Not far from the valley, the two gods of war were hidden in the air, their eyes focused on the valley. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Started ......"

The Master said.

"yes, here we go."

Starrain Stream sighed and nodded.

"I don't know how it ended."

The master shook his head and chuckled, but his face was a little bad, and he did not have his usual kindness, but had a touch of solemnity.

"The ending doesn't matter, we've already been there, haven't we?"

Xingyuliu smiled slightly, opened his mouth and said, "It's also time for these new generation of martial artists to understand the situation we were in back then." ”

"Yes."

The master nodded slightly.

In a pair of eyes, a melancholy color suddenly appeared.

The war of the year.

To this day, he still remembers it clearly.

It is precisely because of this that he was able to use the power of his soul to engrave what happened back then in the phantom array, so that all those who entered could understand how tragic the battle was at that time.

The same.

Because of his deep memory, whenever he thinks of that battle, the master can't help but think of the old friends who died in front of him one by one.

In my heart, I was stunned.

……

It's not just Eucommia.

After entering the valley, many people who have cleared the level have also guessed something from the illusion.

After all.

Many of these 500 were members of large families.

The large families in the martial arts naturally all know about the battle back then, but because a long time has passed, few people mention it.

Plus, in decades of upgrading.

There are also a large number of people who think that the events of the year are just a legend and do not want to believe it at all.

Now.

Enter the illusion.

The scene that appeared in front of him, the extremely tragic battlefield, made all those who had something to know about the events of the year couldn't help but be shocked.

What they once refused to believe, now has come true.

On the battlefield, they learned that the martial arts decades ago were so cruel and terrifying.

……

"There's going to be war."

In the illusion, Du Zhong kept staring at Mu Lao and the other three, and found that although the three gods of war were young, they already had a very high reputation at that time.

Almost all the warriors willingly accepted the leadership of the three.

Even if there are injuries everywhere, even if there is a river of blood, even in the face of the imposing black-clothed crowd, the martial arts people who stand with the three gods of war still do not give up.

"Kill ......"

Countless hoarse roars gathered to shake the sky.

Under the leadership of the three gods of war, knowing that they were invincible, but still not afraid at all, brandishing weapons and fists, regardless of life and death, they rushed towards the black-clothed crowd.

"Defend the martial arts!"

"Defend the country!"

"Kill these demons."

"Lao Tzu is dead, and he has to drag a few pads."

"I won't die, this battle won't be destroyed!"

……

A burst of angry roars came from the crowd on the side of the martial arts people.

Star.

Everyone gave up everything, gritted their teeth, glared angrily, and rushed into the black-clothed crowd.

Even, even some people who were covered in scars and bleeding profusely.

It's all crazy, rushing into it.

Completely oblivious to their own wounds, they rushed forward with all their might, letting the blood spill, and did not flinch in the slightest.

They, with strong blood, rushed to kill the demons.

They fight to the death!

In an instant.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The continuous sound of collision suddenly rendered the originally quiet world into a battlefield like purgatory.

The tragic roar never stopped.

The laughter of the slaughter did not stop for half a minute!

They didn't cry, they didn't groan.

Yes, it is the indomitable courage, the courage to fight for one's life, and the mighty and unyielding back!

"Haha......"

Suddenly, somewhere on the battlefield, there was a smug laugh.

Du Zhong immediately turned his eyes away.

Saw.

A man whose strength was not as good as Mu Lao's, but not much different, was dragging a body full of scars, surrounded by a group of black-clothed men carrying swords.

Facing the cold edge around him, he did not have the slightest fear and panic, but laughed and spread his arms.

He was powerless.

Although the strength of these black-clothed men in front of him was not strong, in the previous battle, he had consumed too much, and the injuries on his body also made him lose the strength to continue fighting.

But he didn't compromise.

On the contrary, after the arrogant laughter, he glared at the black-clothed people around him with an angry face, and opened his mouth to shout angrily: "Come on, come on...... "

The men in black moved in unison.

He didn't resist.

Moment.

"......"

More than a dozen swords, from all sides, pierced through his chest.

"Haha......"

Just as his body was pierced by more than a dozen swords, he laughed wildly again, squeezing his hands into claws while laughing.

"Lao Tzu killed three hundred and thirty-eight, you have twelve of them, make up a whole number for Lao Tzu!"

Even if the blood in his mouth is gushing misbeneath.

But this person didn't care at all, but while roaring loudly, he waved the claws that had already been pinched, and turned around.

"Bang ......"

Where the claws passed.

The more than ten black-clothed people who held swords and pierced their bodies were all blown out in the head!

