The battlefield was dim, whether it was the army of the Nine Dynasties or the army of the Jing Dynasty, the visibility was extremely low, but they were still fighting hard, forgetting the fear of life and death.

The spirit soldiers came out of nowhere on the battlefield and turned into a nightmare for the soldiers of the Nine Dynasties, and they were shocked to find that these spirit soldiers could not be killed at all.

That demon road is still sprinkling beans into soldiers!

Whew-

The strong wind rose again, blowing away the dust on the battlefield, everyone saw the battlefield clearly, and the soldiers of the Nine Dynasties at the front continued to fight bloodily, while the soldiers of the army in the rear were frightened.

The army of the Nine Dynasties was directly torn out of a large area of blood, shocking, occupying a radius of more than ten miles, terrifying, the blood was permeated, the blood flowed like a river, and countless corpses were lying.

The earth was devastated, like traces of the post-apocalyptic era.

"How could it be ......"

"He's not human...... He's not human......"

"I'm not dreaming...... How can this be ......?"

"Why is this ......happening?"

"Impossible, impossible, it must be witchcraft, witchcraft!"

How many soldiers were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

Meng Xuan raised his eyes, his expression was anxious, and his eyes were frantically looking for the Eastern Senior.

As long as the Eastern predecessors do not die, there is still hope for them!

Suddenly!

He saw a corpse!

The corpse flashed with a faint golden light, and Meng Xuan was like being struck by lightning, and his face showed despair.

I saw Dongfang Senior lying in the sea of blood, only the upper body was left, maintaining the posture of waving his fist, his body surface was still golden red, but it was full of cracks, his eyes widened, and he couldn't bat at death.

The palm just now killed millions of soldiers, and also killed this Golden Body Realm powerhouse.

Meng Xuan looked up, as soon as he raised his head, his body froze, not only him, but more and more soldiers raised their heads, and the color of despair spread on their faces.

I saw that countless knives, swords, halberds, guns, hooks, axes and other blades were hanging upside down in the air, densely packed, and it was impossible to count how many there were.

Even the soldiers on both sides who were fighting began to notice the spectacular scene in the sky one after another, and their eyes widened.

The gods who were raging on the battlefield pulled away and looked up at the sky.

One of them turned pale and smiled sadly: "What the hell are we facing......"

No one answered him, and he didn't need to answer because he was asking himself.

Millions of blades hung upside down in the sky, and that sense of oppression could only be felt by those facing it, and at this moment, any hope and fighting spirit would be gone.

The war stopped again.

The soldiers on the Dajing side did not cheer, and their brains were blank from shock.

Martial arts, can it really be so powerful?

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and countless soldiers of the Nine Dynasties suddenly woke up, turned around and fled, and the earth trembled again.

In the camp of the Nine Dynasties in the distance, everyone also looked up at the blades in the sky, and the old ones even knelt down, kowtowing incessantly, begging for forgiveness from the heavens.

They thought they had sinned against God, and God wanted to punish them, but they could not explain what they had seen.

On the blade of Haohao, Jiang Changsheng looked down at all this, and finally waved his hand slowly.

If this war is not brutal, it will be difficult to achieve a deterrent effect.

This is also the reason why he has been entangled with that oriental senior for a period of time, and he is not desperate enough to kill it directly.

Of course, he didn't want to slaughter the army of the Nine Dynasties, just leave half of it alive, and in a few decades, the land of the Nine Dynasties would become the country of the Great Scene, and it would be his own family in the future.

The blades of the sky swooped down, pouring down like a torrential rain, and descending with the momentum of the sky collapse.

At this moment, the army of the Nine Dynasties was desperate, and the army of the Jing Dynasty was not surprised, but just stared blankly at the upcoming massacre.

……

Sizhou, Beijing.

Imperial Palace, inside the Imperial Study.

Jiang Ziyu put down the fold, stood up, and wandered around the house.

