"It's a madman, the Shinto Academy didn't want to come after three invitations, how can this Wu Lin be crazy?"

In the distance, the proud sons of the Shinto Temple frowned slightly, and they talked to each other endlessly.

"The peak of the three sacrifices, he has maintained this realm for ten years, in order to temper the madness of the three artistic conceptions, this kind of character is very conceited, but he also has the capital of conceit"

"Crossing the three realms to defeat the enemy, for a madman, it is like taking a bag, but this is beyond my generation, the blood madness technique can increase the strength of the flesh several times, similar to the monstrosity of the Barbarian Mountain, it is one of the unparalleled techniques of the flesh"

"King Xi, do you think that one is Cang?" Qingqiuzi came over, stood side by side with Yang Yixiao, and smiled slightly.

There are only a few monks in the king's column here, but there are few who may see the identity of the one in front of the town customs.

The Dao Wheel of Life and Death? Is the battle between Cang and Yan Tao limited by his own strength, or is it deliberate? With Cang's strength, Yan Tao will go away in a hundred moves in less than a hundred moves, how can it drag on for such a time?

But if it weren't for Cang, would there still be people in the West who would understand the supernatural powers of this wheel of life and death?

"It's not"

Yang Yixiao said, standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes were calm and terrifying, staring at the battle before the pass without a moment of relaxation.

"The Overlord has arrived"

On a hill there was a young man sitting cross-legged, with black hair dancing and silent.

"It's really an overlord, although Jun ruthlessly stopped him, he never thought that the overlord didn't leave, he was there early in the morning"

The heroes were in an uproar, and when they saw the young people on the hill, there was no one in the younger generation to calm down.

"I see, in the past, the overlord fought with the madman, breaking seven of his ribs, no matter how strong the madman is, he is not as strong as Yang Fan, who is known as the overlord, and now Cang is fighting against the madman, this is also an alternative confrontation!"

The overlord's subordinates are now fighting with Cang after three years, which makes people's eyes hot, and I really want to witness this alternative confrontation, the overlord and Cang, the madman, the three are all body refining monks, and only one fight can be compared.

But at this moment, only a few people know that the so-called confrontation is like child's play, the overlord is here, and his eyes have never looked at the customs of the town, but a place in the vast wind and snow.

In front of the town customs, Lu Shenji held a long sword and fought with the madman, the law of the game is to follow the rules and break, and the game is to copy the enemy's tactics and defeat the enemy with restraint.

But how can this madman have a rule?

A roar, the blood is surging, the steps are like thunder, there is only the word destroy the enemy in his eyes, the madman uses his fists and feet together, like a fierce tiger and a lion, like a brute fighting for his life, and does not give people a chance to breathe at all.

After a hundred moves, Lu Shenji was already injured, and a bone was broken in his back.

"The sunset of Helan Mountain, the fire of Fuzi Pass, the north and south of the town customs, the only thing that can be mobilized is the defenders of the second iceberg and the third iceberg, or the troops of the later levels, but after Wu Tianguan is the iceberg turned by the fourth river, and the next few passes are impossible to resist the rescue within an hour, so I only need to survive an hour, and the battle on the first day will be won!"

Lu Shenji gritted his teeth, drew the ground with a long sword, and carved the formation.

The Shenji clan inherits the ancient learning, in addition to the classics, although there is no powerful peerless exercise, it can have its own other techniques to trap the enemy, it only takes an hour, and the overall situation can be finalized today!

"One hour, they lost!"

Mo Ran laughed, looking at the sunset like blood, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In front of the town customs, the madman broke several formations in a row, and Lu Shenji was as skillful as a god, and he couldn't resist the domineering of this madman, but whether it was for Lu Shenji or Mo Ran, this battle was unnecessary.

It's just to delay for an hour!

Outside Helan Pass, the old man made his move, and the purple dill behind him flew out of the sky, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, blooming with thousands of blood-colored sunsets, covering the sky and covering the vast mountain.

"The remnant sun is like blood, the red glow is like a song, thinking about the suffering of all beings, and the twilight of life should be sad"

Thousands of soldiers in Helan Mountain are obsessed, as if they are in a trance, and the hair of some soldiers turns into white silk in an instant, and their bodies are filled with the intention of death.

"This is the eighth color, the sunset of life?"

The red-eyed demon king was amazed, and led the demon soldiers under his seat to rush forward, facing this group of old soldiers, and their lives were harvested in just a moment.

The eighth color is the power of heaven and earth, and the way of the old man is that as long as you grab a little bit and join in this colorful sunset, you can derive the power of the eighth color.

The sun sets in the west mountains, and the dusk is dead!

The tens of thousands of soldiers and generals of Helan Mountain have all been buried here, and only Nahao Qianlong woke up after indulging in, but it was still too late.

At the same moment, there was a big change in Helan Pass, a woman appeared, her red clothes fluttering, flicking her fingers, and the whole pass was planted with illusions.

