In the battlefield, Lin Huang also looked at the fierce creatures coming from far and near, and his brows furrowed slightly......

That's not the Evil King.

The evil king, whom even Yan Zangfeng found difficult to defeat, was at least ten times more powerful than the murderous thing in front of him.

In the void, Yan Zangfeng and Xuanyuan also looked up, and then the killing intent in their eyes was great, and the two dragon-like breaths penetrated the sky, blocking the way of the murderous creatures.

"The Shadow King?!"

Xuanyuan raised his head and looked at the murderous thing in front of him, calm and calm.

"Is that all you can see? Xuanyuan raised troops, you disappointed this king too much!"

The huge murderous creature raised a pair of blood-colored eyes, and its voice resounded hoarsely over the battlefield, not very harsh, but so cold that it made the hearts of all the warriors tremble.

Xuanyuan raised his sleeves slightly, and laughed lightly, "Legend has it that when the night watchman Yang Xuangan fought against the evil king, he didn't let one of the evil kings rush out of the Yin Yang Valley!"

"But that evil king clone also stepped on shit, I never thought that Yang Tianque, the son of Yang Xuangan, was also a generation of martial kings, and was killed by the latter into five crows!"

"One of them, was vigorously rescued by Orion Qiu, and later became a generation of demons, and was killed by my Changge ancestor!"

"The other two, after more than two hundred years, recovered their vitality and took over the Blood Spirit Hall left by Qiu Dali, and became the Yin and Yang King of Yin and Yang, but as a result, the Yang King was killed by Ben Hou, and only the Yin King was left!"

In the void, Xuanyuan Tibing's expression was calm, and every time he said a word, the face of the murderous creature was a little gloomy, staring at Xuanyuan Tibing revealing a bitter cold color.

"And the last two have stayed here, one is slightly stronger, the crow that has just attacked the wild goose, and the other is the crow that attacked the forest wilderness!"

Finally, Xuanyuan raised his sleeves and asked:

"Am I wrong?"

The huge murderous creature was silent for a while, and then let out a neighing laugh, "Since you know the origin of this king, you dare to be so presumptuous?"

Xuanyuan Tibing smiled slightly, with a look of sarcasm on his face, "It's just a crippled evil king clone, if you can really stand and walk, you won't be a beast?"

"Just you?"

The murderous creature smiled, and the blood-colored crow behind him flapped its wings into the air, forming a large net, staring at the ordinary and extraordinary middle-aged man in front of him.

The huge beast was even more curled up, making a charge of strength, and was ready to kill Xuanyuan at any time.

"It's up to me!"

Xuanyuan Tibing smiled slightly, and turned around and forgot to look at the wild goose.

Yan Zangfeng nodded slightly, and withdrew from the battlefield with one kick, leaving the entire vast void to Xuanyuan and the huge beast.

On the battlefield, the storm is raging.

Tens of thousands of warriors stared ahead, watching Xuanyuan raise troops and confront the murderous object, and their hearts were in their throats.

It's not just because it's an evil king clone, with the realm of a martial king, and it's invincible in the world.

What's more, because it was Xuanyuan who blocked the way of the evil king's clone.

The Eastern Spirit Army God.

Human Myths......

Or as soon as he enters the martial arts, he is invincible.

In the Eastern Spirit Realm, no matter how deified Xuanyuan raised troops in the world, there are only a few people who have really seen Xuanyuan raise troops.

And those who know the real combat power of Xuanyuan's troops are even rarer.

Today......

The myth that lives in the hearts of all the martial artists in the Eastern Spirit Realm is finally about to be struck.

It's a real shot.

On the bloody battlefield, Lin Huang's expression was calm, but his eyes fell on Xuanyuan Tibing, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart. Last time, Xuanyuan raised troops to attack once in the land of the dragon, but he didn't see it, and he always regretted it. I don't know how today's Xuanyuan soldiers compare to the beginning?

How about the legend?

Between heaven and earth, Xuanyuan raised his troops and suddenly moved his steps, walking leisurely, revealing a trace of chic in the majestic shore, and between the big sleeves, he instantly defeated the hundred miles of flowing clouds.

A breath of suppression for hundreds of miles suddenly permeated from Xuanyuan's body.

In the center of the battlefield, all the warriors' faces flushed, and they only felt that the pressure around them had doubled, as if there was a backdrop of the sea and the mountains were overwhelming.

