second is...... When will the Wind Energy Alliance have so many top powers

"How...... Perhaps, it is difficult to be a warrior. How did Feng Meng train so many warriors!"

"When will the battle for the border end?"

An exclamation rang out in the Cloud Alliance, seeing thousands of military forces. Although this was not enough to make Yunmeng desperate, compared to the three-month battle, it was a thousand times more difficult. Obviously, from 200 years ago, the Cloud Alliance did not accumulate any advantages. At this point, it is tantamount to starting from scratch, and even a vicious battle has just begun.

Bai Zili looked at thousands of Taoist figures with a sad face, staring at Guigu Xiao tightly. Only then did he know that Yunmeng had fallen into Gui Guangxiao's trap from the beginning.

At the beginning, Feng Meng ran into trouble and rushed into the Xuanfeng Taoist Temple, driving the monks of the Xuanfeng Taoist Temple to the north. In the end, they were blocked by the Yunmeng people at the edge of the boundary river, forming a confrontation pattern between Fengmeng and Xuanfeng Dao Temple.

However, by thunderous means, abundance is in.

Bai Zeli looked at Bai Huanting's doting long hair. His fingers were light. The necklace that has been hanging on Bai Huanting's body all the year round broke when she heard the sound. A terrifying aura enveloped Bai Huanting and swept the world. Bai Huanting also changed her weak personality. At this time, it turns into a sonorous rose.

"Wan Ting, let's go. Bai Zeli said softly.

White pinning nodded. The white clothes fluttered and rose slowly. Behind her, a virtual shadow appeared. The virtual shadow is a bright crystal. On the crystal stone, colorful light and multicolored ripples are constantly flowing. The aura emanating from the crystal stone made the Wind Dream Monk's body tremble involuntarily. The repressed feeling does not come from power, the repressed comes from the soul, more precisely, from their soul.

There are quite a few monks of the heavenly spiritual level, but even so, when their spirit feels the crystal light, they still have the feeling of being suppressed naturally, even if they are the only and highest, there is only one spiritual world, and it can be more than thousands of years of spiritual relaxation.