Bang~

There was an earth-shattering explosion above the heads of 300,000 people.

Between the blood of the corpse and the monstrous battlefield aura, a punch appeared between heaven and earth.

Huhuhu~

The endless surging aura was all engulfed by this punch and squeezed out of the heavens and the earth!

Between heaven and earth, 300,000 people left only this powerful punch on their heads!

The brutal battles on the battlefield were all frozen at this moment.

The officers and soldiers of the Sui and Tang armies all looked at this scene stupidly.

That punch carried the surging and powerful will of the Great Dao, and went up to the sky.

Lu Qi.

Dare to punch the immortals!

An Rushan was cut off a big arm, and then the immortals came to save him, and let it go in any era, this is a big thing, and it is impossible to happen.

And any general, you can only give up.

Only the lord of the Zhenbei Army in this era, even in the face of the hands of the immortals, strode forward and killed angrily.

However, the cactus palm that swept over the top of his head swept thousands of miles around.

If the heavens reach out a hand, the fate of all beings is in control.

It's high above.

Cold and unforgiving.

Wherever a palm passed, there were endless ripples and stirring, and the mighty light overflowed, crushing the layers of space!

Boom rumble~

Shocking collision!

Lu Qi slammed his fist into the cactus's palm.

The sky was covered by spiritual light in an instant, as if the yin and yang of heaven and earth were exchanged, and the universe was discolored, and it was impossible to discern the situation.

Only a few people could see it.

Under the cactus of the overwhelming cactus.

Lu Qi's towering figure was constantly suppressed and smaller, and his blood and qi met the sky above his head, and at the end, he was pressed back by the palm print like the sky collapsed......

However, Lu Qi laughed coldly:

"On this battlefield, even if you are an immortal, you have to kneel for me obediently!"

In a word.

Suddenly, there was a storm outside Junzhou City.

There are thousands of meteors like dragons and tigers gathering!

Roar!

It seems that hundreds of thousands of people roared in unison!

Shake the earth!

The sky seems to be about to crack!

The personal qi in the underworld has condensed into a chain of avenues, gathering into a general trend that can make the immortals change color!

"Poof"

In the clouds, the Venerable Immortal who was overflowing his whole body with the air flow of Fushou Dao suddenly looked up to the sky and spewed out a mouthful of golden blood, his face was pale with fatigue, and he muttered in disbelief:

"How so!!"

Under the fist palm, it turned out that he had received a terrifying power impact, from the depths of the underworld!

One more moment!

The Purple Yang Immortal quickly came to his senses, and looked at the personal qi on his body with a shocked face......

Whoa~

If a big river breaks out an embankment, the gas will flow outward!

"Not good!!"

In an instant, he sensed a terrifying sinister.

Ziyang Zhenren stared at Lu Qi under the heaven and earth, with a cold meaning in his heart, if he wanted to freeze the heaven and the earth!

"Lu Qi'er, dare to calculate immortals?!"

"The old man remembers you!"

The voice is behind.

Outside the city of Junzhou, suddenly the clouds are clear and the wind is clear.

The rolling clouds and aura all dispersed.

The sky turned blue.

At this time.

Sun Ci Zhenren stood beside Lu Qi.

On the battlefield, there were many Sui and Tang generals, including Lu Qingping, who were stunned and puzzled what had just happened.

Why did the immortals suddenly stop!

Lu Qi snorted from his hand, with cold disdain:

"Under this punch, it hurt his thirty years of qi, and he finally realized it so early, so he quickly stopped it, it was really cheap for him!"

Hiss~

Lu Qi and the immortal punched, not only did he have nothing to do, but he lost the immortal's luck for thirty years!

This is even more unbelievable than the legendary Lu Qi and the immortals who are undefeated.

Because this time......

It was the immortal who shot out angrily at first, but he was beaten by Lu Qi with a punch and knocked out his luck for thirty years.

in the clouds.

The other immortals looked at each other coldly, laughing at each other.

"Zhou Ziyang, Zhou Ziyang, is young in the end."

Zhou Ziyang, the ancestor of Penglai who cultivated in the blessed land of Penglai for three hundred years and finally became a land immortal, felt that the background was too shallow in the eyes of other immortals in these clouds.

He is an immortal, and he has no concept of some things at all.

He didn't know that when he cultivated to a land immortal, he was especially afraid of qi changes?

If only he rescued An Rushan, it would be fine.

However, the mood pattern was a little worse, and he was only knocked down by Lu Qi's punch, and he was led into a trap.

He can teach Lu Qi a lesson at any time, but at this moment, he saw that Lu Qi would annihilate the 200,000 troops of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

At this time, Lu Qi and his 100,000 army can be called lucky, thriving, reaching the intensity of burning oil!

Even the female madman in Taiyi Mountain may not be able to resist the Southern Sui military movement that is about to win a big victory with her own personal popularity!

Luck changes!

It is the most important thing that immortals need to remember!

It is precisely because they dare not pull the two countries apart when the luck of the two countries is extremely strong, that they each draw their salaries to the bottom of the kettle and cultivate a new dragon, and they want to take away the luck of the two countries in order to control a country that does not have so strong national fortunes, and then implement their own religion, and then turn their own religion into a state religion, give up the monarchy, focus on theocracy, and unify Yanfu, which naturally becomes orthodox.

It all has to be done step by step.

The taboo is not to go against the general trend of luck!

In the battle of Junzhou City, the divine soldiers of Lu Qi descended from the sky, and the soldiers were like gods, and the Northern Tang Dynasty had been defeated like a mountain, and the fate of the 200,000 army was doomed.

