On the battlefield, the blood-stained Xuanyuan banner seemed to be filled with supreme intimidating power. From the moment it plunged into the blood-soaked battlefield, the battle had come to a standstill.

The Blood Spirit Marquis raised his head, only to see the mighty wind in the void and the flowing clouds swaying.

A majestic figure broke through the sky, standing above the void, looking at the mountains and rivers.

It was a vast middle-aged man.

He was dressed in green clothes, and his body was stained with the blood of his enemies, and his face was pale. However, under the pale face like a blade, it is full of invincible domineering.

The eyebrows are like mountains and mountains, and the eyes are like endless abysses.

The moment the middle-aged man paused, the battlefield was shocked. That majestic figure, just like the strong man in the painting I have ever seen, has a solemn posture.

Raise millions of troops to destroy Dongxuan, and as soon as you enter Wuhou, you will be invincible.

Generalissimo of the Northern Yan Dynasty.

The top of the list of Dongling famous generals.

Wuhou ranked first.

The leader of the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Four-Character Battalion, the lord of Xuanyuan Mansion.

The myth of the world - Xuanyuan raises the army!

In the sky, Xuanyuan raised his troops and stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the battlefield, dripping blood in green clothes, obviously experiencing a tragic battle, and then came from afar into the void.

Looking at the blood-stained earth, the bloody iron horseman, the seriously injured Zhao Huangtu, Shen Qingshan and Lu Han, and the blood-colored figure on Jun Chengcheng's back, Xuanyuan raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and waved the battle flag between his hands, across the sky, and the sound was like thunder:

"Who dares to fight my Xuanyuan Mansion!"

On the battlefield, thousands of warriors looked up and feared.

The fierce slave frowned and stared at Xuanyuan Tibing, his eyes boiling with murderous intent.

Blood God Hou's face changed, staring at Xuanyuan Tibing, his face showed an incredible expression, "You actually escaped from the hands of the Yin and Yang Two Demon Masters, you are worthy of Xuanyuan Tibing!"

Xuanyuan raised his head and turned his head, his expression unchanged, "The Yang Demon King is dead, and the Yin Demon has fled!"

"You ......"

The three marquis of the Blood Spirit Hall changed color, originally thinking that it was a miracle that Xuanyuan raised troops to escape from the hands of the two kings. But he didn't expect that the latter was actually the king of the yang slash alive and came victorious.

Thinking of this, the Blood God Hou's eyes flickered, and he had already retreated.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Tibing's eyes fell on the Blood God Hou, looking at the dragon vein in the latter's hand, his voice was as calm as the sea: "Leave the dragon vein, give you a death!"

Blood God Hou's face changed drastically, and his eyes glanced at Xuanyuan Tibing, and fell on the fierce slave......

"Here you go!"

The Blood God Marquis sneered and threw the dragon vein to Xuanyuan Tibing.

The fierce slaves on the battlefield suddenly roared angrily and went towards the soldiers.

Xuanyuan took the dragon vein with one hand, and his face was squinting, "Sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight?"

After that, Xuanyuan raised his troops like lightning, and trampled towards the three marquis of the Blood Spirit Palace, and a vast breath like the sea swept the heavens and the earth.

"Withdraw!"

The Blood God Marquis immediately made a decision and rushed towards the outside of the battlefield.

Bang!

Among the three marquis, before the Blood Spirit Marquis turned into a ball of blood, he was trampled on by Xuanyuan and crushed his head, and the whole person turned into countless powder, completely dying in the void.

The faces of the Blood God Marquis and the Blood Yin Marquis changed greatly, but they didn't expect Xuanyuan to be so strong.

One move to kill the blood spirit marquis.

"Blood Escape Technique!"

The remnants of the Blood Spirit Hall roared, and the qi and blood around them began to burn rapidly, vowing to break through the air. At the same time, the Wuhou who was controlled by the two of them all moved towards Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan's face did not change color, and only when the battle flag in his hand was taken off his hand, he swept off the heads of ten martial marquis.

"Die!"

With a grip of Xuanyuan's five fingers, he imprisoned the two marquis of the Blood Spirit Hall and pulled them in front of him.

Rumble!

At this moment, a fierce punch appeared in the void, slashing towards Xuanyuan. With a loud bang, Xuanyuan directly smashed the soldiers upside down and flew out, vomiting blood in his mouth.

King Wu punched, terrifying.

On the battlefield, Xuanyuan raised his troops and was trapped, and the two marquis of the Blood Spirit Hall suddenly escaped in blood and fled from the battlefield.

Xuanyuan looked at the two people who left, his eyebrows condensed slightly, and the battle flag in his hand swept away, cutting off all the heads of the hundreds of black robes in the Blood Spirit Palace.

"People outside the territory, how dare you be presumptuous in my Eastern Spirit Realm!"