Together with the evil king's clone, they all let out an angry roar, their expressions became extremely fierce, and they rushed towards Xuanyuan to raise troops with a bang.

Looking at the clone of the evil king who was like a mountain killing, Xuanyuan raised his hands behind his back, looking up to the sky and laughing:

"I Zeng Tianyuan killed Wuhou, and as soon as I entered Wuhou, I was invincible!"

"I once killed the Martial King by the Marquis of Wu, and I am invincible once I enter the Martial King!"

Up and down the sky, there was the sound of Xuanyuan raising soldiers. And the tens of thousands of warriors on the battlefield widened their eyes in the laughter.

A few breaths before and after.

The vitality of heaven and earth poured into Xuanyuan Tibing's body.

The middle-aged man who walked in the void with his hands behind his back was one step at a time.

Nine steps later, the middle-aged man came to the peak realm of the Martial King, looking at the clone of the evil king who rushed across but was trampled on by himself, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "No matter the gods, Buddhas and demons, but in the realm of the Martial King, I am invincible!"

"You can actually cultivate to the peak of the Martial King in the Eastern Spirit Realm?!"

At this moment, the fierce evil king's clone had already knelt on the ground, and there seemed to be a terrifying mountain on his body, crushing him to death.

That big mountain, invisible and intangible, but the invincible will of Xuanyuan to raise troops.

"Everyone in the world says that there is a suppression of the Heavenly Dao in the Eastern Spirit Realm, and it is impossible for a martial artist to break through the heavenly moat here and become a generation of martial emperors, but he didn't meet my Xuanyuan soldiers. I want to become a Martial Emperor, and the Heavenly Dao can't hold it down!"

Xuanyuan Tibing smiled, and when he spoke, the evil king clone under his feet screamed, and his whole body crackled, and he was completely crushed by Xuanyuan Tibing.

The huge body was prostrate on the ground, but the evil king clone was laughing, and a vicious voice spread throughout the void, "That being the case, why don't you dare to break through to the realm of the Martial Emperor?"

"Because, you don't need to be a martial emperor to kill you!"

Xuanyuan Tibing smiled slightly, and then his footsteps fell sharply. I only heard a click, and the huge murderous thing under my feet completely crawled. Like a puddle of mud, I can no longer speak.

This scene made tens of thousands of warriors on the battlefield stunned.

It's a myth in the world, it's much more terrifying than you imagined.

Since the Eastern Spirit Realm has been in the realm for thousands of years, when he has stepped into the realm of Wuhou, he can be called a strong man in the world.

And those who can step into the realm of the Martial King are even rarer, and the total number of zeros and zeros can be counted clearly with both hands and feet......

But like Xuanyuan raising troops, there is no one who has broken through the Nine Heavens in a row and reached the peak of the Martial King.

This invincible man, who was created as a martial artist, has finally reached a point that no one dares to imagine after being silent for more than ten years......

Stepping into the void is stepping on the evil king's clone.

I don't know what about the latter's real combat power?

Thinking of this, tens of thousands of warriors suddenly doubled their confidence, looking at the middle-aged man with a sassy green silk and a majestic figure in the void, and only felt that the evil king who made people talk about it was nothing more than that.

Perhaps as soon as Xuanyuan raised his troops, he would be able to wipe them out.

Below the battlefield, Lin Huang looked at the muddy evil king clone, and his tense heartstrings were also loosened. looked up at Xuanyuan Tibing, but sighed......

If Xuanyuan hadn't been tied up by the Eastern Spirit Realm, now he would not be at the peak of the Martial King, but I am afraid that the name of the latter would be left on the legendary martial arts legend list.

On the blood-soaked battlefield, the crowd was excited and full of confidence. Xuanyuan in the void did not have the slightest happiness, but was extremely heavy.

The latter's vast eyes moved slightly, and he looked at a place in the battlefield.

Where......

There is a gap, ten miles longitudinal and longitudinal.

The previous Soaring Blood Pillar appeared from the gap, and thousands of blood crows naturally flew out of the gap.

Today, a million blood ravens are gone, but the gap remains.

From a distance, the gap looks like a sinkhole.

Xuanyuan raised the soldiers and looked at it, but felt that the gap was the Yama Underworld, and for thousands of years, I don't know how many corpses of Eastern Spirit warriors have been buried.

In the void, Xuanyuan raised his head slightly, the palm in his sleeve robe crushed, and muttered in a voice that he could only hear:

"Yinyang Valley...... See you again!"

(End of chapter)