At the border between Longduan Prefecture and the Reckless Continent, the cracks in the Trapped Dragon Abyss are wide. The two continents have been fighting against each other for 10,000 years, and they have already fought a real fire.

This is a world of blood and water, and this is also a place where geniuses gather, and here is a whetstone to verify who is a true genius. A true genius is not only to cultivate and rise to the top, but also to know how to survive in the flames of war.

The 10,000-year-old battle has formed a tacit understanding, and it is divided into three battlefields according to its own strength. The Lower Five Realms Battlefield, the Middle Five Realms Battlefield and the Upper Five Realms Battlefield.

Among them, on the battlefield of the Lower Five Realms and the Noon Realm, there are ladders built of spiritual energy in the abyss, which can be used by those who cannot fly to set foot in battle. Otherwise, if you accidentally fall into the bottomless trapped dragon abyss, there will be no scum left that can fall.

In the battlefields of the Middle Five Realms and the Lower Five Realms, both sides have the top powerhouses of the Upper Five Realms. Beware of those who are mad, relying on their high realm strength and strength. Running to the low-level battlefield to kill indiscriminately, no one can bear such bad news.

On both sides of the abyss of the Lower Five Realms and the Noon Realm, there is a strong man sitting in the town every hundred miles. Or sit on the body of a big demon of different shapes, or meditate cross-legged to monitor the range under your control. There are also sword cultivators who like to pull the wind, and the flying sword hovers in mid-air. These people have a unified title, the Captain of the Abyss.

The peak of the five realms of divine cultivation in Hongyuan, and the ten realms of divine travel. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is a vulgar man, and his upper body is wrapped with a piece of animal skin at will. The shoulder is bowed and the waist is hung with a saber, and he is dressed as a full hunter.

Fangzheng's face was thick and angry, making it a little more fierce in its vulgarity. The most outstanding is the black tiger under the crotch, which is more than two feet high on all fours, twice as tall as a normal person. The thick tail is like a steel whip, and the big eyes of the copper bell are full of indifference.

The black tiger was quite unconvinced, and when he went down to the Five Realms, he was on par with the master Hongyuan. They are the leaders of the two lower five realms of the Sleepy Dragon Continent and the Reckless Continent.

A person and a tiger have their own pride, and they disdain to kill the weak people in the same realm around them. Sympathize with each other and kill each other, the two strongest people on the same battlefield are inseparable.

Every time there is a battle between the two roads, these two people always rush to the front, and they are always the first to fight together. The other companions on the same battlefield were very knowledgeable and did not come forward to intervene.

Maybe it was really emotional, and Hongyuan in the grinding found out the flaws of the black tiger. Taking advantage of its brief weakness when it summoned the divine power of the ancestors, the arrow feathers it shot went straight to the black tiger's head. However, at the last moment, the arrow feather hovered in mid-air and did not hurt the killer.

Later, although he didn't kill, Hongyuan was not polite. Taking advantage of the black tiger's weakness, it was out of breath when it was hit with a burst of pain.

Since then, the Black Tiger has become a mount and stayed in the Sleepy Dragon Continent. Hongyuan didn't do anything perfectly, and bluntly said that the black tiger would one day defeat him, and he would be able to return to the Wild Continent.

Now the Black Tiger and his master have entered the peak of the Middle Five Realms together, but since a defeat. It's like being under a spell.,Forever suppressed by Hongyuan.。

Black Tiger's pride has never weakened by half a point, and he has never regarded Hongyuan as his master. It is only a hypocrisy and a snake waiting for an opportunity, not a sneaky hand, but an upright victory over Hongyuan.

If the gap is too big and there is no hope, the black tiger may be disappointed and accept his fate. However, the gap between it and Hongyuan has always been a small defeat rather than a complete defeat.

It is inevitable that Hongyuan will not be regarded as the real master, and sometimes he will have a little temper. At this time, when he saw the monk of the Trapped Dragon Continent who could not see the edge in front of him, his face was full of disdain.

A spy came to report: "Captain Qi, the army of the Barbarian Continent is less than ten miles away from the trapped dragon abyss, please make a decision." ”

The black tiger is still disdainful of Hongyuan, not to mention a pathfinder. It's just a monk of the lower five realms, and he doesn't pay attention to it at all.

