Qingtian Martial Mansion!

When the dark army under the blood banner rushed into the battlefield, the entire battlefield was in violent turmoil.

The Silver Feather Army of the Eastern Heavenly God Sect behind the clouds could no longer sit on Mount Tai. They erected silver shields, forming an impregnable line of defense.

The silver shield wall reflected Cui Can's white light in the sunlight, instantly covering the entire void.

It didn't take long for a pitch-black spear to kill, like a world-shaking dragon, and slammed into the silver armor.

Bang.

The silver shield shattered, and the spear went forward, killing the general in the rear.

Then, a black shadow suddenly appeared, grabbed the tail of the spear, and took the lead in sweeping into the army of the Protoss.

Behind him, there were dozens of vanguard elite black-armored soldiers, who directly tore a crack in the wall of the silver shield, like sharp knives, heading towards the heart of the enemy.

After that, thousands of troops rushed to kill.

Between heaven and earth, an army of both sides with the lowest realm of the martial king fought and fought. Shattered thousands of miles of wind and clouds, and made the void turbulent.

Countless soldiers were thumped down from the sky, smashing out one deep pit after another within the thousands of miles of the Qingtian Martial Mansion.

Weeping blood in the sky.

The battle flag fluttered.

Countless spears are vertical and horizontal, and the mystical law is monstrous. There are also countless flesh explosions, stumps and broken bodies falling one after another, and countless shouts of killing rushing through the sky!

The people of the Qingtian Martial Mansion plus the Mingjiao army, but there were more than a few thousand people, but they fought to the death with the tens of thousands of troops of the Protoss Temple with a fierce attitude.

There is Pei Xiufu's white hair and blood.

Lu Donghuang had countless wounds all over his body, but he roared like a vicious tiger.

Jun Mo laughed at the spear and fought in all directions.

There were also dozens of young people that Lin Huang met on the second layer of the Aura Cliff, swearing to fight to the death and laughing generously.

Even though they were being eaten away little by little, they still did not retreat half a step. The generosity and domineering in the blood seem to tell the world......

Zokyaminism!

Rather die than submit!

At this time, the army of the Protoss also showed ruthlessness, in the face of the countless charges of the Mingjiao army, they seemed to have no emotion, orderly defense, counterattack, even if it was at the cost of a few deaths to kill an enemy, they did not hesitate.

The Great War was fierce.

Unpredictable!

At this moment, in the distance of the void, there was a powerful aura, like a long rainbow piercing the clouds and breaking the moon. I saw that the man was dressed in red, holding a spear, and laughed generously:

"The eighteenth generation of Inner Court disciples of the Qingtian Martial Mansion should be invited by the sky to fight!

After the words fell, Ying Cangtian stepped into the battlefield and killed the temple army.

"Disciple of the twenty-first outer courtyard of the Qingtian Martial Mansion, Lu Xiaochen please fight!

In the sky, another voice sounded.

"The twenty-third generation disciple Song Chengfeng participated in the war, and those who offended my Qingtian Martial Mansion will be killed!"

"Seventeenth generation disciple Xu Henian participated in the war, kill!"

In the void, there are old men, wearing armor and holding guns.

"Yang Yingfeng, a disciple of the nineteenth generation of rebels, participated in the war, and he is willing to atone for his sins with death!"

"Twenty-second generation disciple Ling Shuangce please fight!"

......

In just half a day, there are constantly warriors coming with a mighty long wind, and their realms range from martial kings to martial saints.

Their ages range from middle-aged to several hundred years old.

They are not particularly powerful.

There are hundreds, if not thousands, and more and more!

They may have come to repay the favor.

Maybe it's to make up for the regret in my heart.

Maybe it's for the glory of the Qingtian Martial Mansion.

And since they are here, they are not afraid of the Heavenly Punishment Temple, nor are they afraid of the Protoss, and they are not afraid of death!

The survival of the Qingtian Martial Mansion is here!

......

In the bronze giant mountain of the ancient battlefield, more than half a day has passed.

The surrounding mountains, rocks, flowers and plants turned into iron men, like rivers, continue to emerge.

After half a day of fighting, Lin Huang was almost exhausted. Lin Huang didn't know how many iron men he had slashed so far.

The arm was already collapsed and weak.

The tiger's mouth holding the knife had cracked, and silver blood stains fell like waterlines.

The combat here is too simple.

It's just a group of iron men without intelligence, attacking him and Luo Huanhuan.

However, although it was simple, it made Lin Huang feel frightened.

After half a day, he had already understood. All the iron man strength around him has copied the realm of him and Luo Huanhuan.

If Lin Huang went alone, the battle would be much easier than it is now.

However, Luo Huanhuan.

The realm is high and terrifying, even if the iron man is not proficient in any martial arts, but just by relying on the realm, it can make Lin Huang very uncomfortable.

And Luo Huanhuan doesn't know how to fight in close combat at all.

She has great strength and is proficient in illusion. However, in the face of this group of iron bumps, illusion did not work at all.

Luo Huanhuan can only use the breath of the piano sound to cut the iron man.

There are a lot of iron men, endlessly!

Don't give the two of them the slightest respite, once they relax, the whole person will be torn to pieces by the iron man.

The only thing I can rely on is the breath in my heart that has never dissipated.

Lin Huang didn't expect that the Black Iron Giant Mountain would be like this. He thought that there were many terrifying existences in the Black Iron Giant Mountain.

And he might be able to get around quite a bit.

But I didn't expect that this black iron giant mountain was too rough. But wherever there are mountains, rocks, grass and trees, there are iron men, and every time Lin Huang takes a step forward, the iron men within a radius of ten miles around him will kill him together.

If you want to fly, the Iron Man will fly with you.

To hide underground, the Iron Man will dig into the earth.

If you want to rush forward with speed, it's like running in the rain, it doesn't work, and you are an iron man wherever you go.

To form a defensive shield around it, a group of iron men will crush you.

The feeling of the two at the moment is like Xiucai meeting a reckless man, trying all kinds of ways, and in the end they will be beaten by the iron fist.

Gradual...... The forest is getting more and more tired......

And he gradually calmed down. He gradually understood that if he wanted to get out of the Black Iron Mountain, he had to carve out a path.

It's a life-and-death battle.

Again, this is also cultivation.

Just like when he practiced knives under the waterfall, it was also like when he was chased and killed by Liu Cangsheng. Only when the mind is calm can there be hope of living.

Thousands of miles of giant mountains, now only a hundred miles away, the road ahead is boundless. But in the end...... It's going to go on!

The strength of a warrior must be tempered by blood and battle.

In the army of iron men, Lin Huang held two swords, and he had gradually begun to regain the feeling of practicing swords, just like Li Chunfeng's cultivation of a sword and a sword outside the mountains and lakes in the Qingtian Martial Mansion.

The vast black mountain, thousands of miles stretched.

The two of them slaughtered in the army of iron men and marched forward.

A hundred miles.

Two hundred miles.

Three hundred miles.

......

Seven hundred miles.

I don't know how long time passed, Lin Huang seemed to have fallen into the cultivation of mechanical killing, he had no emotion, no perception, and kept swinging his knife.

Knife by knife.

All the way forward.

Until no matter how strong his will was, he finally couldn't resist the tiredness of his flesh and couldn't dissolve his broken arms......

Bang.

Lin Huang fell to the ground and passed out directly!

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