"Let go of me, I want to pacify the human race, I want to enslave the whole human race. ”

The fierce demon was dragged back to the Eight Sects Alliance, still roaring and struggling, and those scarlet pupils were the most bitter hatred for the human race.

Bang!

Zhao Chu kicked the fierce demon's knee to pieces, and then shook the blood dragon halberd in his backhand, and a blood arc fell, crisply and neatly.

Swish!

A fierce demon's head flew high, and before it died, its head still had a hateful expression, like a dark fierce light.

Before the three armies, behead the head of the enemy general.

He is like a lonely hero, crushing all the despair in the world.

The whole world was watching Zhao Chu perform alone, and no one dared to breathe loudly.

"The narrow road meets, the one who draws the sword...... Victory!"

Wang Junchen lowered his head, chewing on this sentence in his mouth, his white hair fluttered, and his whole body trembled slightly.

It's man-made.

Miracles are remembered, celebrated, and sung in psalms...... It is only because of those who create the opportunity that they will never give up, and they will fight to the last drop of blood.

They are the backbone of heaven and earth.

"Why are you so depressed before the battle is at the last moment...... If the demon is really that terrifying, why don't you just destroy me, and still talk nonsense here. ”

At the top of the battlefield, Zhao Chu stomped on the blood dragon halberd, and a crack exploded, like thunder, making countless teenagers tremble.

Quietly.

One by one, the drooping heads slowly lifted, and the pair of desperate pupils of defeat quietly awakened the fighting spirit.

The human head of the demon and the puppet is a small flame of fire.

But a single spark is enough to start a prairie fire.

"Fight!"

I don't know who it is, a hysterical roar, venting boundless war intent.

"Fight! Fight!"

The next breath, the rolling waves, like a monstrous flame.

Silent volcanoes erupt violently, and when the flames are monstrous, it is the time to destroy the world.

"Fight!"

There was a roar in unison, and the sky seemed to be torn apart.

"Fight!"

With the sword in hand, I am not afraid of the vanity of the world, but the blood stains the field.

"Fight!"

The wind and clouds will meet, the heroes of our generation, no fear or regret!

......

Buzz Buzz!

Between heaven and earth, the sound of drawing swords was everywhere.

The teenagers were silent, a fire burning in their chests and a drop of blood suppressed...... Their swords, greedily thirsty for the blood of their enemies.

The sound of the sword roaring, buzzing and trembling.

Between heaven and earth, a high-spirited war song is composed.

At this moment, Zhao Chu's black robe was flying, standing in the center of the battlefield, he was the leader in everyone's hearts, and he was a fire of faith in everyone's minds.

The fighting spirit was completely awakened.

The unrepentant monument in Zhao Chu's body buzzed and trembled, and he regained his unparalleled spirit.

"Thank you!"

At this moment, at Zhao Chu's feet, the head of the elder of the Martial Dragon Sect that he had cut off opened his eyes strangely.

Well?

The audience was shocked.

Even Zhao Chu had a convulsion in his heart.

The head is cut off, and this can't be killed?

"Don't worry, we won't kneel down the fierce demon, and we will be fed the poisonous pill by Wulongshuang and become a puppet who can't help myself...... We have no thoughts, but we have gained a vitality that is stronger than that of ordinary people. ”

"When we die, God is wise and clear for a few seconds. ”

"Young man, thank you for fishing me out of the sea of suffering...... Thank you for killing me, and if it is possible, killing them all if it is possible, it is a relief. ”

The head had long since lost its voice, like a cyan stone, and a strange sound could be transmitted.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill...... ......"

"Kill!"

That voice is still echoing in the sky, unwilling to disperse for a long time, stubborn like a knee that will never kneel.

Swish!

Countless teenagers put their palms on their left chests and performed martyr's salutes.

They didn't kneel down to the demons, and the mere backbone that represented the human race was enough to be respected by all.

