Chapter 149: The Battle of the Gods (3)

Glaring fiercely at the scout, Li Ru walked out of the city tower and saw the scene of thousands of war horses leaping in the city tower.

His mouth opened involuntarily.

"Damn, do all the war horses of the Ming army have wings?"

Li Ru scolded secretly, hurriedly returned to the city tower, faced everyone, and said very seriously: "The elite of the Ming army has already attacked the city wall, and the survival of the Qin State is up to you!"

When thousands of warriors heard this, their spirits perked up, and they used their aura at great speed, pulled out their weapons, and strode out of the city tower, ready to join the battlefield.

Their appearance made many Qin soldiers see hope, gritted their teeth, and glared at the Ming army viciously, there are so many strong men, they will definitely be able to kill the enemy.

"A group of martial artists who are a little cultivated, just ants!"

The soldiers of the prince who slaughtered frantically also found that this group of strong men, everyone's eyes, there was a bloodthirsty look, they turned their horses' heads, launched a charge, and the spears in their hands were erected, and the incomparable spears were across the sky.

Such as gods and demons generals, exhibiting terrible attacks.

All the attention of the Qin army looked at the powerhouse of Hongshuo City and looked forward to it.

But what happened next made a Qin sergeant feel desperate, his eyes glazed and unbelievable.

Thousands of arrogant and powerful warriors were instantly slashed in an instant, exploded into fragments, and turned into a sky full of blood mist in the charge of the prince's younger soldiers.

There were also hundreds of corpses, stuck with spears stuck in the city walls, and died horribly.

"No ......"

Li Ru, who walked out of the city tower, just saw this scene, screaming sadly, trembling all over, his eyes were full of despair and resentment, and he looked at the younger soldiers of the prince.

"Keep attacking!"

Xiang Yu volleyed in the air and ordered flatly.

It seems that it was not the first-class powerhouses of the Qin State who died, but a group of ants.

Rumble!

The Demon Cult vassal legion began to ascend the city on a large scale.

Half an hour later, the gate of Hongshuo City was opened......

......

"You can do it!"

In the void, a cold wind blew out, blowing away the smell of blood, Bai Tu raised his sword and said in a cold voice.

In his heart, there was a little regret.

He has lived for most of his life, met countless people, and traveled thousands of miles, but there has never been anyone who makes him feel familiar and wants to have a deep friendship with him.

Bai Qi is the first person!

It's just a pity that the two have opposite political positions and are army generals, and they are destined to survive in this battle.

In the face of national interests, what are personal feelings?

"General, you hurry up, the last general will be behind!"

Guan Hong flew to Bai Qi's side, holding a sharp sword, and said firmly, the peak momentum of the Holy Realm formed an air cover, but under Bai Tu's momentum, it was crumbling, and there was a sign that it would shatter at any time.

"You step back first!"

Bai shook his head, his face flat.

Guan Hong was a little anxious, but seeing Bai Qi's determined look, he didn't dare to resist, respectfully clenched his fists, and retreated to the ground.

"You're courageous!"

Bai Tu said with a smile, slowly raised the battle sword, and suddenly, a sword qi, shocking the world, bubbling with a strong murderous aura, reflected half of the sky, like a river of blood.

Dry Changping Ridge, the climate changes.

Snowflakes fall, crystal clear white, with a touch of coolness, but after falling low in the sky, they are rendered red again.

At a glance, the mountains are full of red.

"Kill!"

Bai Qi whispered, his face cold.

He is motionless, the ancient well has no waves, like sleep, like death, like invincible, like a pool of clear water, let you be murderous, but I am the true color of the country, standing like this.

He also cultivates the way of killing.

"Boom!"

The blood-drinking sword trembled, making a crisp and piercing sound, conveying excitement, releasing sword qi one after another, floating in the void, coming and going freely, but leaving no trace.

The murderous aura, centered on Bai Qi, was overwhelming, sweeping the world.

It was even richer than the murderous aura released by Bai Tu, like a vast ocean, sweeping in the void.

"What? This murderous ......"

Bai Tu's eyes shrank, and he was shocked!

How could an unknown junior release such a huge murderous aura?

At this moment, he finally understood why he sensed a familiar breath on Bai Qi's body, it turned out that the two of them belonged to the same Zhong from the root.

Likes to kill, kills for the sake of the goal, kills for the sake of protection.

Killing, not indiscriminately!

"Die, this man must die!"

Bai Tu roared secretly, his eyes were blood-red, on Bai Qi's body, he sensed a threat, once this person grows up, he will become a big problem for the Qin State.

Only by death, Qin Guosheji will be as stable as Mount Tai.

"Kill!"

The sword qi fell, and a river of blood flowed in the sky, suppressing Qiankun, completely freezing the void to death, and the air stopped flowing.

The soldiers watching the battle, just by looking at it, were like falling into an ice cave, and the forest was cold to the bone.

"General, you must resist it!"

Guan Hong stood on the ground strewn with corpses, praying secretly, wanting to help, but unable to move.

"Spirit Sword!"

Bai Qi's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sword slashed out, and the sea of blood in a radius of thousands of feet was like boiling water, extremely violent.

A sword out, just in terms of momentum, is not weaker than the attack cast by Bai Tu.

Then, Bai Qi didn't notice that wisps of pure blood-red energy poured out from the blood-drinking sword, ran down his arm, and merged into the dantian.

"Kill, kill to kill!"

"After thousands of years, there is finally someone who triggers the inheritance of this god. ”

An ethereal sound echoed in the heavens and the earth, deafening, as if the heavens whispered.

But the strange thing was not heard by hundreds of thousands of people in Changping Pass, including Bai Qi.

Bloody battles, fierce battlefields, and a farewell to life and death.

Every move, every style, is the scythe of death, and if you are careless, you will be killed and disappear into this world.

"Boom!"

Another impact, white to fly dozens of feet, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, and his breath was short.

After all, he was only the pinnacle of the Holy Realm, not a martial artist.

"You're no match for Ben General!"

Bai Tu said loudly, not at all, but with a slightly ugly face, he who broke through the realm of liehou, actually fought with a saint realm martial artist for dozens of rounds.

Is it that he can't hold a knife?

Or is it too rebellious?

But the more this is the case, the more intense his murderous intent will be.

"Die, under the killing path of this general, step into death!"

Bai Tu shouted, and a blood-red sword qi fell, and the river of blood swept away, like a ribbon, surrounding Bai Qi's body, and constantly retracting.

"Ahh

Bai Qi couldn't help but roar, and the murderous aura entered his body, as if there were hundreds of millions of steel needles piercing into his body, causing severe pain, and his soul was twitching.

Reliving two lives, Bai Qi experienced this feeling for the first time.

His comprehension of the way of killing may surpass that of Bai Tu, and the only thing he lacks is his lack of strength.

If he breaks through the liehous, if he wants to kill Bai Tu, it will not be easy?

"Is this what death feels like?"

Bai Qi sensed that the vitality dissipated, and the pressure of the void made him feel suffocated, and the world in front of him became blurry and could not be seen clearly, as if he was in an illusion.

It's a blood-colored world.

Blood-colored avenues were all over the sky, and there were Xuan patterns all over them, and countless unjust ghosts and ghosts were suspended around, trembling.

A phantom shadow, from the blood-colored gas, slowly walked out......