"At this time, Xiao Qiang should have won, right?"

In the Ice and Fire Continent, under the dark sky, Ding Lanyi held a black scepter, standing on the back of the giant dragon Xuandian, and his dark green eyes looked at the other end of the sea. Please search (¥) to see the most complete!

The eyes were full of longing, as if they had penetrated thousands of mountains and rivers and saw the tall figure like a javelin.

On the gentle beach, the last dozen warships docked, and the demon warriors on the ship flew onto the beach, standing in the last phalanx, and the warriors methodically arranged the armor and weapons on their bodies.

Ahead of them was a dense wood, and beyond the woods, miles away, in the wasteland, a terrible war was in full swing.

The Terran warriors in black leather armor were not afraid in front of the army of undead ten times their size, and launched counter-charges again and again, killing until the sky was dark and the bones were everywhere.

Under the strict resistance of the Terran warriors, the army of the undead was unable to take a single step!

As early as before Ding Lanyi's expeditionary force set off, the White Moon tribe that migrated to the Tianyin Continent had already sent three thousand warriors to serve as an outpost for the expeditionary force.

After these 3,000 warriors secretly landed, they began to contact the clansmen who remained on the Ice and Fire Continent, and then took control of this beach as the landing point of the expeditionary army.

Now the expeditionary force is at the critical moment of landing, no matter what, they must hold the line of defense and buy enough time for the expeditionary force to land!

Under the impact of the army of the undead, the number of the White Moon Warriors has been drastically reduced, and the defense line is already in danger!

The demon army on the beach was finally rectified, Ding Lanyi's long hair was flying in the wind, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, the scepter in his hand pointed forward, and his cold lips spit out a word: "Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The 60,000 demon army let out an earth-shattering roar, and like a black tide, it surged forward......

Boom, boom!

In the Purple Dragon Mountains, in a certain mountain range, a dull roar was heard from time to time.

I saw a cloud of white light falling from the sky, and suddenly there was an explosion on the top of a mountain, and the entire mountain peak collapsed, and the broken stones rolled down the broken mountain.

In the fleeting white light, two vague figures were reflected, the two shadows only shook a little, but when they reappeared, they had already moved a hundred meters away, and there was a violent roar, and another small mountain bag was gone!

In the night sky, the dragon knights guarding the periphery couldn't help but secretly rejoice, fortunately, the mountain range they chose bypassed the leylines, and even if it was all destroyed, it would not hurt the feng shui of Zilong Mountain.

The battle between Xiao Qiang and Ximen Yuanshan has lasted for seven days and seven nights!

The original valley had long since been destroyed, and for seven days they had struck from the ground to the sky and from the sky to the earth, without stopping for a moment.

The low-level players who were watching the battle had already retreated to the outskirts, and together with those cultivators who were not qualified to enter the valley, there were tens of thousands of people.

Every time a mountain peak was destroyed, every time a cloud of light erupted from the sky, they let out an exaggerated exclamation and showed a dizzying expression.

The masters were suspended in the air, their eyes chasing the two lightning-fast figures.

The allies of the old sword ghost and Xiao Qiang are very relaxed, they know very well that Xiao Qiang is already very difficult to die when he fights to this extent, as long as he does not die, the victory or defeat will be secondary.

Just imagine, Xiao Qiang is just a backward advance, but he fought with the temple master who has been famous for hundreds of years for seven days and seven nights, even if he loses, he is still glorious despite defeat!

Of course, if Xiao Qiang can win the best, this will be of great significance to the Divine Sword Pavilion!

Lose or win, there is no doubt that this is a great battle, this is a battle between the past and the present, and this peak duel will definitely leave a brilliant mark in the annals of the Tianyin Continent!

Although the leaders of the Tianmai family and the Dao system were equally shocked, they were more nervous.

If three days ago they were shocked by Xiao Qiang's fighting talent and Xiao Qiang's will to fight, but now they are numb.

They still did not give up the last hope, with apprehension and anticipation, waiting for the outbreak of the distant mountains of Ximen, waiting for the moment of Xiao Qiang's fall.

Rumble!

Two figures descended from the sky and slammed into the summit of a mountain.

Rubble flew wildly, smoke and dust rolled up with ice and snow, and after the dust settled, two figures appeared.

Xiao Qiang's clothes were torn, his body was covered with blood, and his face was also a blur of flesh and blood.

He spread his hair, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood in succession, and looked at the Ximen Yuanshan opposite with a cold gaze, and his body stood together again, straight as a javelin!

Seven days of fighting, high-intensity fighting, had completely hollowed him out.

The mysteries that should be used have been used, and all the killing moves that can be used have been used, but he still can't kill and injure Ximen Yuanshan, and he can't get rid of Ximen Yuanshan's attack.

But he did not fall for seven days.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Simon Yuanshan that in the five years he had been in the Land of Divine Punishment, his longest battle had lasted a month!

Ximen Yuanshan's hair was also scattered, and there were two blood marks on his face, and several cracks appeared on his snow-like white clothes, and blood stains were faintly visible.

He gasped slightly, and when he saw Xiao Qiang's body flashing with green light, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

The mysteries that should be used have been used, and the killing moves that should have been used have been used, but he still can't hit Xiao Qiang hard, or even knock him down.

He knew very well that he couldn't kill Xiao Qiang, in fact, he had already lost, if he had changed the occasion, he should have admitted defeat six days ago.

However, this is not a battle for him alone, this battle is related to the future of the Tianmai family, and the future of the Dao system of the Tianyin Continent, he must not give up!

For a temple master, his greatest fear is being abandoned by the heavenly gods, and the decline of the Tianmai family is a clear signal.

Only by killing Xiao Qiang can we prove the way of heaven and the general trend of the world, and we are still on the side of the Tianmai family!

Ximen Yuanshan had a murderous intent in his eyes, and when he was about to make a move, Xiao Qiang had already made the first move!

The Heaven Destroying Demon Sword pierced the void, and the tyrannical murderous aura roared in!

The long hair of the distant mountain of Ximen flew, his eyes were wide open, his big palm suddenly probed, and blue light waves rippled forward.

The Cold of the Ninth World!

Airplanes!

The nine-layer blue wall of light took shape in an instant, and the entire space was distorted, and the black sword light only pierced through the three walls of light before collapsing into nothingness.

Xiao Qiang's body was like electricity, and he stabbed out hundreds of swords one after another.

His opponent was too strong, and all the mysteries had become invalid, so Xiao Qiang's sword also became a fast sword.

The world's martial arts, only fast and not broken, only the extreme speed can it be possible to tear through the defense of the cold of the ninth world.

Only by breaking through the cold of the Ninth World can he see the dawn of victory!