The ability to close his eyes and be woken up from a sound sleep, and his anger does not come anywhere. Lift a slap the size of a grinding disc and slap the pathfinder into a pulp.

"Bang" The black tiger's head was slapped first, his legs didn't stand firmly, and he fell to the ground prostrately. Just in the face of the pathfinder pawn, the black tiger suddenly lost face.

"The black tiger knows my heart and understands that I want to drink tiger bone soup recently. Deliberately make some mistakes so that I can get some materials from you, right?" Hongyuan smacked and threatened.

When the black tiger heard this, he felt a chill down his spine, and he immediately dared not act rashly. I vividly remember the same mistake last time. was chopped off by Hongyuan with two claws, and boiled soup in front of it.

Then he found a big medicine and made himself take it, and the severed limb grew again. This is just the beginning of the nightmare, Hongyuan has chopped the black tiger back and forth for a year, and almost every month he unloads his two claws.

For twelve months a year, the Black Tiger witnessed twelve times that his paws were boiled. A few times, I smelled the fragrance and almost took a few sips myself.

Hongyuan ignored the imaginary black tiger, cleared his throat and shouted: "Beat the drum, get out!"

The aura was infused into the voice, and the rough man's voice spread throughout the battlefield.

"Boom" thousands of war drums were beaten at the same time, and the rhythm was the same. It was louder than the rolling thunder, and everyone in the battlefield of the lower five realms was boiling with blood.

"Kill!" everyone shouted in unison, and the Endless Divine Cultivators and Martial Artists charged in full force.

There is no high or low on this battlefield, and no one is forced to go to war. But if there is anyone who dares to be cowardly and does not fight, the lieutenant has the right to kill him on the spot.

No matter how hard the backstage of the person who was killed was, how thick the family was. On the battlefield of the trapped dragon abyss, it is worthless.

The distance of ten miles is not a problem for these cultivators and martial artists. The two sides rushed almost at the same time, and the actual distance traveled by one side was only five miles.

Wuli happens to be the commanding heights of the Lower Five Realms Divine Cultivation and Martial Artist Gate, and the running speed. The Terran and the Great Demon who were charging at the front had no moves to speak of, and they collided directly with each other.

The strong defeat the weak, and defeat is death. More often than not, under the impact of high speed, directly into the flesh sludge.

The woman in the forefront, sitting on a snow-white elk, is incomparably beautiful.

It is Lu Xiaoliang of Mending Heaven Pavilion, since Zhenxi County killed Lu Jie. The group used their own shortcuts to reach the trapped dragon abyss first.

Lu Xiaoliang is not known for his physique, but the snow-white elk under him is strong and abnormal. A man and a deer galloped through the crowd like a chariot, and there was not a single intact corpse in its pass.

Snow white breathed in a daze, and the souls of those who died in battle within a hundred zhang of the surrounding area poured into their mouths. Regardless of friend or foe, chew with relish.

Not far from Lu Xiaoliang, the long hair of the shawl had its own curly yang, and everywhere he passed was blood mist. He is facing a big demon who is good at physique, supplementing the yang to avoid strengths and weaknesses, and specializing in his physique and the big demon.

In the eyes of the big demon, mending yang is even more ferocious than demon beasts. Demon beasts are nothing more than gluttonous, and occasionally nibble on a few bites after killing the human race.

Buyang doesn't eat demons, but the big demons he killed. Those who must be beaten will explode to death, leaving no stumps and broken arms. Even if the big demon is dead and has a body, Buyang will take the trouble to make up for a few punches, and it will not stop until the fight is blown up.

It was too ferocious, and the ordinary demon clans around him were terrified. At the same time, it caused the big demon to rise up angrily with the strong people of the same realm, and regarded killing and supplementing the sun as the greatest feat.

A hairy giant elephant that trembles as it runs. Everywhere they passed, the demon clan retreated.

This demon elephant Bakui brings back at least 20 or more heads every time he leaves the station, showing his fierce exploits.

At the same time, there is an extremely domineering existence among the demon clan, and those who dare to stand in their way are not able to be companions, and they will be ruthlessly killed.

No demon clan likes to provoke such a guy, so naturally give up enough space. Let the huge body like Bakui can pass by quickly and leave.

Like Baqui is happy, kill the enemy one step earlier, and get the battle merit earlier. When I look at Buyang now, it's like staring at a delicious cake.

