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Chapter 954: The Great War in the Middle Domain

Medium domain.

Smoke slowly rises.

The smoke and flames of war shrouded the entire Midfield.

The battle of life and death between the two camps was decided today.

The entire Middle Domain was in complete chaos.

One side is headed by Lonely Xingtian, Emperor Dan, Emperor Feng, and Ye Zhan. The other side is headed by Emperor Yan, Luo Injury, Ghost King, and Black Yama.

The two sides rushed out of the gate and went head-to-head.

The light of the moon looked unusually cold at this moment, cold to everyone's heart.

Spears, swords, and broadswords shimmered in the darkness of the night.

There were corpses everywhere on the ground, and many people died in the chaos.

Everyone knows that the final outcome depends on the strongest person.

Rounds of flaming arrows came in, flames burning, wailing incessantly.

Brilliant sword flashes.

Lan, Shang Jie, Ask Xueqing, Yuntian, Lonely Knife and others entered the battlefield one by one and displayed their martial arts.

Everyone's martial arts were unleashed, turning into brilliant light in the void.

One person held a big knife in his hand and killed into the crowd, the lonely and domineering knife qi was ten zhang long, and he slashed violently, and the surrounding space suddenly formed a dead space, and hundreds of people died.

The knife of the lonely knife is still like his father, lonely and domineering.

This knife frightened many people on the spot.

Lan opens his alien pupils and fights the enemy with his brother.

There was a blue mist in front of Fang Yuan.

In this space, Blue's combat power has increased several times, while the enemy's combat power has decreased a lot.

Lan is here to take the other party's head like a bag to pick up objects, it is extremely easy.

He stabbed his enemies as he looked back.

In the rear, a shadow quickly followed, and spit out three cold words: "Lightning kill!"

A bolt of lightning struck, killing many people on the spot.

The whole scene was extremely chaotic.

The dwarf Gao Dong held a large hammer in his hand, which was his Haotian Hammer.

The hammer grew huge in the next moment, as if it were a small mountain range.

With a hammer, the terrifying energy swept away like a hurricane.

The surrounding enemies screamed under this hammer, turning into pulp, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

Not only dwarves, Shang Jie, Crazy Sword, and Yuntian also showed their skills.

The sword of the mad sword is mad, and when the sword is stabbed, many people drink blood on the spot.

The power exerted by these people is still so great, not to mention the several masters standing in the void.

One person was covered in black smoke, and from time to time there was a whining sound in the black smoke, and the ghost cried wolf.

That's the ghost king of the Ghost Sect.

The ghost king looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and his voice was extremely indifferent: "Ye Zhan, your son killed my son, and now your son has died in the abyss of the Ten Demons, but his death is not enough to pay off my son, I will use your death to pay tribute to my dead son!"

His eyes flashed with scarlet light, full of murderous intent.

"Nonsense! Qingyun is not dead!" Ye Zhan insisted, although he didn't know where his son was now, he could be sure that Ye Qingyun was not dead.

Because in Ye Qingyun's body flowed his blood, the blood of the immortal dragon.

Once Ye Qingyun died, then the undead dragon bloodline in his body would become extremely sad.

But that didn't happen.

"Hmph!" The ghost king's gaze became more and more gloomy, staring gloomily ahead: "Old thing, today, I will definitely kill you!"

"I'll leave this man to me!" he said as he said to the others.

There were some people standing beside him, and their cultivation had all reached the Nine Levels of the Heavenly Blood Realm, and it could be said that they were the people with the highest cultivation in the lower God Realm.

"Okay, I don't object!" Emperor Yan glanced at the Ghost King, said lightly, and then looked at the old man holding a golden big knife in front of him, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that the first sword person in the lower God Realm is still alive!"

"I heard that you have a supernatural realm in your sword technique, I really want to see if your sword technique is in vain?"

As soon as the words fell, flames erupted wildly from within them, making sizzling sounds.

The fiery aura seemed to freeze the surrounding space, which was terrifying.

Holding the golden big knife in his hand, Lonely Xingtian raised his head, looked ahead, took a step, and the sword qi up and down his body completely burst out at this moment, soaring straight into the sky, irresistible: "Okay, I also want to see what the power of the strange fire in your body is? Can you resist my sword?"

Lonely Xingtian is a person who uses a knife, a person who is born with a knife, and he already has his own understanding of knife techniques, and he is superb.

The sword qi on his body is comparable to the vast ocean, surging endlessly.

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, an astonishing roar erupted in the void.

The sword qi and the flame aura collided violently, and the entire void tightened.

In addition, there is a shadow standing in the void.

This person looks like a fish and a goose, and the moon is shy and shy of flowers, but there is a little gloomy on her delicate face, so she stands quietly, watching these people fight, fight, and put them out of the way, as if they are outsiders.

In front of him stood a burly figure.

This person is the hall master of the Dark Temple, Hei Luoyan.

Fighting against Hei Luoyan was a middle-aged man, with a blood-red air flow on his body, and the blood of the undead dragon was tumbling.

This person is none other than the God and Demon Lord Ye Zhan!

Luo Shen looked at all this, watching quietly, and suddenly, her gaze froze.

I saw a blood-red long thread appear on the neck of the person in front of me, and then the long thread suddenly pulled out a hole, and blood gurgled out of it.

The hall master of the hall of the dark hall, Hei Luoyan, died like this.

Died silently.

"Who's coming?" said a shrill voice, looking up at the front.

There stood a figure.

Although the figure is emaciated, it exudes endless coercion, and it surrounds it, as if an ancient demon beast has awakened.

After the people fighting below felt this coercion, their hearts trembled, and when they raised their heads, they found that a young man in white strode in the void, walking around in the void, like a fairy.

He was dressed in white and had long hair flying, and his whole person looked confident.

"Little ...... Little leaves?"

Bing Feng raised his head, looked at the white-clothed young man pacing in the void, and exclaimed.

Ye Zhan looked back and found the face of the comer, and his face was also excited.

At this critical moment, Ye Qingyun came.

Almost at the same time, everyone's eyes were focused on the figure standing in the void.

The focus in his eyes was surprised, shocked.

To be able to silently kill the hall master of the Dark Temple, Hei Luoyan, how strong does it take?

"You're not dead?" Luo Wound's voice became more shrill, almost piercing a person's eardrum, and it seemed that the space around him was constantly trembling under this sound.