Buzz!

At this moment, a fist-sized battle spirit instantly submerged into the monument of no regrets, Zhao Chu was shocked, and every pore trembled all over his body.

The battle spirit of the elders of the Martial Dragon Sect was simply terrifying.

It's gratitude.

This is the gratitude of the deceased hero, and it is the purest soul power in heaven and earth.

Looking at the cold-faced Martial Dragon Sect puppets in the distance, Zhao Chu gritted his teeth...... At this moment, it has nothing to do with the grievances of the nine major factions, within every indifferent body, there is an unyielding soul that is still being tortured.

They were controlled with their hands and slashed the butcher knife on their relatives with their own hands, and the pain in their hearts was so cruel.

"Fight!"

The dark clouds in the sky were trembling, the ground was dusty, and the gratitude of the Death Elder ignited everyone's fighting spirit to the limit.

Zhao Chu raised the blood dragon halberd, and with a roar, it shattered the sky.

The dark clouds in the sky were swept away, and the earth was full of cracks...... The iron army like a torrent of steel can't wait to rush over.

"We fight too!"

Before, the Eight Great Sect Zhuji Elders were full of shame, watching their disciples all rushing to kill for a slim miracle, how could they be afraid of fighting as an example.

Thundered!

The strong wind in the sky was torn, and the battle in the foundation realm kicked off.

The eight major factions are in charge, and they are not to be outdone.

Even if the odds are slim, we shouldn't give up.

......

"Master, apprentice...... I'm here to help you out!"

The rolling torrent passed by, and Zhao Chu forcibly suppressed the sharp pain in his heart...... A tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

"Senior brother, senior brother...... What are we going to do...... What to do!"

At this time, Huang Lingling had already cried tears and pear blossoms.

From the very beginning, her beautiful eyes were fixed on a puppet elder of the Martial Dragon Sect.

Huang Gong Chuan!

The original president of Xiangfeng Martial Academy, Huang Lingling's third grandfather, and Zhao Chu's mentor.

Back then, at the age of 90, Huang Gongchuan barely broke through to the foundation building, and did not go to the blood refining camp where the Huang family had entered for generations, but went to the Wulong Sect and became an elder.

Zhao Chu slowly closed his eyes.

In his mind, he was circling the scenes of Huang Gongchuan teaching him exercises that day, and his liver and intestines were broken.

"Senior brother, I don't want the third grandfather to die, from childhood to adulthood, only the third grandfather loves me the most, I won't let the third grandfather go!"

Huang Lingling had no master, and threw himself on Zhao Chu's shoulder, tears soaking Zhao Chu's clothes.

The heroines who are vigorous and resolute on this battlefield have never been so flustered.

......

Thundered!

The encirclement and suppression of the Eight Sects has finally begun.

Zhao Chu slashed a Zhuji fierce demon, and the Zhuji of Fengxuanchi freed his hand to suppress the formation, attracting the attack of the Zhuji puppet, and the ordinary disciples had already stepped into the Shura meat grinding field.

There are always several dazzling locations on the battlefield.

The desolate ice and snow that never ends, freeze all things.

Where the stegosaurus ran over in the sky, the corpses of the fierce demons separated.

One blood dragon after another, like a heavenly punishment falling from the sky, the fierce demons fell in pieces.

As the puppet disciples continued to be killed, they came back to their senses for a short time, although it was only a few seconds, but he sincerely thanked the Eight Sects Alliance, and sincerely wished Qinggu to win.

Of course, the disciples of the Eight Sects also suffered heavy casualties.

Every blood is an elegy for unrepentance, the dead die, and the living are angry.

As time passed, the flames of war did not go out, but intensified.

Swish!

Wang Junchen froze a foundation-building puppet, and a disciple stepped forward and directly cut off the head of a foundation-building puppet.

Rouse!

At this moment, the whole army was excited.