"The red fairy is polite, if this statue of the Southern Emperor is not refined, it is better to destroy it"

The woman smiled lightly, and slashed away with one palm, breaking the stone statue in two.

"Red Luan Pavilion!"

Hao Qianlong returned in blood, looked up at Guan Nei, and immediately roared.

The Red Immortal, the master of the Red Luan Pavilion, is actually in Helan Pass!

This made his eyes blood-red, and when he saw the red god in the pass, he already understood that most of the soldiers in the city had fallen into this red fairy illusion and couldn't help themselves.

A huge Helan Pass, but this time it has suffered a series of accidents, especially the old man in the valley of the sunset, if it weren't for this colorful glow covering the mountain, the reinforcements who came to this pass must have arrived, how could they let the red fairy sneak in?

It's just that now, he can't care about so much, the ancient sword in his hand escapes the sky, and it detonates in Qiongyu, this is a psychic ancient soldier, and its value is more valuable than ordinary treasures.

But this explosion is necessary, otherwise how can the iceberg soldiers guarding the edge of Helan Mountain come to defend themselves?

"The Xuangu Sword has exploded, and Qianlong is in trouble"

Ten miles outside the second iceberg, a middle-aged man frowned, waved his hand and gave an order, asking half of the soldiers guarding this place to rush there as quickly as possible.

With the explosion of this Xuangu Sword to guide the way, in just half an hour, tens of thousands of troops gathered outside Helan Pass.

"Hongluan Pavilion, Sunset Valley, and the Red-Eyed Demon King? These three parties have no connection, why did they join forces to attack my Helan Pass? Is it really that Cang's handiwork?"

"No, Qianlong, you said that this Helan Pass was controlled by the Red Fairy?" The big man raised his eyes, and the spear in his hand flew horizontally.

When the divine mangs touched the great array of Helan Pass, the large array was triggered, and endless runes flickered, but the original red mangs in the pass disappeared completely.

"This son's methods are really clever, and his scheming is terrifying!"

The back of the big man was cold, and even after many years of killing, he had never been as shocked as he was today.

"Abandon the city, Helan Pass is lost, when I came here, I probably knew that the second iceberg was difficult to defend, but I didn't expect that the dignified Helan Pass couldn't be saved, and this time it was really a failure."

The army stood outside the pass, their eyes gloomy, and it was clear that this was their city, and it had changed hands in just one day.

"Ahh

Hao Qianlong was sad and angry, spitting blood in his mouth, and was angry to the extreme, he was a famous general of the Southern Dynasty, and he had no way to return to the sky.

The layout of Helan in the valley of the sunset, the old man Cang Wei has a mysterious and unparalleled magical power, with a colorful Jixia sacrifice, and a large array covers the mountain, which not only lures him to go, but also blocks all the troops who rescue Helan, making it difficult for them to find their way into the mountain.

The red-eyed demon king and his demon soldiers are like fish in water in this big array, and they can succeed in every sneak attack.

The pavilion master of the Red Luan Pavilion in the West Red Immortal entered the customs, this kind of terrifying figure at the level of calamity, his cultivation was not lower than that old man, and as soon as the magic power of the illusion came out, there was no Helan Pass guarded by the Three Tribulation Zun, and even the Great Array of Guarding the Pass would fall into a fantasy realm before it could be opened, and no one was spared in the entire Xiongguan!

Three Western giants, who would have thought of this?

"Hongxian entered the customs, almost no one was spared, and now he can only retreat to the town customs" The big man pulled up Hao Qianlong and led the imperial army to withdraw.

In the battle of Helan Mountain, the imperial army was completely defeated.

For a while, the news spread, and the remaining nine levels were very shaken, and one level had been lost in less than a day, which was really jaw-dropping.

"The Red-Eyed Demon King, Cang Wei, Red Immortal, and the three giant-level figures shot at the same time?"

"In Helan Pass, the strongest is Hao Qianlong, and the rest of the troops have been transferred to the second iceberg to guard, but even so, there are 20,000 sergeants in this pass, 20,000 on the iceberg, and 40,000 generals, how can they lose the pass?"

"This matter needs to be questioned, and there must be something in it that we do not know!"

In the town customs, several generals were angry, their faces were gloomy and terrifying, and the only one who was calm was the commander of this battle, the Confucian Sheng.

It's just that the generals are puzzled, and they lose the test one day, why is this person so calm in this situation? If it weren't for Zuo Cheng's explanation, they would have been connected with this person.

"The remnant sun is like blood, the soldiers stop the mountain, retreat as a basis, the fish enter the pool, and at the cost of one pass, bury a few male lords in the west, isn't it enough?"

Confucian smiled, a pair of eyes looked out of the sky, this sunset is beautiful, the dusk is confusing, but the color is too much, full of the smell of blood.

Helan Pass, is it really so easy to win? This price is enough to make Cang unforgettable for the rest of his life!