When night fell, the pitch-black sky completely enveloped the world in an instant, with mountains, rivers, valleys and seas, and countless living beings...... All in a quiet darkness.

In the Python City in Xiliang, the stars are still the same this night, and the moon is transparent this night. It's just that for no reason, there are countless black clouds, stars twinkle, and torrential rain pours.

Disaster, destruction, war...... Countless breaths, intertwined, seem extraordinarily oppressive, almost suffocating, they fill this ruined city destroyed by meteorites, making everything look even more distant.

Iron horsemen in military uniforms were one after another, heavily armored with bows and spears and scimitars...... The murderous intent that rushed to the sky, in the curtain of the torrential rain and wind, made them aim the weapons in their hands at a white-haired young man.

"Boy, you are very strong, however, this is not your arrogant capital in our territory. ”

"Boy, today I have exhausted 800,000 iron horses, and it is your glory to be able to fall under our scimitars. ”

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

The icy rain, the pouring rain, fell on the python city, slid over their armor, and countless pairs of eyes stared at the figure surrounded by them.

Unlike before, the cavalry did not attack in a disorderly manner, but surrounded but did not kill, just staring at the young man, and fell silent. All of them waited, waiting for the orders of the four generals.

Faced with such a situation, Bai Ye just flicked his hands lightly, allowing himself to be intimidated and introverted, hiding his edge. If you use the language of sword cultivation to describe the current white night, he is now like a sword that destroys the world and takes the initiative to return to the sheath.

In the sound of the torrential rain, there has never been a trace of thunder, nor has there been a flash of lightning, this rain, without a sound, came to the world, witnessing, is a prelude to a killing.

Bai Ye, with the 800,000 iron horses of Great Yan, just held against each other like this, until, the first sword light flashed.........

With the first shouts of killing, all the iron horsemen launched their first charge against the young man. The sound was enough to shake the sky, mixed with the sound of the rainstorm falling on the ground, making the survivors of the entire ruined city tremble.

"Kill. ”

In the rain curtain, the young man's white hair fluttered, accompanied by his low roar, two divine rays, one red and one purple, shining from the dark night. In the frustration of the friction between the armor and the weapon, the steaming blood was also swayed.

What the 800,000 Iron Horsemen never imagined was that what awaited them was a horrific slaughter. When the weapons and magic weapons crossed Bai Ye's body, Bai Ye's fists also pressed against the flesh and blood of the soldiers.

At this moment, all the people who had met with Bai Ye couldn't help but feel a little frightened, and in their hearts, there was a feeling that was completely swirling, as if standing in front of them was not a human being, but a peerless demon beast that had just woken up.

The time of a stick of incense passed, and what the young man wielded was not just a simple fist, a scarlet scythe appeared in his right hand, and he swung it like an arm, snatching countless lives in the blink of an eye.

The scythe was not a burning emotion, but a fusion and evolution of his twelve Shura blades, which was a manifestation of the method he had cultivated to kill the emperor. Surrounded by 800,000 iron horsemen, the Shura Dao, which was cultivated in the white night, truly showed its terrifying ferocity for the first time.

As the way of the life of the first generation to kill the emperor, what it represents is a direct and extreme killing. The more enemies there are, the greater the role that the Shura Dao can play.

"Array, siege!"

In the midst of the chaos, General Ryuzo roared wildly, and as the sound of his infused True Yuan spread into the distance, the sound of surging horses' hooves sounded again.

The originally chaotic sound of horses' hooves changed from disorder to order, and a new tremor, combined with the shouts of the soldiers, was like a sudden explosion of thunder in the sky, and after a few breaths, a majestic and vast military formation was formed.

The dark glow flickered from the dark heavy armor on the cavalrymen's bodies, gradually increasing from weak to strong, from one to ten......... Until, everyone's bodies glowed with a pitch-black luster, forming a sea of black light.

The dark runes floated in the air, they flowed, and they intertwined in an instant, evolving rapidly, and the cold killing machine began to spread in the air.

If each of them used to be an individual and an individual, now they are a whole, and the strange runes bind them together.

The black sea pulsed, rippled, rippling round and round, and in the calm, it was completely full of cold and terrifying murderous intent .

A scimitar, a spear, and a bronze sword glowing with black light...... Countless weapons rose into the air at this moment. They converged in the air, grouping together like a long, narrow dragon.

In the rumbling thunder, long dragons evolved from the military formation, and between the runes jumping and evolving, the black air current, mixed with the pouring rain, evolved wildly.

