Qingtian Martial Mansion.

Under the vast ancient firmament, the war is in full swing, and I don't know how long it has lasted.

The Qingtian Martial Mansion region, which stretched for thousands of miles, had been completely shattered. Countless mountains collapsed and turned into powder. Countless rivers broke and rushed across the earth with blood.

The Great War to the present.

Countless former disciples of the Qingtian Martial Mansion have returned, throwing themselves into this terrifying Shura battlefield with their flesh and blood.

Under the banner of the Ming characters, countless pitch-black iron horsemen, the iron armor around them was shattered, and the spears in their hands were broken. Their heads were scattered, and their bodies were covered with countless wounds, and blood was pouring profusely.

Yet, they are roaring, roaring, and fighting!

Even if you fight to scatter, you have to completely kill those Xuantian Divine Clan's Silver Feather Army.

The disciples of the Qingtian Martial Mansion have already killed more than half of them in battle.

Their faces were bloody, their eyes were fierce, and they were a little dazed. Flowers who have lived in greenhouses since childhood, even though they have a chivalrous dream in their hearts. But where did such a tragic battle be?

Where have I seen such a terrible Shura battlefield?

On this vast void battlefield, people are like animals, either biting others or being killed by others. Blood is flying, and there are countless broken limbs!

Pei Xiufu was covered in blood, and he had already begun to run out of oil.

However, he is still fighting, as if he is holding a breath in his heart, as long as that breath does not dissipate, he is willing to turn into a bloodthirsty demon and kill all directions.

Emperor Lu Donghuang has been knocked out of the void seventeen times.

And each time, he rushed into the sky like a bloody goshawk.

The battle continues.

Blood rained down and hung in the void.

On the side of the Protoss and the Xingtian Temple, there was actually a steady stream of warriors rushing to help. Gradually, they had formed a joint encirclement of the Ming Sect army and the disciples of the Qingtian Martial Mansion.

They stand tall and merciless, looking indifferently at the enemy who is like a trapped beast, like a pig, a dog, a cow and a sheep, without the slightest mercy, only endless cruelty.

Gradually, the Mingjiao army and the Qingtian Martial Mansion have already shown a trend of decline.

Even if it's a trapped beast......

But it is also difficult to resist the siege and slaughter of dozens of times the army.

The army is at its wit's end.

Hero's End.

......

Outside the territory of the Qingtian Martial Mansion, the adjacent Hundred Battles City was also terribly affected by this bloody battle. Succession of houses collapsed, and countless people died.

And in the city of a hundred battles, there is an inconspicuous alley.

There is also a nondescript building.

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes!

- Chunfeng Building.

In the building, Li Jiang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, kept watch over the stove of warm wine at night, held the wine glass in his hand, slurped the wine stains twice, and then sighed, "Although you are a long-famous senior, we are not friends! It should already be very good to entertain you with this wine."

"Ignorance!"

A mockery sounded across from Li Jiangye, and there was a person in front of him. Also in a wheelchair, his leg seems to be crippled.

The two of them sit together, and they really complement each other so much.

The man was dressed in a gray tiger stripe robe mixed with snow, and he didn't drink, but sat quietly at the wine table, slowly stroking the milk tiger in his arms.

In a short time, the man picked up his glass and fed the wine to the tiger.

"It's a bit of a waste, even though this guy has a good background, but I made this wine myself. Even if Lin Changtian comes, he can only drink like this!"

Li Jiangye said regretfully.

The man laughed coldly, didn't pay attention to Li Jiangye, just said calmly: "I paid for it!"

Li Jiangye shook his head silently, did not take the man's words, but knocked on the table and looked at the world outside the window, "Don't you really go out! Although the black cavalry under the banner of clear characters is not the descendant of your direct command back then, it is also a robe in the army!"

"Xue Tianjun, the leader of the White Tiger Sect of the dignified Zuojia Ming Sect, is just watching from the sidelines like this, hiding in my Spring Breeze Building?"

