The sky was cloudless, just the sky, but it was a little dim by the dense crowd, and it was extremely depressing.

There are tens of millions of people on one side, although the equipment is low, the order is a little scattered, and it can be seen at a glance that it is a rabble.

But in the eyes of most people, there is a kind of firmness and madness that looks at death as home.

There are only more than six million on one side, the formation is neat, and the majestic momentum seems to suppress everything, but it is too much more elite.

This battle, up to the emperor of the Han Dynasty, down to countless folk cultivators, has been waiting for more than half a month.

If it weren't for the fact that the Nine Plains God of War was really powerful, I'm afraid that someone would have been unable to help but come forward to drive him out of Yizhou.

At this time, in the distance of this world, no one knows how many people are hiding in the dark, looking forward to watching this almost everything-deciding battle.

In a dense forest about thousands of miles away, the emperor's majestic body was standing there, quietly looking at the oppressive world in the distance.

Eighty thousand wolf riders had indeed returned to Jiuyuan, but he wanted to see this battle.

I thought about it, so I came back secretly.

He knew that if he appeared here openly, I was afraid that the two sides would tacitly cooperate to drive him away first.

The deep gaze swept over the figures with extraordinary aura, and a slight hint of brilliance flashed.

............

In the oppressive world, there are tens of millions of people who have almost no one to speak.

A few breaths had already been tightly locked with each other, and Zhang Jiao stood alone in mid-air, looking at the dozens of people opposite with indifference in his calm eyes.

Lu Zhi, Dong Zhuo, Liu Yuan, Wang Fang and other Han army generals, especially Lu Zhi and a middle-aged man with a sword, as well as four old men with old appearances.

"Lu Zhi, Wang Yue, the Han family is about to perish, do you really want to be buried with him?" After a while, Zhang Jiao spoke, his tone quite calm, showing an extremely confident voice.

As the main person who shook the foundation of this invincible dynasty, he had this qualification and confidence.

"Hmph, Zhang Jiao, if you are willing to surrender at this time, I will be able to say a few kind words for you in front of Your Majesty. Lu Zhi snorted lightly, not showing weakness at all.

"Oh!" Looking at Lu Zhi, Zhang Jiao showed a sneering smile, "It's really a waste of your name to say these things!"

After a pause, his voice suddenly became impassioned, "The Han Dynasty is already too corrupt!

In this world, the family controls everything, and there is no way for poor people like us to live.

We are waiting to rebuild a new kingdom without oppression and exploitation, and all those who stand in the way will only destroy. ”

The sound containing the spirit was deafening and resounding throughout the world, and there seemed to be a mysterious force permeating the world, and the morale of the vast majority of the tens of millions of people in the Yellow Turban Army suddenly soared.

There's a crazy, fanatical feeling.

At the same time, tens of millions of people, a powerful, mysterious and majestic force began to converge towards Zhang Jiao.

The already powerful aura rose wildly, and in the blink of an eye, the momentum was like a god and a demon, overwhelmingly pressing towards the entire Han army.

It seemed to be a little lower, and a little darker.

In the distance, the emperor's gaze moved slightly, Shinto~!

In the Han army's camp, including Wang Yue, Lu Zhi, who was known as the Sword Saint, and the four gray-haired old men, their faces suddenly became extremely serious.

Glancing at each other, Wang Yue unsheathed his long sword, stepped forward, and looked at Zhang Jiao solemnly: "I have long heard that your strength is unfathomable, and today I just happened to receive the teaching." ”

"Hahaha. Suddenly, Zhang Jiao laughed, extremely confident, overwhelming momentum, as if the sun and the moon were brilliant, "Sword Saint~ In the past, I was still jealous of you, but today, even if you don't use Shinto, no one in the world except for the Nine Plains God of War is my opponent, take out the Han Guangwu Sword." ”

Wang Yue's face changed, although he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he knew that this was true, and he was still a little sure of Zhang Jiao in the past.

But at this time, Zhang Jiao, adhering to his luck, shook the foundation of the Han Dynasty, and his strength soared, and he had already reached an unfathomable point.

He's not as good as.

Not to mention this mysterious Shinto.

His face sank, his palm stretched out, and a white long sword appeared.