When the head of the twelfth man in black was smashed.

The madness on his face suddenly receded.

Instead, there was a relieved calm, and as his body fell, he looked up at the sky, as if he saw Du Zhong, or perhaps because he thought of something, the corners of his mouth slightly outlined a smile.

"Bang."

Fall.

The eyelids, which were weak to support, slowly closed.

Meanwhile.

The other side.

"Kill, kill, kill......"

A young man with a broken arm and a completely red body with blood was using his left hand, which he was not used to, holding a long knife stained with blood, and frantically slashing at the man in black around him.

However, there are too many people in black.

"Boom......"

Knife after knife, the man in black kept slashing at his body.

On his already broken body, new scars were cut, some wounds, and even bones were visible.

But even so.

He was still standing firmly.

Although he was unable to take even a small step forward, the long knife in his hand did not stop in the slightest.

"Kill, kill one more, you will have one more back, there will be more backs, and you won't be able to go to hell if you die."

Roars kept coming from its mouth.

A man in black was beheaded by him.

And on his body, the wounds are also growing improperly.

Long.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore.

The body fell forward, as if he had lost support, and he staggered and half-knelt on the ground, but at the moment of falling, he still waved his hand mercilessly, and stabbed the long knife that was tightly held in his hand into the heart of a man in black.

"Hey......

As if he was unable to speak, he smiled as he looked at the man in black who had been pierced through the heart by him and looked extremely painful.

Laughed contentedly.

The next second.

A large knife slashed down and slashed directly at the back of his head.

……

Midair.

"Crunch ......"

Du Zhong clenched his teeth, looking at the scenes that happened all over the battlefield, his nose was so sore that he couldn't control it at all, and in a pair of eyes, sad tears poured out.

He had never cried.

I never cried so uncontrollably.

He really wanted to join the battlefield, and he wanted to save those seniors who fought for their lives without the slightest fear, but he couldn't move.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't enter the battlefield, and could only watch from afar.

"You're all good."

"That's right, you're all the best seniors......"

Du Zhong didn't know what to say, so he could only open his mouth hoarsely and murmured: "I will remember, I will remember it for the rest of my life!" ”

Breathe deeply.

Du Zhong closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Let the uncontrollable excitement calm down a little.

"Back then, it was so ......"

"The predecessors and sages have achieved this point, even their lives can be offered with both hands, and only one demon can be killed."

"Without them, where would we be today?"

"Today's peace is built up with the lives of these predecessors."

"The courage and bloodiness of these predecessors have surpassed everything!"

Du Zhong was very emotional.

It was the most tragic battle he had ever seen, and it was also the bloodiest battle he had ever seen.

Soon.

In the frantic fight to the death among the martial arts people, the war ended quickly.

The man in black, most of them died.

Martial arts people also suffered heavy casualties.

On the ground, blood flowed everywhere, and the heavens and the earth were desolate.

That's when it happened.

"Humph!"

An extremely cold snort suddenly resounded.

Everyone heard about it.

Saw.

The sky, which was already a little gloomy, was actually surging with a layer of billowing black clouds.

Under the invasion of this layer of black clouds, the heavens and the earth became gray.

Look closely.

In the black cloud, there was a faint layer of blood-colored red.

As soon as the battle ended, the martial arts people led by the three gods of war did not relax at all, but looked up at the black clouds in the sky one by one.

Everyone's face was unusually solemn.

Like everyone else.

Du Zhong raised his eyes and looked towards the center of the black cloud.

Visible to the eye.

A figure slowly came from the sky, stepping on the clouds.

The person who came was the big devil.

Looking closely, the big devil at that time was unusually young, and it looked almost the same as what Du Zhong saw when he was in Africa, but his hair had not grown to his waist, but was draped over his shoulders, giving people an extremely bewitching feeling.

"It's over, the damn ones are dead."

Looking at Mu Lao and the others, the big devil sneered, and said playfully: "I'll give you a chance, obediently submit to me, and you can continue to live, otherwise...... Die! ”

"Dreaming!"

The young Mu Lao stood up, stared at the big devil with anger in his eyes, and said, "Today, even if all of us die in battle, even if we commit suicide, we will never be in the same league as you. ”

As soon as this remark came out.

Everyone raised their arms and echoed what Mu Lao said.

"Guy, since you don't obey, let's die over there......"

The big devil laughed wildly, and with a wave of his right hand, the people of the six neat phalanxes suddenly flew from a distance, and each phalanx was led by a Venerable.

"Kill me, don't leave a single one!"

The Great Devil ordered.