When the seven spirit weapons and the seven figures dragged the beautiful Changhong in front of the enemy, it caused a lot of panic to the 750,000 army.

Whether it is in the Earth Spirit Secret Realm or the Donghua Continent, this cultivator is like an immortal existence to the mortal world.

When mortals see immortals, how can they not have some emotions?

The sword that Ji Yu was holding was still the fiery one-eyebrow sword.

And the swordsmanship used is the swordsmanship that can listen to the tide with sword energy like a tide and sword light like a sea.

Listening to the tide rolling red dust, a sword light like the sea rises, and a sword light like the sea falls. Those tides of sword qi, one after another, crisscrossed the entire battlefield.

Everywhere they passed, people turned over on their backs, and some of them were close to those sword qi and sword light, but they couldn't react, and they were cut into bloody people by the sword light and sword qi on the spot, and fell into a pool of blood, and died.

The clothes are fluttering, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, like a sword fairy.

Or perhaps, he is a sword immortal himself?

Lingyue's sword intent is not as strong as Ji Yu, nor is it as chic as Ji Yu, her sword light and sword aura are so cold, like a ruthless thunderbolt between heaven and earth.

It is also like the ice and snow that has not melted for thousands of years in the ice field, bringing people not only the biting cold, but also the death-like coldness.

When people saw those sword lights glowing with ruthless thunder and lightning, they couldn't give birth to any other emotions except the despair in their hearts.

They were so desperate, terrified, engulfed by the blinding sword light of the thunder and lightning, and then they never woke up again.

The bright red flowers that bloom on the vast snow vividly interpret the beauty of death.

Fu Bang's three knives are exhausted, one knife flower after another, and the matter of killing people is naturally not artistic for the biggest bandit in the world.

Those sword lights and sword qi are naturally not as majestic as Ji Yu's, nor are they as gorgeous as Ling Yue.

Fu Bang's killing people feels like the autumn harvest, a man wielding three sickles is quickly harvesting rice.

It's ugly, but it's efficient because of the simplicity.

Ji Yu looked at the picture of Fu Bang's murder, and thought to himself that if the junior brother saw the appearance of this young man killing people, he would probably like it, because the junior brother has always believed in the simplicity of the avenue, the simplicity of life, and the simplicity of all things!

The battlefield continued to fight for life and death, Long Jia's giant sword became more and more proficient, and a sword qi like Mount Tai was pressed down, followed by another sword qi like Mount Tai smashed over.

Suddenly, the serious person was shattered on the spot, bleeding from his mouth and nose and died, and the bones in his body were deformed in many places, and his death was very tragic.

The light man turned on his back, like a scarecrow, and was blown everywhere by the hurricane, and finally fell to the ground horizontally and vertically.

The swordsmanship used by Long Jia to wield the giant sword is the same as that of a hurricane.

After several battles, Xiahou Yuan's red dragon axe was also used handy.

At this time, he wielded the axe as if he was dancing a dragon, and the dragon with the candle on the axe finally came to life under his dance.

Where the red mangling dragon passed, the candle dragon opened its bloody mouth, and when it saw people, it bit it, and blood splashed everywhere, which was very cruel.

Although the area of lethality is not large, as long as it is touched by Chimang, it will be a different place and die in a pool of blood.

Bai Wuchang was still a little bit of a murderer, the knife in his hand was turning rapidly, it was difficult for people to see the appearance of the knife clearly, only the shadow of the knife that was spinning rapidly, the light of the knife and the sound of the knife breaking through the air.

And the people he killed were either cramped, deboned, or skinned to death, which was simply miserable.

As a result, many soldiers didn't want to fight with Bai Wuchang, they were born in the world, and their lives were not very good-looking, so they would work hard for these little county guards and county lords.

Isn't it sad to die and die ugly?

As a result, Bai Wuchang really became a hated evil ghost in the eyes of the enemy.

The judge waved the huge pen in his hand without any expression, and the ink was like a dragon!

Maybe in his eyes, there is really no difference between killing and writing.

Seven people, Ji Yu, Ling Yue, and Fu Bang are not to mention, and the remaining four people are also fierce generals, and they beat the enemy army to the ground.

The county guards and county lords of the coalition army watched the situation on the battlefield from the rear of the army, and they were terrified.

If it goes on like this, it's a fart!

So, after confirming their eyes, these county guards and county lords began to order those archers and nunners to start firing arrows, and those ballistas also drove out one after another and started!

The army of 750,000 people, although the arrows are very rare, there are still some.

These county guards and county lords want to use the small number of air-breaking arrows in this overwhelming array of arrows to contain the seven demon gods who are blocking and killing gods and killing Buddhas on the battlefield.

Especially the shadow of the sword in the dark robe and the fiery red, it was like the scythe of the god of death, and everywhere it passed, death roamed the earth, rivers of blood flowed like rivers, and white bones were accumulated.

Just as the archers, nunners, and ballistas were about to release their arrows, Han Xing ordered the gate of Yiju Prefecture to be opened.

The 300,000 army poured out like a tide, pounced on the enemy like a wolf and a tiger, and the shouts of killing shook the whole heaven and the earth and the wind and snow that roamed in the four fields, and the morale was high.

Immediately after, with the incomparably dense sound of "whoosh" arrows breaking through the air, the overwhelming arrows swept towards Ji Yu's side.

A fierce battle in the vast wind and snow, on the empty white plains!

For the entire Earth Spirit Secret Realm, the imperial palace in Luoyang, the eastern capital, is a mysterious place.

And the imperial study and Ziwei Hall where the emperor is located are more mysterious and full of magic.

The people who can enter and exit here must be the great magnates of the Later Han Dynasty.

And the people who can enter and leave here at will are even more big people in the secret realm of the earth spirit, in so many delicate rivers and mountains, covering the sky with one hand.

Wen Zhuo followed Zhang Ren, like a pug with a tail between his legs, to the Ziwei Palace, and saw the Son of Heaven who was full of glory in the Hou Han Dynasty, but like a puppet.

Emperor Ling of the Later Han Dynasty, but a young man about the same age as Ji Yu, is not as beautiful as Ji Yu was born, nor is he as strong as Ji Yu, nor is he as strong as Ji Yu, and he does not have Zhu Chong's optimism and determination to fight with Tiandou.

Even if he is unwilling, he can't see it in this teenager.

Dressed in a golden dragon robe, he looked calm, his eyebrows were clear, as if he was really a puppet, and he couldn't feel a little emotional about the things around him.

Wen Zhuo, who lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to his eyes, looked at such a son of heaven and felt that he was unwilling to give such a throne to him, so it was better to be Zhang Rang, and it would be happy.

The queen, who has a delicate body and a charming face, is feeding porridge to the Spirit Emperor.

A woman wearing a phoenix robe and a crown of xia and full of maturity, beauty and beauty, is like a peony in full bloom, full of magic for men.

Many men want to conquer this flower just by looking at it.

Wen Zhuo also wanted to, but he didn't show any real emotions, and still disguised himself like a pug with a tail between his legs.

After Zhang Rang and the Empress exchanged eyebrows for a while, they made an extremely simple and frivolous salute to Emperor Ling, and said, "Your Majesty, this is Lord Wenzhuo from Xiliang Prefecture, and I have come to Beijing to visit Your Majesty. ”

Emperor Ling looked at Wen Zhuo while drinking the porridge in the queen's hand, and then squeezed out a soulless smile.

Zhang Rang continued: "Your Majesty, the princes of the Ten Roads are rising together, the wolf is ambitious, and the general is in Sili Prefecture, not only to guard against the princes of the Ten Roads, but also to resist the menacing Red Turban Army. ”

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