Approaching the mending sun, he stood upright, intending to step on an ant to death. In an extremely humiliating way, he solved the life of Buyang.

"Boom" like Bakui's feet on the ground, fortunately this is the ladder of spiritual energy. He doesn't have enough strength to bring this place to the ground.

However, there was no blood under his feet, and when he was shocked, he was shocked to find that the soles of his feet could not be stepped on in the slightest.

The windswept fist smashed into the sole of Elephant Bakui's foot like a probing bag. Gangfeng drove straight into the heavenly court, and the skull was strangled in a mess.

Buyang, who successfully killed Elephant Baqui, was not in a hurry to find an opponent. Instead, he continued to punch at the corpse, until there was no slag left in the body of Nuoda, and then he stopped boringly.

Looking around, a flash of green flashed under his eyes. Fast as lightning flashes.

Buyang was calm and calm, as if he was talking to himself and reminding: "The Bodhi Mantis was originally born on the Bodhi tree of Buddhism. Later, the Buddha was sentenced to flee to the wild continent and became the first-class force of the demon clan. ”

"He is known for his speed, and his body is comparable to a magic weapon of the same realm, which is indestructible. Good at assassination, every time you march out of the station, you will definitely succeed in killing the genius of the trapped Dragon Continent. ”

"Regard the geniuses of the Trapped Dragon Continent as cicadas, and no yellow finch will ever be able to find you. Today, hey, hey. ”

Buyang suddenly closed his eyes slightly, raised his fist and smashed it into his temple. Just inches away from his temple, a cloud of blood exploded.

After being killed two top geniuses of the Barbarian Continent one after another, the morale of the demon clan in the battlefield of the lower five realms plummeted. Within a hundred zhang of the surroundings, all the demon clans did not dare to approach this killing god.

Buyang licked the corners of his mouth: "If you don't come, I'll look for you." ”

When he opened his eyes, his figure burst out. Killing into the demon herd is like a flock of tigers and sheep, all the lives of the fist have fallen, and the bones are not left and the blood mist is rippling.

In less than a stick of incense, the bones of nearly a hundred demon clans were gone. Where the sun is replenished, the radius is full of blood mist.

The shawl's long hair was red with blood, and the man standing in the blood mist muttered to himself: "The first person in the Middle Five Realms of the Savage Continent, haven't you come out yet?" I use you as a whetstone, and you should also use me as a whetstone. ”

After a trembling roar, the three-foot Qingfeng pierced through the blood mist. The speed is too fast to replenish the existing realm of Yang, which is invisible to the naked eye.

Perceive the existence of danger only by perception, and subconsciously measure the shape of the turn. Blood splattered on his shoulder, and a flying sword came out of his body.

Buyang laughed out loud in unexpected excitement, ignoring the flying sword that pierced him. Instead, he ran in the opposite direction, and after thirty steps, he stomped on the ground hard. The figure jumped high and smashed into the void with a fist.

The pitch-black eagle was shaken out, and the ghost sculpture claimed to be a ghost. The gods are ghostly, and they don't see the beginning or the end, and they taste hidden in the void.

The talent of this clan cannot be learned by others, and every feather is a flying sword. It's just that this Netherworld Eagle is not strong enough, and it has not cultivated the unique black and white swords of the clan for the time being.

Find the enemy's Yang Replenishment Excitement is abnormal, and continue to eject after landing. Another punch slammed directly into the Nether Eagle's chest, and the latter coughed up blood as the kite flew upside down.

Supplementing Yang is not much better, if it is not for the vigilance of the body at the critical moment. It's not just that the flying sword that was swept back pierced the shoulder again, it can be described as dangerous and dangerous.

The two stopped slightly, and both sides were hearty. There is no hatred of life and death enemies, but friends generally look at each other and laugh.

Then they praised each other in unison: "You are very strong." ”

Buyang smiled slightly: "You have also killed a lot, you are as tired as me." ”

"Yes. The Ghost Sculpture replied truthfully.

"In that case, you and I will rest for a while and fight again. But before you do that, put your flying sword away. "Buyang said a word, breaking the sky.

"Yes, if I say. It's not me who really wants to kill you, but the higher-ups of the Savage Continent?"

Replenishing the sun is like facing the enemy's hairs standing upside down.