Jiang Xiu couldn't help but ask, "Father, are you worried about your ancestor?" ”

He was also very worried, the alliance of the Nine Dynasties and the alliance of the Dynasty Sect, relying on the ancestor alone, could it really work?

Jiang Ziyu recalled the scene of Jiang Changsheng fighting the Mahayana Dragon Tower alone, giving himself confidence, but when he thought of the enemy's strength, he still couldn't control his uneasiness.

Tens of millions of troops, he, an emperor who has been fighting for half his life, has never seen it, and he can't imagine the vastness of tens of millions of troops.

Even if it is tens of thousands of pigs and dogs, charging together, it is unimaginable, how to resist?

A white-clad guard ran in and handed over a secret message.

Jiang Ziyu hurriedly opened it to see, his face was still gloomy, and said: "I don't need the intelligence of the enemy's strength, I just need a battle report!" ”

"Yes!"

The white-clothed guard hurriedly left.

Jiang Ziyu walked out of the door, looked up at the direction of the northern battlefield, and sighed.

"Father, the child depends on you."

Jiang Ziyu thought silently, and his eyes began to wander.

Jiang Xiu followed and walked out, standing beside his father, silent.

According to the hour, the war should have started by now.

Whether Dajing will lose the country or swallow the world, it depends on this battle!

Although he knew that Jiang Changsheng was very strong, thinking of Jiang Changsheng's usual kind and kind attitude towards him, it was difficult for him to imagine how Jiang Changsheng could turn the tide.

The more critical the moment, the more distraught the father and son became.

"Don't look at it, even if that demon dao can contain the battlefield, Dajing will die."

A cold voice came, startling the father and son to turn their heads to look, only to see a figure appear on the eaves next to them at some point.

It was the scholar in the Star Tower.

The scholar held a folding fan in his hand and looked down at them with a smile on his face.

Jiang Xiu's face changed drastically, and she was panicked.

Jiang Ziyu had a cold face and said, "I thought that the Chaozong was really upright, and it turned out that he would use such a method. ”

The scholar shook his head and smiled, and said: "No way, your backer is too difficult to gnaw, now there is no god in the capital, Emperor Dajing, what are your last words?" ”

Jiang Ziyu snorted: "The two dynasties join forces, is the thirteen states enough for you to eat?" ”

"It is indeed not enough to change to other dynasties, but the thirteen states of Dajing hide the dragon vein, and we must fight, in order to annex you, we have been preparing for hundreds of years, but unfortunately the opponent has changed from the Mahayana Dragon Tower to the Demon Dao, but this is fine, there is no Dragon Tower, and there is no need to deal with other dynasties that are good friends with it." The scholar shook his head and said in a sighing tone.

Dragon Vein......

I see.

Jiang Ziyu was relieved, he pulled Jiang Xiu behind him, and asked, "It's okay to kill me, can you let the others go?" ”

The scholar sneered: "Emperor, do you think it is possible, in order to win over the Nine Dynasties, we have changed batch after batch of royal families, how can your Jiang family be spared?" ”

"Today you have to die, your son has to die, and everyone in the entire palace has to die!"

The scholar jumped up, the folding fan in his hand turned into a sharp blade, and he swung the fan to kill Jiang Ziyu.

Jiang Ziyu was immediately ready to wave his palm to respond, and at this moment, a figure appeared in front of Jiang Ziyu, pointing at the sky, and the visible strength of the naked eye killed at an extraordinary speed, piercing the scholar's forehead.

The scholar's eyes widened, and he shouted in horror in his heart: "How could it be him......"

Plop!

The scholar landed on the ground, his eyes widening, and blood gushing from his forehead, staining one of his eyes red.

Jiang Ziyu and Jiang Xiu were stunned, looking at the figures in front of them in disbelief.

Jiang Changsheng!

"Father...... Master...... Why are you here? ”

Jiang Ziyu was not surprised, but panicked, Jiang Changsheng is here, what should be done on the battlefield?

Dajing's entire army was on the battlefield, and if it was slaughtered, Dajing would die.

