I really don't know if Wu Zihao would laugh or cry if he heard this battle wind, he was quite handsome, and he was already classified as inaccessible in the eyes of the war wind, and it was estimated that if Wu Zihao heard it, he would definitely vomit three liters of blood.

However, in terms of the situation in the spirit world, it is indeed handsome men and beautiful women, and there are few ugly ones, as if the people in the world are custom-made.

Zhan Feng's order gave Wan Liu a headache, if Shui Yunjun really killed Wu Zihao, this would be a great credit, after all, judging from the means that Wu Zihao is showing so far, it is just the strength of a high-level martial king.

But this battle wind is the commander, and under this order, he can't be left or right, so he can only bow down and retreat, take off and sweep towards another fourth-level warship, and then sit down in the big chair on the ship's floor, pick up the wine prepared by the attendant, and then sigh and say: "Order, let Shui Yunjun attack, kill the man in the opponent's formation, and let him go alone to play the role of a sneak attack!"

This Wanliu is not a fool, since Zhan Feng let Shui Yunjun make a move, then let him go, single-handedly, if he can really kill Wu Zihao, it can be regarded as his ability, otherwise he can only blame himself for his short life.

Shui Yunjun, who had been waiting on the third-level warship on the side for a long time, got the order, and he also raised his eyebrows, and killed the enemy general in front of the battle, this is a great achievement, his position as the general of the patrol battalion has not yet been secured, if he can kill the enemy general, there is no problem at all, the reason why his position is unstable is precisely because of the lack of combat merits, so he is dissatisfied with the iron beast.

"It seems that when my opportunity comes, as long as I kill the enemy general, the position of this general will be indisputable, even if he is a protective iron beast, there is nothing to say!"

Shui Yunjun sensed this opportunity, which made him completely sit on the opportunity to inspect the camp general, and stared at Wu Zihao, who had countless corpses piled up around him, and blood flowed like a river, so brave, he was also the first warrior in the Wu Guo Army.

"Take the Garuda handarmour!"

The attendant quickly took out a pair of blood-red fists from the stone box on the side, and the red mangs escaping from them were a piece of blood, as if blood was flowing in the hand armor, and the most striking thing about this hand armor fist gauntlet was a curved spike extending from the heavy body, like the tail of a scorpion.

Shui Yunjun put his armor on his thick palm, and a bloodthirsty and violent aura emanated from his body, and before the attendant could speak, he had already rushed out of the warship and landed on the riverbank.

"Little cubs of the kingdom of God, you have been banned from even begging for survival, let me feel the joy of breaking your necks again!"

High-level Martial King, the existence of melee ability above the high-level demon lord, if measured by fighting alone, this Shui Yunjun alone is enough to kill several high-level demon masters, even if Mi Lu is at his peak, he may not be his opponent.

A layer of hazy blood and qi enveloped Shui Yunjun's body, looking from a high place, like a red ribbon, quickly moving towards the center of the battle array, these martial arts sergeants who had already fallen in morale were also mentally shocked, and burst out with an earth-shattering roar, and a master on his side finally dispatched.

Wu Zihao, who killed the red-eyed man, looked up a little stiffly, and Shui Yunjun had already shot like a sharp sword hundreds of meters away, and something that seemed to be there was nothing on him, which was the lock on the breath.

"Finally, there is something to see, but at this level, it should be the level of the Martial King, and it is vulnerable, but killing it in front of these 100,000 people can strengthen my momentum, and then attack and cover it with all my might, there should be no problem in this battle!"

Wu Zihao was silently calculating in his heart, but he had already judged the death of Shui Yunjun, at this moment he looked back at the entire battle circle, the blood flowed into a river was no longer enough to describe, and there were less than four hundred people left on his side, and there were people falling every moment, including people from the martial arts country and people from the spirit world.

"The enemy will come out and be killed, this patrol battalion is going to be Shui Yunjun!"

Before the person arrived, the fierce aura had already come overwhelmingly, as if it was attracted by the breath, and the blood and qi in the battlefield continued to converge towards Shui Yunjun, and half of the sky was covered by the blood and qi, and the evil qi that shook people's hearts almost made people's hearts collapse.

Roar!

The spirit of the Wu Guo sergeant was shocked, and a heaven-shattering roar erupted, and even those sergeants who had lost much fighting spirit also had excitement in their eyes, which was the advantage brought by a commander in the battle array.

"The Ninth Hall Lord, Wu, today slash and kill the patrol camp Shui Yunjun in front of the formation!"

Wu Zihao was not timid at all, and his calm voice did not seem to be disturbed by this battlefield at all, as if he had been waiting for the other party to attack here for a long time.

Di Sefa and the others who were two miles away were also a little short of breath, if Wu Zihao was defeated, this battle would be completely defeated, and they would die without a place to be buried.

Eyes gathered here were not only the demon lords, but also the 100,000 warriors who were watching the battle on the warship.

"Don't be ashamed, I'll let you taste the pain of death, little one, blood python, swallowing the sky!"

Shui Yunjun made a preemptive move, flying into the air, countless blood qi had already gathered around him, with a punch blasted, the blood and water on the ground were immediately pulled, condensed and fused into a red-blooded python dozens of zhang long, the huge mouth opened, and the incomparably thick bloody qi filled the heavens and the earth.

