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At this moment, the heavens and the earth are silent.

The martial artist of Ren Dong Spirit Realm broke his head, and he couldn't imagine that there was such a magnificent existence in this world.

The Evil King was completely stunned.

Looking at the ancient Great Wall, my heart was filled with fear. In the past, with his cultivation, he didn't even have the qualifications to be close to the ancient Great Wall for thousands of miles.

The murderous aura is thousands of miles, and the beacon fire shakes the sky!

If you don't enter the realm of martial saints, if you want to get close to the bronze ancient Great Wall, it is tantamount to asking for your own death.

He never imagined that there was a bronze ancient Great Wall in the Yin Yang Valley. Who has such an astonishing cultivation that can cut off a section of the bronze ancient Great Wall?

Who buried the bronze ancient Great Wall under the abyss of the Yin Yang Valley.

It's no wonder that the roar of the Heroic Spirit has been heard countless times, and it is heartbreaking.

In the midst of the military formation, Xuanyuan raised his head and looked at the Bronze Ancient Great Wall in the distance, and his face also showed a look of amazement. Originally...... The real ancient Great Wall is more majestic than the records in the family.

Like the backbone of heaven and earth!

Suddenly, Xuanyuan raised his troops and coughed violently twice, "The Fengtian Bronze Ancient Great Wall has appeared, why haven't the three thousand heroic spirits recorded in the family scrolls appeared?"

"Could it be...... Still can't you wake up the Heroic Spirit?"

Xuanyuan Tibing's face sank, his mind was like falling into the abyss, he vomited blood and shouted, tearing his heart and lungs, "I implore the return of three thousand heroic souls to protect my East Spirit!"

In the void, the evil king seems to have discovered this as well. Looking at the bronze ancient Great Wall that looked like a dead thing, he looked suspicious, and then gradually calmed down.

There is no ancient Great Wall illuminated by beacon fire, and there is no ancient majesty that is murderous. No matter how magnificent something is, it is just a dead thing, no different from thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!

"Xuanyuan raised troops, what about summoning the Fengtian Bronze Ancient Great Wall? You have no power to return to the sky, how can you save yourself? The thousand-year war...... The Xuanyuan family has been defeated! The Eastern Spirit Realm has been defeated!"

As the words fell, the evil king laughed uncontrollably. The body swept through the sky like thunder, and the punch fell again.

Bang.

After a punch, the defense guarding Xuanyuan's body was crushed again.

Xuanyuan raised his troops and looked back at the bronze ancient Great Wall, his eyes were about to split, his heart was sad, and the hair between his temples was as white as frost and snow in an instant.

Unable to return to the sky!

The simple four words fell on Xuanyuan's heart like thousands of swords.

At this moment, the sound of war drums was suddenly heard in the heavens and the earth.

I saw that in the midst of the million-strong army array, in front of the ten-zhang giant drum that was erected, there was a woman in white clothes stained with blood, holding a drumstick and hammering it violently.

"It's just a fight to the death!"

Under the giant drum, Lin Cangxue shouted loudly while beating the drum. The stunning figure is especially tragic at this moment. Every time the drum fell, a phoenix groan came from the body.

It seems that there is a phoenix lust and Nirvana returns.

The sound of the drum was like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.

In the battlefield, tens of thousands of warriors heard the sound of drums and came back to their senses in horror, "It's just a battle to the death!"

The Bronze Ancient Great Wall has gone through thousands of battles, even if there are no more heroic souls. Could it be that the Eastern Spirit Warriors are going to sit back and wait to die?

Outside Xuanyuan's troops, the warriors of dozens of defensive fists instantly got up, and the soldiers pointed directly at the evil king.

Even if the blood is spilled, there is no chance to kill the evil king. Even if he can't be killed, as long as the latter is seriously injured, the East Spirit Realm will have its own successors.

There is an unquenchable fire!

At this moment, the entire battlefield boiled again. Countless warriors rushed to the sky and rushed towards the evil king, even if it was a moth to a fire, even if it was a mayfly shaking a tree.

On the battlefield, the thirteen killings of the herringbone suddenly reappeared. I saw Feng Wanlipan sitting in the center of the battlefield, covered in an ancient murderous aura. The seven orifices are bleeding, but they don't know how to recite ancient poems.

"The Ming Emperor swept Liuhe, and looked at He Xiong!"

"Swing your sword to break the clouds, and the princes will come to the west!"

This time, it's no longer a chivalrous walk.

With the sound of Feng Wanli's recitation, between heaven and earth, there are countless white-clothed swordsmen, who seem to be thousands of troops and horses, and seem to be thousands of chivalrous guests.

The third herringbone killing sword was in an uproar, and there were thousands of troops behind him.

The five killings of the herringbone are peerless in red, and the killing intent is soaring.

The sixth kill of the herringbone, such as the commander of the field, waving the battle flag, crisscrossing in all directions.

......