One of the Zhuji elders died, and the pressure on the coalition army plummeted, and the offensive became more and more ferocious.

Woohoo!

The good news continues.

On the other side, Liu Yueyue was not to be outdone, and also cut off a foundation-building head.

Fang Sanwan was a little slower, but with the cooperation of Ning Tianjiang, he also cut off a puppet head in one fell swoop.

The three of them, who were the absolute main force on the battlefield, did not dare to rest at all, and continued to besiege and kill the last two foundation-building puppets.

The last two, one with pale hair and an iron fist, pierced a disciple's chest with one punch, and the means were vicious.

The other is a strong man in the late stage of foundation building, every time a shot falls, more than a dozen disciples of the Eight Sects Alliance Army die horizontally, and within a radius of one zhang, it is a forbidden area of death.

All the disciples moved out of the area and waited for Wang Junchen and the others to come on the field.

This is the battlefield of the top Tianjiao.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Wang Junchen led more than a dozen disciples of Qi Refining Nine Folds and slowly walked towards the two of them.

Most of these people are masters on the list of disciples of the Eight Great Sects.

Syllable!

At this moment, Wang Junchen's shoulder gently lowered a palm.

"Third brother!"

Turning his head, Wang Junchen frowned, and there were tears in the corners of Zhao Chu's eyes, which was not normal.

"This old man, I'll help him get rid of it...... He's, my master!"

Nodding, Wang Junchen's palms were covered with ice and snow, and the battlefield with a punch was cleared.

They concentrated on surrounding the puppet in the late stage of foundation building, and Huang Gongchuan left it to Zhao Chu.

Airplanes!

At this moment, within this distance, only Huang Gongchuan and Zhao Chu remained, the master and apprentice.

However, Huang Gongchuan's pupils were indifferent and terrifying, and it was directly a punch!

Bang Bang Bang ~

Smack!~

Bang Bang Bang ~

Syllable!

Vientiane Senluo!

Nine times in a row, Huang Gongchuan had already cultivated to the point of turning strength, and when he used it, it roared like a war dragon, the heavens and the earth trembled, and the ground on this side began to collapse.

"Master, remember? This Vientiane Senluo is the first martial art you taught me. I relied on it and defeated Feng Haoyan, the first place in the Xiangfeng Martial Academy, all the way. Break into the battlefield without regrets all the way, and create a generation of 40,000 demons all the way. ”

"Master, the apprentice did not disgrace you or disappoint you. ”

Call!

Zhao Chu's body moved, and he dodged the punch that was like a bamboo, and the strong wind swept up his robe, tearing the air apart.

Thundered!

Huang Gongchuan turned a deaf ear.

The backhand was another punch, heartless and ruthless, colder than a blood-stained weapon.

"Master, do you know? I have worked hard for so long and so many times, and I want to do my filial piety in front of you and show what I have learned in front of you...... Let you impress me, and let you be proud when you brag to others. ”

"Ruined...... Everything is ruined. ”

"In the battle of the Heavenly List, my appearance has finally recovered, but you never knew that Zhao Chu was back...... Fierce demon, too hateful. ”

Boom Boom!

Punch after punch followed, Zhao Chu closed his eyes, and only relied on the surging spiritual power to dodge the fist wind again and again.

Tears kept dripping from the corners of his eyes.

He has indescribable feelings for this old man, among all Zhao Chu's masters, Huang Gongchuan is the weakest one, even weak and pitiful, but he is the most kind and most like a grandfather.

Always in the meticulous place, silently care about you.

"Master, you've been tortured long enough, apprentice, and this will help you get free. ”

Zhao Chu took a deep breath, and his pupils opened suddenly.

Smack!

Bang Bang Bang!

Bang Bang Bang!

Nine crisp sounds in a row, shaking the valley.

Syllable!

Vientiane Senluo made Zhao Chu's entire body turn into a supreme fist, which seemed to be able to break through the entire heaven and earth.