Situ Xing's eyes were gloomy, and his soul seemed to have returned to the medieval times when "there were many grandmasters like dogs, and people walked all over the ground". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky is too strong to kill, and the stars are moving. The ground is killed, and the dragon and snake rise to land.

The Heavenly Snake Sect, which was once strong, was killed by Qin Wangzheng and the Middle Ages Sect on the mountain gate, the Heavenly Snake Holy Mountain was besieged, and countless disciples embroidered with long snakes formed a formation, mobilizing the earth's leylines, and the towering peaks were condensed into giants as high as hundreds of zhang under the urging of the formation, like a huge iron fist like a camp.

The camps were smashed one by one, countless soldiers were smashed into pulp, and blood stained the ground red.

The army of the Qin State formed a formation, the military spirit was like frost, the blood was like a rainbow, and even the clouds of heaven and earth were ignited. The incomparably strong military aura soared into the air, condensing into a Xuanwu with a turtle shell on its back and a head like a dragon.

Each soldier is covered with a layer of illusory armor, which has improved a lot in both defense and combat power.

The martial saint who opened up the acupoints of all bodies, and his qi and blood were like jasper, with the blessing of military qi, his fist could shatter the mountain, and even the Yin God powerhouse would shake them into pieces with a roar.

Rumble!

The martial saint who turned into blood stepped on the void and threw a punch, and the blood and military qi in the sky suddenly condensed into an incomparably huge fist.

Huge fists collided in the air.

The huge impact blew the camp away, and one by one the soldiers bled and died in the impact. But like ants, a steady stream of soldiers resolutely took the place of sacrificial robes, like a tide, and there was no end to it.

The Great Qin soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and although the losses of the disciples of the Heavenly Snake Sect were not as heavy as those of the Great Qin soldiers, from time to time there would be disciples whose heads exploded and died.

"Dashuai, we can't go on like this. The loss of soldiers is too great, leave some seeds for the old Qin people. ”

A soldier covered in blood knelt in front of the camp, his head lying on the ground, his eyes bleeding and tears, and his voice was a little choked and roared.

Tall, with a white beard, Bai Qi held the order flag in his hand, hearing the pleading of the soldiers, thinking of the soldiers who were bleeding outside, his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of unbearability. But when he thought of the future of the Qin State, his eyes suddenly became cold, as if he was a killing machine, and there was no trace of warmth.

"Above, don't be stingy with the soldiers, press them all on me, every disciple of the religion is incomparably precious. ”

"Every death is a huge loss. ”

"The children of Great Qin, although they are dead, they still exist!"

Bai Qi threw down the command flag in his hand without hesitation, and roared in a sonorous voice.

"Whoever dares to withdraw from the army and disturb the hearts of our army will not be spared. ”

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

The Great Qin soldiers who had been fated fell to their knees, and when they stood up, their eyes were already red.

The grandmaster of the hundred schools of thought, in a word, can be the teacher of the world, the mighty righteousness rises, like the Milky Way in the air hanging upside down, and the turbulent literary atmosphere is condensed into a moral article in the air.

The literary atmosphere was condensed to the extreme, and there were several faint figures in the air, which were the projections of the princes.

The few remaining Confucians in the world were lying on the bookcase and splashing ink, and the war poems were stimulated and turned into endless arrows.

There are also war poems that turn into warriors, glaciers, eagles, etc.

The Taoist immortals, the true monarch of the cave, the cave is wide open, the high mountain holds the kingdom of God to the sky, tens of thousands, millions of believers pray day and night, condensed into a drop of precious heavenly silver. Tens of thousands of heavenly silver were burned in an instant as if they didn't need money, releasing infinite divine light.

But even so, Dong Tian Zhenjun didn't feel a trace of distress, but hated that the magic lamp was not bright enough.

Dressed in white and unparalleled in beauty, like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world, Wu Yue, the contemporary leader of the Heavenly Snake Sect, stood on the top of the holy mountain and looked at it with a sad face.

One by one, the elite disciples died of headshots, and this loss made her feel painful.

These are the essence of the Heavenly Snake Sect.

"Change formation!"

Holding back her grief, Wu Yue said to the Dharma Protector next to her.

"No!"

As the flags planted on the top of the mountain were waved, the giants turned into mountains and rivers ran, the earth roared, and the sun and moon were gone. A faint cloud spread out as the giant ran.

Whether it is the Great Qin military camp or the hundred schools of thought, they are all divided by this seemingly faint cloud, like chess pieces on a chessboard, divided between the vertical and horizontal of Qianmo.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The valley in front of the Heavenly Serpent Mountain became a flesh mill, where countless people were crushed into flesh, blood gathered into rivers, and dead bodies piled up into mountains.

However, Wu Yue did not have a trace of joy, because the soldiers of Great Qin still had hundreds of schools backed by the empire, and even if the loss was large, they would get a steady stream of supplies.

The Heavenly Snake Sect is different, and the loss is irreversible.

"Catch the mountain!"

Just when the battle between the two sides was scorching, a voice full of brilliant heavenly power suddenly sounded.

A huge, incantation-drawing whip descended from the sky, awe-inspiring both the running giants and the still mountains.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

With three whip sounds, the giant that Gao Shan turned into suddenly collapsed, and hundreds of Heavenly Snake disciples sitting on the ground were counterattacked, and their heads suddenly exploded.

Headless corpses, piled up in the valley.

With such a tragic scene, Wu Yue's eyes couldn't help but crack, and she shed a trace of blood and tears.

"Emperor Qin!"

"King Wansheng!"

"Old Qin!"

Unlike Wu Yue's mental battle, the Qin army camp let out cheers that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the veteran Bai Qi couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

"The big picture is settled. ”

"Qin Wangzheng, you are still here. Is it really that important to you?"

Wu Yue's voice was hoarse, and she said with a heavy heart.

"Wu Yue, as long as you follow Gu back to the palace, Gu guarantees that no one here will be able to hurt you. ”

Wearing a flowing head, wearing a black dragon robe, there seems to be a reincarnation of the sun and moon in his eyes, the prince who rises and falls on the earth, looking at Wu Yue who is dressed in white like snow, his eyes rarely reveal a trace of tenderness.

"Your Majesty, by no means. ”

Several Haoshou old ministers looked at Qin Wangzheng with some concern, and wanted to come forward to meet him.

Confucianism, Taoism and others also subconsciously stopped attacking, wanting to hear how Qin Wangzheng arranged.

"What if I say no?"

Wu Yue looked at the cold and domineering Qin Wangzheng with some heartbreak, and said with a trembling voice.

When Qin Wangzheng heard that Wu Yue was unwilling to follow him back to the palace, his eyes couldn't help but stagnate, and a trace of sadness and heartache emerged. But it was soon replaced by coldness.

"The Lone General will slaughter the Heavenly Snake Sect, and from now on, there will be no more records in the world about the Heavenly Snake Sect, and the sect leader Wu Yue has said a word. ”

"Li Si, don't make a move yet!"

"No!"

Hidden behind everyone, Li Si, who was wearing a wide suit and a high crown on his head, pointed lightly with his fingers, and a touch of knife light crossed space and time, and slashed down abruptly.

Before several Martial Saint Elders of the Heavenly Snake Sect could react, they were slashed in half.