Suddenly, a majesty rose up, as if a white divine dragon appeared, confronting Zhang Jiao's terrifying momentum.

"It's your luck to let you die under the Guangwu Sword!" Wang Yue said in a condensed voice, and then slashed at Zhang Jiao with a sword.

"Ang~!"

The sound of the sword and the dragon's groan faintly converged, and an incomparably brilliant sword went straight to Zhang Jiao, and with a sword, everything surrendered.

Countless people gasped, and just looking at it, there was a feeling of surrender and terror that rushed straight to their hearts.

Surrender to that sword, terrorize the power of that sword.

Many people who watched the first battle of Jiuyuan were even more shocked, this kind of strength has surpassed the Southern Xiongnu Shan Yu Qiangqu who held the wolf staff at the beginning.

In that dense forest, the emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, if the Qiang Qu who was holding the Heavenly Wolf Staff was the strength of the early stage of the seventh level of the Heavenly Immortals, then this sword at this time was the strength of the middle stage of the seventh level.

Moreover, Wang Yue himself is the sixth level of the Heavenly Immortals, far from the burden of the Qiang Canal, and is much stronger than the Qiang Canal at that time.

In the face of this almost unparalleled sword, Zhang Jiao was not messy at all, and even smiled a little arrogantly at the corner of his mouth, and slapped it directly with one palm.

Under the palm of his hand, the terrifying power seems to be immeasurable, and the universe is reversed.

"Boom!"

The violent roar exploded the heavens and the earth, and in the eyes of countless people, that sword light was directly shattered, and the remaining power made Wang Yue's face change and retreat hundreds of feet, and his eyes flashed with a trace of shock.

Countless people were also shocked, the Guangwu Sword was one of the treasures of the Great Han, and at this time, it was used by the top powerhouse in the world, the Sword Saint Wang Yue, absolutely terrifying.

But...

The brows of Lu Zhi and the others and the old men furrowed even deeper.

In the dense forest, a smile of interest flashed at the corner of the emperor's mouth, and the peak of the seventh level even gave him the feeling of stepping into the next level in half a step.

Although until now, it is still in the hands of the family, but this horn is indeed extraordinary.

If he can get past this hurdle, he may be able to jump out of the family's grasp and become his enemy.

"Hahaha! You old immortals, let's go up together, kill you today, and the Han family will die. Zhang Jiao's momentum became more and more high, his eyes swept over the four old men, and laughter enveloped the heavens and the earth.

Lu Zhi and the four old men glanced at each other, nodded, and the next moment, Lu Zhi shouted: "The whole army is attacking." ”

As he spoke, he gathered the strength of two million troops, and his momentum soared, from the fourth level of the Heavenly Immortals, directly to the sixth level.

But that kind of burden is very great, because these are not his descendants, and he doesn't have a deep trust in him, so he can only gather some more troops, like the original Qiangqu One million army is enough to get him from the fourth level to the sixth level.

He needed two million, and the pressure was doubled.

At the same time, one by one Han army generals began to gather the strength of the army, hundreds of thousands, millions, leading more than 6 million troops to rush towards tens of millions of Yellow Turban Army.

If Zhang Jiao is strong, then cut off his Shinto power.

On the side of the Yellow Turban Army, tens of millions of people are not afraid at all, and there are also many generals who have gathered the strength of the army, but they are not strong, and the strength of a single person is far inferior to that of the Han army.

"Kill~~~!"

In the earth-shattering screams, the two sides collided with each other like meteorites and the sea.

At this time, the four old men in the sky solemnly took out a spear, and suddenly, a breath of who fought with each other rushed straight to the nine skies, and there was a strong smell of blood in it.

Immediately, he rushed to Zhang Jiao with Lu Zhi and Wang Yue.

"Pingman Gun!" Zhang Jiao's eyes lit up, "You really invited this treasure, but unfortunately, Champion Hou's gun, how can you use your qualifications?"

As he spoke, in a wave of disdain, Zhang Jiao slapped out another palm, directly covering the six people.

"Demon Dao, damn it. The old man with the gun snorted coldly and stabbed at the palm.

(Chapter 4 I'll do my best to get out, thank you for your support.) ）

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