Jiang Ziyu was desperate in his heart, but he couldn't blame Jiang Changsheng, his body was weak, he lowered his head and said with a bitter smile: "That's it, Master, can you take my children away, stay away from the Jing Dynasty, at least let the Jiang family leave their bloodline." ”

Jiang Xiu looked at Jiang Changsheng's back in a daze, and her heart was also mixed.

The ancestor chose them between the country and them.

Jiang Changsheng turned around, looked at Jiang Ziyu, and said with a smile: "Silly boy, what are you thinking, get ready to meet the victory." ”

Jiang Changsheng disappeared in place, as if he had never appeared.

Jiang Ziyu looked confused and didn't understand Jiang Changsheng's words.

Jiang Changsheng is here, how can he win the battlefield?

Could it be that Jiang Changsheng is rushing to the battlefield now?

……

Inside the courtyard.

Jiang Changsheng walked under the Earth Spirit Tree and continued to practice.

Bai Qi couldn't help but ask: "Dao Chief, you just rely on a clone to go to the battlefield, isn't it too big?" ”

Jiang Changsheng's doppelganger technique is to divide spiritual power, and the number can be divided into up to a hundred doppelgangers, in that case, his own spiritual power will only be one percent.

Now Jiang Changsheng has separated into a clone, whether it is a real body or a clone, only half of the spiritual power.

But enough is enough.

Jiang Changsheng didn't want to rely on the art of clones, but the current situation was special, he felt that the enemy could not abide by martial virtues so much, and sure enough, someone came to attack and kill Jiang Ziyu.

Now it is his clone who is active on the battlefield, and it is enough for the clone to hit the golden body realm, even if there is a Qiankun realm, he can fight!

Jiang Changsheng pretended to be helpless and said: "It's true, but there's no way, isn't it?" ”

He was full of anticipation, how much of a survival reward this battle could bring him?

Bai Qi was silent.

There was no one else in the courtyard, Jiang Changsheng deliberately separated them so as not to expose his spells, and it was enough to leave Bai Qi a wolf to pretend to be forced.

New shoots began to grow on the branches of the Earth Spirit Tree, and the breeze blew and the aura surged, making it cool under the tree and not feeling the cool sun.

……

On the battlefield of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the hundred-mile wasteland was reduced to purgatory on earth.

The ground was full of blades, each blade pierced a corpse, some nailed to the ground, some hung on spears and halberds, densely packed, impossible to count.

Jiang Yu commanded the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, he looked at the corpses in all directions, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself.

The army of the Jing Dynasty was chasing and killing the army of the Nine Dynasties, leaving tens of thousands of troops to inspect the battlefield.

Thump!

A corpse fell and landed beside Jiang Yu, it was the commander of the Ninth Army in Tongwu Valley, Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan was also blinded, and his face was covered with blood.

Jiang Yu didn't know that the other party was a god, thinking that he was just an ordinary person, he turned his head to see that Jiang Changsheng had fallen from the sky, stepping on a white cloud under his feet.

Zongyun ......

Jiang Yu's eyelids jumped, he couldn't care about the shock, he looked at Jiang Changsheng, and said with emotion: "Brother Changsheng, Dajing once again relied on you to turn the tide." ”

He knew very well that if there was no Jiang Changsheng, Dajing would have been restored long ago, and the Jiang family would become a joke in history.

Jiang Changsheng looked down at him and said with a smile: "I should also go back, the gods on the other side are dead, and the rest is the poor man, don't chase too closely, although you get a big victory, but the big scene also needs time to digest." ”

Jiang Yu nodded and urged: "Okay, you go back quickly, I'm worried that someone will murder Your Majesty." ”

Jiang Changsheng turned around, the clouds left, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

So fast!

Heaven and earth are free, and they are really immortals.

Jiang Yu sighed in his heart, he couldn't understand Jiang Changsheng's strength, but he just needed to know that Jiang Changsheng was his own family.

His mood was surging.

After this battle, how strong is the big picture?

(End of chapter)