Xuanyuan raised the soldiers with the battle flag in his hand and looked at the fierce slave.

"Return the dragon vein of the king, spare you from death!"

The fierce slave roared, and the killing intent in his eyes was endless. Even though the person in front of him is powerful, he is not as weird as the Blood Spirit Marquis, and killing him is like slaughtering a dog effortlessly.

"The things of the Eastern Spirit, and allow others to covet them. If you dare to disturb my Eastern Spirit, I will teach you to return to the Yellow Spring today and bury your bones here!"

Xuanyuan raised the soldiers' expressions calmly, and a battle flag was torn in the wind, revealing the constant killing intent of the river.

In the blink of an eye, the war resumed.

This battle attracted the attention of thousands of people, and their hearts were stirred.

Above the sky, Xuanyuan raised troops in front of the figure of the fierce slave as high as ten zhang, like an ant. However, at this time, he was like an overlord entering the world, and he slashed ten directions with a blood-stained battle flag.

Bang.

Rumble......

The figures between heaven and earth are overturned, like a dragon Kunpeng scurrying, the remnants of the Dao are like thunder and lightning covering the sky, the battle flag is waving like a dragon, fighting up and down the sky, and the fierce slave's fists are like Yue, splitting the sky and the earth.

In just an instant, the mountain was shattered by the fist of the fierce slave.

The river was cut off by a shot from Xuanyuan's troops.

Hundred miles of ancient wood turned into powder.

Mountains and rivers and the earth crumbled into an abyss.

The two invincible figures turned the world upside down from above the sky, crushing the clouds for hundreds of miles, and the blood of the fierce slave spilled on the earth, letting out an angry roar.

Xuanyuan Tibing's green clothes were broken, and his face was pale.

Under the scorching sun, the fierce slave's face showed a hideous color, and the whole person was covered with pitch-black rocks, like a great wall of steel poured with molten iron, indestructible, and invincible.

Xuanyuan raised his troops in the air and stood with his guns in his hands, the battle flag in his hand became more and more poignantly torn, and the word Xuanyuan shone brightly.

"There is hatred in the world!"

Xuanyuan raised his thin lips and spat lightly, and the whole world was suddenly filled with a piercing sad aura. I saw that above the sky, Xuanyuan raised soldiers' black hair and danced wildly, revealing the sadness of the overlord's blood, and a silent killing intent suddenly rose.

In the battlefield, Lu Han was seriously injured and raised his head, looking at the middle-aged man in the void, feeling the sad breath in the void, and his expression was stunned for a while......

"Kill!"

Above the sky, a roar sounded at the same time, and the two figures suddenly fought towards each other......

The fierce slave is invincible in the flesh, like a steel wall that crushes ten directions.

Xuanyuan raised troops with blood-stained battle flags in their hands, and swept through the mountains and rivers.

Rumble!

An earth-shattering bang suddenly exploded from the void, like thunder for hundreds of miles.

Thousands of warriors looked horrified, and everywhere they looked, they saw Mars sweeping like a sea, and an invincible and sharp battle flag pierced the invincible body of the fierce slave.

On the battle flag, the word Xuanyuan is stained with blood!

Looking at the scene in the sky, countless warriors were shocked, "Xuanyuan raised troops, and indeed has the power of a martial king!"

"Ah......h

A shot pierced the chest, causing the fierce slave to roar in anger, and the three-foot-long black hair flew and filled with endless wildness. Just between the waves of his hand, the four voids were filled with extremely terrifying ferocious power.

"Savage!"

The fierce slave roared angrily, and a huge violent bear martial spirit suddenly appeared behind him, beating his chest and feet, and it shook hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers.

Above the void, hundreds of other violent bears appeared one by one, letting out a roar that shook the mountains and rivers, forming a terrifying prison cage that trapped and killed Xuanyuan's troops.

The power of the martial soul, plus the barbarian world. At this moment, the fierce slave, like the invincible existence of heaven and earth, can break the sky and overturn the rivers with one finger and palm.

In the middle of the barbarian road, Xuanyuan Tibing's face was slightly condensed, and he only felt that several mountains were pressing on his shoulders, and it was difficult to move an inch.

On the battlefield, Zhao Huangtu's face froze, and he immediately froze:

"Dixuan Double-Character Battalion, Stand Gun and Borrow Soul!"

Hundreds of iron horsemen suddenly responded to the long voice, and set up a formation on the battlefield, their guns roaring, and their breath condensed like a sea.

In the middle of the barbarian road in the sky, Xuanyuan raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and then held the battle flag to meet the enemy, his thin lips spit lightly, and his voice was like a sonorous thunder, with the potential to swallow mountains and rivers:

"In the name of my Xuanyuan, raise troops to kill the enemy!"

(End of chapter)