The shock brought by the blood-colored giant python in the sky shocked the remaining middle and high-level demon kings, if this giant python devoured it, not only Wu Zihao, but also them, this giant python fused the battle intent of Shui Yunjun, with the strength of their divine soul, it was not enough to resist, this kind of coercion was very uncomfortable.

Don't dodge, don't hide!

Wu Zihao's body stood firmly on this otherworldly land, the blood under his feet had already reached his ankles, and in an instant, a puff of flames burned, like a spark falling into the sea of oil, burning in an instant.

Ten meters, 100 meters!

The blazing sea of fire continued to shrink, and everywhere it passed, there was no grass growing in it, and the stench of the evaporation of the blood of those corpses pierced everyone's noses, which was disgusting and uncomfortable.

It's so hot!

This fire was no longer the red flame of the day, but a deep purple, everything within a hundred meters had been reduced to ashes and dissipated, even the soldiers of the Martial States a hundred meters away suffered extremely severe burns, and almost even the blood was evaporated.

The purple flames covered the body, and in less than a breath, the blood mist python dozens of feet long had already tore it off, engulfing Wu Zihao's entire mouth.

Bang!

In the terrifying gaze of everyone, the blood python burst open, and the blood sprayed out was even more engulfed by the flames, turning into a rain of fire in the sky, covering thousands of kilometers, so that those warrior soldiers who were far away immediately fell into the sea of fire, and it burned violently on the armor, as if it was going to burn all the objects in heaven and earth.

Yes!

Countless wails, the warrior soldiers rolling on the ground screamed in pain, and some of the people who dodged hurriedly came to the rescue of their companions, but under the armor that had been burned through, the flesh and blood were already blurred.

The flames are falling!

Bombarded with two fists, two fire dragons wrapped in hot Lang pierced the sky, and blasted towards Shui Yunjun a hundred meters away.

Such a powerful blow suddenly made Shui Yunjun's heart tremble, and the feeling of powerlessness that the breath was firmly locked and difficult to get rid of made him understand that this move could not be avoided, if he couldn't resist it forcibly, his life might really be buried here.

And at this moment, it was not only Shui Yunjun who was shaken, but even those people from the Martial Kingdom who were thousands of kilometers away also had an inexplicable feeling of heart palpitations, and even the Heavenly Tower Cloud Palace, which was an intermediate Martial Emperor, also had an extremely bad feeling.

It's a pity that even if these martial arts masters want to rescue, it's already too late, and the far water can't save the near fire.

Blood python, Nine Dragons Talisman!

Shui Yunjun is a high-level martial king after all, at this time of life and death, he still has the idea of fleeing under pressure, and responds to Wu Zihao's counterattack with the strongest means, even if the blood in his body seems to evaporate and burst out of his body, he still endures it tenaciously.

It's a pity, the sea of blood on the ground has almost dissipated, and under the steaming of the flames, the ground has dried up and cracked, but this Shui Yunjun can't borrow a trace of strength, and the nine-headed blood dragon that emerged from his body can't even reach the power of the previous blood python, and the blood on his hand armor has also dimmed a little.

In the roar, the nine-headed blood dragon wrapped around Shui Yunjun, forming a protective circle with a range of 100 meters, even if it did not have the power of the previous blood python, it was still quite amazing, even a high-level demon lord would not dare to invade the range of 100 meters.

The ensuing explosion can only be described as earth-shattering, the nine-headed blood dragon pounced on the fire dragon in a crazy roar, the two powerful forces twisted together, the blood rain fell, the flames filled the sky, and the stone thorns within a kilometer were directly razed to the ground under the sweep of the qi, and countless casualties were killed.

Wu Zihao exhaled a deep breath in his chest and abdomen, and under the canopy of blood rain and flames, he slowly stepped forward, Shui Yunjun in the ruins had been hit hard, and his weak breath seemed to be extinguished at any time.

The spear was in his hand, and his head was cut open in Shui Yunjun's unwilling eyes, as if the blood in his body had been squeezed dry, and there was no trace of blood flowing out, only a thick layer of dark red at the fracture.

"Kill the patrol battalion general Shui Yunjun, the head is here!"

The thunderous roar resounded throughout the battlefield, and everyone on the battlefield stopped killing in their hands, looking at the head that was raised high in amazement, the unwillingness and humiliation on their faces were so clear.

Whew!

The number of people in the spirit realm who curled up in a circle was less than three hundred, and many of these three hundred people were severely injured, and it was common to have severed limbs and arms, but it was these remaining three hundred people who could withstand the nearly 4,000 sergeants of the vanguard of the Martial Kingdom.

Although death is still glorious, this is the arrogant demon king, this is the demon king who spares his life for the sake of glory and his own honor, this earth-shattering roar is from their hearts, at this moment, Wu Zihao's posture is eternally imprinted into the depths of their hearts.

Disefa on the city wall finally showed a wry smile, and then suddenly waved his hand, and the three thousand elites who had long been ready to attack suddenly rushed into the battlefield like a flood of beasts, and the excited blade wantonly cut the head of the warrior sergeant, at this moment, the battlefield belonged to them.

Defeated, the remaining thousands of soldiers of Wuguo did not get the order to retreat, they did not dare to retreat, even if their morale had been completely lost, they could only desperately wave their weapons and make a blank resistance, even if it was in vain.