In the pitch-black universe, the dazzling sword light suddenly illuminated the universe, and after a flash, the starry sky fell into darkness again.

Then, a huge figure slowly cracked, letting out an unwilling roar.

Situ Xueqin stood alone in the starry sky, her clothes fluttering and very moving, but her beautiful face was full of vicissitudes and exhaustion.

"It's been a year, and after a year of fighting, my feelings have finally been digested. Now I can finally officially move towards the peak of the immortal realm. ”

"I really hope that the war will come later, and when I reach the peak of the Immortal Realm, I will be able to exert stronger combat power. Situ Xueqin said with regret.

In the starry sky ahead, there were three corpses of Terrans floating, and it looked like they had been dead for a long time.

The wound on the corpse still has the breath of light power.

Only those killed by the light camp will be left with wounds, and if they are killed by the dark camp, the corpse will be eaten.

Situ Xueqin is used to seeing it.

Fifty-six Immortal Realm masters had already died in her Situ family, including the Eighth Uncle she had met before.

The so-called family heritage is also being worn away little by little, and the starry sky battlefield is not only the heritage of the Situ family, but also the heritage of the entire Central Star, as well as the heritage of the entire human race.

In this year, there are many immortal realm masters who have died in the human race, mainly the older generation of masters, these old people who have no hope in the martial arts, they are obviously very crazy in the starry sky battlefield, and they burn their life's cultivation at every turn to fight with others.

It was also because of their madness that they blocked the attack of the alien race, so that the warriors of the alien race did not dare to be too presumptuous.

However, the masters of the human race are limited after all, how long can they go crazy?

As the number of old people continues to decrease, it is still necessary for the younger generation to work hard.

But young people, can they still stand it?

The number of both sides is a huge chasm.

Situ Xueqin didn't know that even a genius like him had no confidence in this war.

"Josie, Eugene, where have they gone, why are the geniuses of the alien race gone? Situ Xueqin said softly, without the restraint of these geniuses, Situ Xueqin continued to kill enemies in the starry sky battlefield, but the more this was the case, the more uneasy Situ Xueqin's heart became.

"Yechen is also gone...... Situ Xueqin sighed, at the beginning, Yechen was still vividly frightened when he killed the alien race, and then, can Yechen still rely on himself to block the other party's military might?

Situ Xueqin shook his head, if he could, Yechen would have appeared a long time ago.

Ahead, the figure of the enemy appeared again.

Situ Xueqin slowly drew her sword, now, it doesn't matter what she wants, she can only fight, behind her, there are people she must give her life to protect.

。。。。。。。

It's been a year.

In the Hanging Island, he has been cultivating for a thousand years.

In the past thousand years, every hundred years, Li Xiangru will send a large number of corpses, and in the last few hundred years, there have been many corpses of giant dragons.

The dragon's body is huge, and its body is full of blood and energy, which is a great supplement for dragon blood warriors.

In the past thousand years, the strength of the dragon blood warriors has increased a lot, and now the dragon blood in the body is close to forty percent, and the strength of the flesh and blood is also very strong, and ordinary immortal realm masters can no longer cause damage to them.

Of course, it will take a lot of time to reach the level of a mid-rank divine beast.

It's time to transport bodies again.

In the sky, the leader is a young man, Yechen knows him, he is Li Xiangru's deputy Dai Bing, a martial artist in the middle of the immortal realm, he used to follow Li Xiangru to transport the corpse.

"Under Dai Bing, I have seen the Night Child. The young man saluted respectfully to the night.

While returning the salute, Yechen said with a little surprise, "Why didn't Brother Li come today?" ”

"Ruler him...... I've gone to the starry battlefield. The young man said.

He also went. Yechen muttered, now the main battlefield is still at the Xuan level, and Li Xiangru is a master of the Immortal Realm.

As a commander of the Taixu Star, it can be said that he sits in the rear and generally does not go to the battlefield.

Yechen said: "Is the current situation so grim?"

Dai Bing said: "The situation is indeed very serious, but the commander can not go, but he can't sit still in the rear, he said, there is no hope for the honorable level in this life, and it is a waste of life to stay behind, it is better to go to the battlefield to fight." ”

Yechen was silent, and could only silently wish Li Xiangru good luck in his heart, and sighed: "Hopefully, there will be a chance to drink with him next time." ”

Although for Li Xiangru, he has only been with Yechen for a year, and he drinks with Yechen almost every other month.

But for Yechen, he has known each other for a thousand years, and every time he drinks, he will report the battle report from the front, so that Yechen can roughly understand the battle situation ahead.

"Brother Dai, have a drink?" Yechen said.

"Thank you!" Dai Bing said, and then sat in front of Yechen, and did not pick up the wine glass, but said to Yechen, "Now, our human race has cast more than 30,000 immortal realm masters in the Xuan-level starry sky battlefield, the light camp has cast 150,000 troops, and the number of dark camps is about the same, at present, our side has 3,000 casualties, and the number of enemy deaths is slightly more than ours." ”

Yechen's hand holding the wine glass froze slightly, and then he drank the wine like a person who was fine, the wine was still the original wine, but it was full of bitterness at the moment.

Nearly one-tenth of the damage.

That's a master of the Immortal Realm, not an ordinary soldier.

This is a group of people who have transcended mortals and could have been at ease, but from mortals to this realm, they have endured countless hardships and experienced countless lives and deaths.

Now, for the sake of the Terrans, it has finally fallen.

How many people know the bitterness in it?

"Actually, we're all mortals!" Yechen murmured.

"Huh?" Dai Bing in front of him was stunned.

Yechen looked at him and said with a smile: "Because, we all have a mortal heart. ”

"Yes, we all have a mortal heart, even if the physical body evolves, we are all us, and we do not forget our original intention. Dai Bing finally picked up the wine glass, took a sip with Yechen, and continued, "In addition to the heaven-level battlefield that is still holding each other back, the ground-level battlefield has also broken out a lot of friction, and on our side, five people have already died. ”

Immortal realm, can be called immortal. But in the end, it also decayed.

This is the backbone of the human race, but there are not many of them.

"With only a hundred thousand troops, we have lost so much, if there are another million troops!" Yechen shook his head, unimaginable.

Dai Bing said: "Many old people are going out of the customs one after another, stepping on the starry battlefield, to bloom the most brilliant moment. ”

"Splendid!" Yechen murmured softly, then shook his head and said, "Who wants this splendor." ”

Yechen's words made Dai Bing's face change slightly, and a trace of displeasure appeared.

Yechen ignored him, silently poured two glasses of wine, and didn't care whether Dai Bing drank it or not, he picked up one and drank it himself.

"The wine brewed by Xinqi is getting more and more bitter. Yechen complained softly.

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