Being so squeezed by Li Jiangye, Xue Tianjun's face did not change in the slightest, but after rubbing the drunken milk tiger, he said lightly: "That black cavalry army has another name......

“...... Called to the death camp!"

Well?

Li Jiangye snorted and looked at Xue Tianjun with some confusion, "No general will let his army die in vain." Even in order to show the spirit of the Zuojia Ming Sect, is it necessary to use the blood of thousands of people?"

Xue Tianjun was silent.

"You don't understand!"

After a long time, Xue Tianjun replied.

"I'm afraid you don't understand why you are doing this!"

Now, it was Li Jiang's turn to look down on Xue Tianjun at night.

"Ignorant juniors ......"

Xue Tianjun opened his mouth very stiffly, and suddenly coughed twice, "This emperor doesn't understand why this is the case, but this emperor knows...... Li Baiyi set today's situation hundreds of years ago!"

Li Jiangye frowned slightly, then shook his head with a smile, not caring much about this. Although he had some connections with the Qingtian Martial Mansion, he knew that he was running out of time to make a move now.

Even if Lin Changtian comes back one day, knowing that he will not be saved when he sees death, he will have all the resentment towards him.

But the number of his shots will be left to Lin Huang and Li Chunfeng after all.

Moreover, with this Xue Tianjun here, it will not be his turn to make a move.

After chatting so far, since there is no result, Li Jiangye can only shake his head helplessly......

And Xue Tianjun held the milk tiger in his arms, but he never looked out the window. It seems that outside the Hundred Battles City, the desperate Mingjiao army in the sky has nothing to do with him.

He came to the Hundred Battles City, just because in the Battle of the Great Ruins, Qin Changsheng said a word to him-

- When you have time in the future, you can take a closer look at my little junior brother!

So, Xue Tianjun came.

It's just that Lin Huang has already left the Qingtian Martial Mansion, but Xue Tianjun found an arrogant dragon in the Hundred Battles City that should have soared above the Nine Heavens.

However, this proud dragon is ruined, and it is as lame as himself.

Xue Tianjun kneaded the milk tiger in his arms, even though he didn't look out the window. But how did the bits and pieces of the world war outside escape his induction.

Although I don't do it, I have a lot of resentment and emotion in my heart!

Xue Tianjun, the master of slaughter who terrified the world back then, was dressed in a white tiger life, holding Meng Zhang's divine sword, and everywhere he went, there was no grass, and countless holy emperors fell.

So far, this is the end. Even if you want to make a move, you have to look ahead and consider the overall situation in Li Baiyi's mouth.

Scold......

Xue Tianjun fed half of the wine to the milk tiger, and the other half tilted his head and poured it into his throat.

......

The dark night, thick as ink, like seawater, tightly wrapped around the forest barrenness.

Make it hard for him to breathe.

At this moment, Lin Huang doesn't know if he still has any consciousness.

He couldn't sense if he was still alive.

He just lay quietly in the endless abyss.

Along the way, he didn't know what a tragic battle he encountered, what a terrifying demon he encountered.

Enter the Piaoxue Palace, kill Han Qingtian, fight the Blood Spirit Palace, kill Liu Cangsheng, and kill Beilin Weiyang......

As a result, he was stabbed twice by Li Chunfeng and sprinkled with a handful of poison.

How many times in the gutter has it been smooth, but it has been planted in the hands of a little rabbit cub.

Lying on the abyssal earth, Lin Huang seemed to be in a trance, but the face he was lying on the ground was full of twists and hideousness.

And—

- Heartless!

I don't know how long it took.

When the anger, resentment, ferocity, and hideousness on Lin Huang's face accumulated to a critical point, the originally tattered and weak body actually stood up directly.

Coldly and ruthlessly stood up.

Lin Huang stood in the pitch-black abyss, holding a slashing decision, his expression was distorted and sluggish, his body was stiff and murderous, and the whole person was like a ruthless Shura!

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