"Boom—"

Another thunderbolt suddenly appeared from the sky, and a flash of lightning swept through everything in Python City, and in the face of the countless black dragons roaring, the young man waved his sickle, his white hair moved in the wind, his eyes flashed, scarlet and purple, illuminating the night.

Ancient runes, scarlet as blood, circulated wildly around the body of the white night shining with black and white demonic light. The long dragon charged, but it rushed into a sudden burst of blood.

The blood light was like a blood-colored picture. The corpse mountain bone forest, the blood rain poured down, and hundreds of millions of living beings fell...... That breath is far more suffocating than the python city at this moment.

All the iron horsemen were unmoved, they stared coldly at the blood-colored picture, released their divine senses, and manipulated the long army formation, trying to suppress the youth who were swallowed by the picture.

However, in the next moment, there were many people oozing blood from under their armor. Under the mask of demons, their faces became extremely pale, and the wounds they suffered were not physical but of the senses.

The scarlet luster, shining from Bai Ye's left eye, was particularly dazzling, and the next moment, a strong purple intent burst out from his right eye, just for a moment, but it immediately overpowered the brilliance in his left eye.

Blood stained the sky red, covering the twinkling stars and the bright moon that radiated clear light, and the torrential rain never stopped, but in the sky, there was no longer a trace of black clouds.

Everything is covered by the power of the white night's heavy pupils. In the next moment, the nine-round big moon, the whole body was purple, and it evolved and emerged in the blood firmament.

They are all swirling with blood, and in the already blood-filled night sky, they look particularly strange and terrifying. The next moment was a tragic moment for the four leading generals.

Bai Ye gently wiped the black and white blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he dispersed his temporarily condensed blood sickle, and performed the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Technique, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand in front of him, each madly sealing.

In the bloody sky, the torrential rain with huge hail poured down, and on the ground of the entire python city, at some point, strange black lines appeared, revealing a desolate and terrifying atmosphere.

Everyone, there is no time to care about this terrifying anomaly, at this moment, they have only one thought, that is, to completely kill the white-haired figure that keeps flashing, and put an end to the ominous things that will happen next.

And yet they simply can't.

There are 800,000 Great Yan Iron Riders, 400,000 earthly warriors, 200,000 monks in the foundation building period, 100,000 Jiedan, and 1,000 Yuan Infants. Except for the four generals, the rest of the people are all ants to the white night of today's realm.

But there was such a saying during the flood that ants bite more elephants. What's more, they are not a rabble, but battle-hardened iron horsemen.

At that time, only after experiencing it, he would understand the fierceness of the Lich War, and he had personally participated in it, and he was extremely familiar with the word soldier.

In his opinion, it is a peculiar product of the times, which can make countless weak people burst out with the power that shocks and awes the strong.

And now, all he has to do is pit killing. The scene of the destruction of Motu will be staged again, but in a different place.

As the first method he practiced in his previous life, the horror of the feast of ghosts and gods, he knew better than anyone else. Even if what he has to face now is a cruel method performed by others, he knows how to break it.

It's just that hatred is eliminated, how can it be so easy. There is a hatred that can only be quenched by the blood of the enemy.

Long San and the other four people, all of whom were cultivators of the gods, in line with the concept of cultivating to be superior, they didn't really take this white-haired young man to heart at first, but after the real fight, they discovered the horror of this young man.

The blood-colored picture, the purple sky and the moon, the terrifying flesh and blood, the endless killing spells...... Is it really an ordinary primordial monk who can burst out?

The answer is no. And in the hearts of these four people, they had already raised the danger level of Bai Ye to the rank of geniuses who were unborn in the Great Dao, but even so, what they didn't expect was that they still underestimated the true standing strength of this young man.

When the white hair like a galaxy appeared in their sight, they knew that the original god was so fragile.

Time does not allow them to operate the true element, and it does not allow them to summon their own external incarnations......... Even, they only had time to sacrifice their magic weapons.

Then they fell to the young men who were in the middle of the army. White Night, who constantly stacked up combat power by absorbing the enemy's vitality through the Shura Dao, seemed to have briefly become a death-like existence for these soldiers at this moment.

Everywhere his figure went, there were white bones that had lost their flesh and soul and life.

Python City was completely shrouded in the shadow of death, and the majestic and majestic, Great Flame Iron Horse, like a war machine, fell like a wheat harvester, and lost all life in an instant.

In the remnants of the building, there are people hiding there, they are extremely afraid, and in the face of death, they can only tremble and wait. They were commoners, not monks, but sometimes, mediocrity, and a sin.

A grimace, huge and hideous, appeared on the ground of Python City, and everything was on its strange black lines.

At the same time, the sound of unwilling and painful wails filled the sky.........

PS: Today's update, haha.