"Emperor Mourning has been since the apocalypse, and he is roughly talented. Collect troops to cast the Great Wall, and hold the dragon vein in your hands!"

Between heaven and earth, the sound of sealing thousands of miles is endless, and every time he opens his mouth, it is like suffering from heaven's curse, reciting the oath of Tianji Eleven without authorization, where is there any possibility of survival.

And the thirteen killings of the human character, in the oath of Feng Wanli, as if God helped, led thousands of troops and horses, and rushed towards the evil king.

There are also a vast number of warriors, who go forward to kill the evil king.

It's just a fight to the death.

At this moment, Lin Huang did not return to the position of the thirteen killings. Instead, he carried a battle flag and walked towards the bronze ancient Great Wall.

There is a sentence on the ancient Great Wall, which seems to be printed, and Lin Huang has heard that sentence.

Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth. The night is always with you, and the day dawns tomorrow.

On the blood-soaked battlefield, the closer Lin Huang got to the Bronze Ancient Great Wall, the more he felt a majestic pressure pouring down from his head.

It was much more terrifying than the last step of the 10,000-step ladder before.

But Lin Huang can't have the slightest retreat, now that it is the time of life and death in the Eastern Spirit Realm, where is there still time to hesitate. Even if you are crushed to the bones and fight to the death, you have to rush to the bronze ancient Great Wall.

Outside the Great Wall, the battle was extremely fierce. The so-called grasshopper shaking the tree is not false at all. In the face of the invincible evil king of Dongling, no matter how many people there are, it is just a torrent of death.

In the center of the battlefield, Feng Wanli's body was shattered, and the blood all over his body was like an injection, but he sat firmly on the ground, just like a green-shirted Confucian who really established his heart for the world and his life.

"The king's order spread to the world, and the beacon smoke was opened. The murderous aura is thousands of miles away, and it is ...... to the god platform"

Feng Wanli's chanting continued, but it stopped abruptly at a certain moment.

In the long sky, the thousands of swordsmen behind the herringbone thirteen kills, all the killing intent around them dissipated. All the characters turned around, looking at Feng Wanli in the center of the battlefield, with a sad face.

That middle-aged man who looked like a Confucian student, stared and opened his mouth, and died in a hurry!

Subsequently, the thirteen killings of the herringbone rushed forward again, heading towards the evil king's death.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of war drums is endless, the sound of angry roars is endless, the fighting spirit is endless, the killing intent is endless, the blood rain is endless, and the will is endless......

Looking at it from afar, it is like a tragic picture that makes people feel terrified and cry with grief.

In the military formation, Xuanyuan raised his troops to the ground, looking at the tragic battle, his expression was blank. Suddenly, like dying old age, hatred and powerlessness to return to the sky.

On the other side, Lin Huang stood out of thin air, climbing towards the bronze. He was covered in blood, and his flesh and skin were cracked, and his bones and muscles were like powder.

In the Xuanhai, the phoenix martial soul is dying, and it is difficult to maintain the vitality of the forest wilderness.

Heaven and earth are in a battle, and there is no power to return to the sky!

The mighty army of 700,000 lost 200,000 again.

More than half of the tens of thousands of warriors have died.

All the formation masters were wiped out by the evil king's punch!

The thirteen killings of the herringbone were wiped out, except for Lin Huang's sisters and brothers. The fifth killing Ye Hongsleeve directly turned into powder, and the third killing sword was nameless and was torn to pieces by the evil king.

Lin Cangxue had already broken twenty-seven pairs of drum hammers.

At this moment, the Eastern Leader Warrior looked desperate.

At this moment, on the magnificent bronze Great Wall, a young man in white covered in blood finally dragged his broken body and stepped on the bronze ancient Great Wall, waving the battle flag in his hand, roaring angrily, vowing to awaken the return of the three thousand heroic souls:

"Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth. I hate that the sun and the moon have sunk in the west, and I hate the loess burial of heroic souls. I hate the infamy of eternity, and I hate the public. I pass on eleven strategies, and I bury the thousand autumn bureaus. I only asked the heroic spirits of the monarchs, and he could meet thousands of troops with an arrow piercing the clouds? Then ask the heroic spirits of the monarchs, can the blood of the battle be rekindled with an order from the name of Tuoba......

On the Great Wall, Lin Huang danced the battle flag, like a mad demon roaring, questioning the heavens and the earth, like the thunder of the nine heavens vibrating:

"Can the blood be rekindled?"

"Can the blood be rekindled?"

"Heavenly Heroes, may you follow me and rekindle the blood!"

......

Under the gloomy sky, the ancient Fengtian bronze ancient Great Wall suddenly moved slightly. I don't know when, a voice suddenly sounded in Lin Huang's ears:

"I am willing to fight!"

In the Yin Yang Valley, a murderous voice suddenly sounded:

"Willing to fight!!"

In the Eastern Spirit Realm, three thousand voices fell like thunder in the nine heavens, shaking the people of the world:

"Willing to fight !! war"

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