Zhou Ziyang only rescued An Rushan alone, but fortunately, he still shot at Lu Qi.

Then I simply want to use the power of one person to reverse the general trend of victory and defeat in this war, and change my life against the sky!

No matter how strong his immortal qi is, he can't defeat the 100,000 Sui soldiers who annihilated the 200,000 troops of the Northern Tang Dynasty and won a great victory, bringing the national transportation to the Southern Sui.

With just one punch, Zhou Ziyang was attacked by the backlash of going against the trend and changing his life.

Because after that punch, it wasn't just Lu Qi and the luck of the 100,000 army that was eating him.

There is also Nan Sui's national fortune, roaring and roaring at him!

You have already won the first battle, and you want to turn the tide by killing Lu Qi.

Regardless of whether the Ziyang Immortal thought so or not, he was already doing a fact when he made a move towards Lu Qi, the commander.

Under the rules of Heavenly Dao luck, there is its own judgment.

The qi of an immortal is not enough to turn things around.

Therefore, Zhou Ziyang suffered a backlash and ptysis on the spot.

His personal qi was even broken up by Lu Qi's punch for thirty years.

This post-war period.

Zhou Ziyang, a Penglai immortal who has just become a land immortal, is afraid that he will become a laughing stock on the Xianwu rivers and lakes for thousands of years.

Regardless of the specific process.

Zhou Ziyang is the first immortal in these years to be beaten by a martial artist to hemoptysis and be scattered for thirty years!

On the first day of becoming an immortal, he became a shame of an immortal.

……

An Rushan has been rescued.

The outcome of the battle outside Junzhou has been decided.

No immortal dares to use his own qi to go against the general trend of victory and defeat in this battle, and the price is too great.

Although Beitang lost blood again this time, as long as An Rushan is alive, there will be no blood left!

And the Northern Tang side, which had an absolute advantage, was successively swallowed up by 250,000 elite soldiers, faintly pulling the forces of the two countries into a balance of power, which is exactly what the immortals want to see.

Only when the Sui and Tang dynasties were evenly matched, their great wars would continue to appear, and their luck would continue to flow to the war, and then in the victory or defeat of the wars, they would be eaten up by the chess pieces of the major immortals, and then, they would grow and rise rapidly until they reached their initial plan.

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on the battlefield.

Bloody corpses were everywhere.

A blood-colored chasm avenue appeared on the battlefield plain, winding and twisting.

But it directly divided the army of 200,000 into two halves.

On the battlefield, gunsmoke and blood covered the world.

Stump limbs and severed arms can be found everywhere.

Lu Qingping finally completed his task and dragged at least two-thirds of the 200,000 troops on the retreat road.

These hundreds of thousands of people were rushed and killed by 10,000 cavalry, cut off on the plain, like headless flies, already in a mess.

In such a situation, even a general with a different art of war can lead the cavalry to chop these ownerless husks that have lost their hearts and will to fight, and chop melons and vegetables!

Next, it's a feast of ground meat!

Lu Qingping was covered in blood, half-squatting next to a big pit, and stuck the knife not far away.

For the cruelty of the battlefield, the prince did not feel the slightest discomfort.

Since the tragic seven days after experiencing broken hands and feet and blindness in the personal event of reincarnation, thousands of people in Wudang Mountain were slaughtered, and what kind of hell on earth can make him unforgettable more than his experience.

Presumably, the gore on the battlefield is nothing.

The reason for this is that he is not so easy to be killed now, so naturally he will not feel that the battlefield is cruel.

Inside the big pit.

There was hot gas billowing up into the sky, and it seemed that there was a large meteorite inside.

That's a left-handed arm!

On the arm, the green tendons are like a small dragon knot, and the fast muscles have an explosive sense of force.

It lay there, but it was like a hill falling there.

Lu Qingping's eyes just flashed, and without hesitation, she controlled the Blood God Son to fly towards that arm!

"Whew~"

Full of excitement and hunger instincts, the blood-light villain let out a terrible scream, and threw itself directly into An Rushan's stopping arm.

Lu Qingping squatted in front of the big pit, watching the blood-light villain touch his arm for the first time, and he was about to bite down, but he actually screamed in pain as if he had bitten a piece of red-hot magma.

But that can't resist the instinctive hunger of this blood god son who has no ideology!

The blood of the martial arts!

Or a full big arm!

Although it was blistered with the horrible blood, it still devoured it greedily.

"An Rushan is the same as Lu Qi, the martial arts cultivation has already entered the peak of the end, and the blood and qi are no longer the mountains and rivers in the early stage of the end, but have become the majestic power of the five mountains and four desecrations."

Five mountains and four desecrations, both five mountains and four rivers!

"I don't know how far the blood god son can directly improve his blood qi after completely swallowing An Rushan's big arm?"

"Grand Master?"

Lu Qingping's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the Blood God Son, and swallowing that big strong arm more and more shriveled up.

The villain image of the Blood God Son began to be extremely crystalline, just like a human shape carved from a blood diamond!

Its momentum began to gradually climb from the little grandmaster who was attached to the palace slave, like a big river rushing down, and it couldn't stop climbing......

Little Grandmaster...... Peak...... Master...... Peak......

Grand Master ......

And, continue to climb and skyrocket!

Lu Qingping's eyes lit up, staring at the same time.

The young man raised his hand slightly, and a drop of blood on that arm slowly floated into his palm......

He's going to completely drain all the value out of this arm.

It seems that in the blood of the martial arts, there is their fist intent practice inheritance......