In the void, Luo Xuan walked along.

Luo Xuan's eyes were Ling Ran, looking at the figure in linen clothes above the royal city in front of him.

If nothing else, the person in front of him is the high priest in this royal court!

Above the void, the old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at Luo Xuan in front of him.

"Emperor Qian's personal expedition made the old man a little surprised." The old man smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of broken yellow teeth.

Luo Xuan's sleeve robe waved, and he also said lightly: "You are the high priest on the right, right?" ”

"The old man is withered, please consult Emperor Qian!" As the words fell, the thin arm under the sleeve robe suddenly stretched out, and chains appeared from the void.

At this moment, the majestic spiritual power in Luo Xuan's body also began to operate in the meridians like a torrent, and the space around him was filled with fluctuations that were visible to the naked eye.

As soon as Kuxuzi's fingers moved, the crisp rattling sound suddenly resounded in the sky, and then the iron chain made a piercing whirring sound, like the tentacles of an octopus, and flew away fiercely in the direction of Luo Xuan.

As for the other party's amazing motive, Luo Xuan's face remained unchanged, and there was a surging sword intent surging all over his body.

The sword qi condensed, and then stabbed out suddenly, stabbing at a certain point of the chain like lightning, and the violent burst of power directly forcibly shook the huge chain away!

However, although it was only a preliminary battle, the place where the long sword and the chain struck had already erupted into an earth-shattering loud noise, and the surging energy ripples spread in all directions, startling the warriors below to retreat in a hurry.

Luo Xuan's body moved, and he flew directly into the sky.

Seeing this, Kuxuzi didn't have any waiting, and followed without hesitation.

When the two left, the battlefield below was handed over again, and the tragic battle began again.

In the middle of the night, two different colors of light were facing each other in the dark clouds.

A sword intent wrapped in silver-white was all over his body, and his body was surging with gilt golden brilliance.

The other one is a sickly purple-black color, if someone touches it, I am afraid that it will be instantly eroded by that purple-black spiritual power.

Kuxuzi's palm danced, and in the distance above the sky, a ten-zhang wide gray-purple space appeared out of thin air in an instant, enveloping Luo Xuan.

"Dry Poison Prison!"

As the shouts fell, all I saw was an overwhelming gray-purple viscous mist, which suddenly surged out of the withered void's body, and immediately spread rapidly, covering this cage formed by the distortion of space in the blink of an eye

Those gray-purple mist just spread at the edge of the distorted space, as if they were surrounded by a transparent glass wall, and inside, there was a world of poisonous gas.

Luo Xuan felt the poisonous gas around his body that could corrode spiritual power, and his face was also solemn.

This was his first battle after stepping into the Grandmaster realm.

Luo Xuan's palm moved, and at this moment, there were countless cold light sword shadows covering the sky and the sun, and the surroundings of Luo Xuan's body seemed to have turned into a sword realm, there were only sword rays in the sky, and in a single thought, life and death could be seen!

And in this sword domain, the poisonous gas was actually dispelled in an instant!

The face of the withered void changed, and then the wooden staff in his hand stomped in the void!

In the next moment, there was an endless gathering of poisonous gas, turning into two poisonous gas chains, directly towards Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan didn't dare to be careless, the sword intent around his body surged, and the sword intent brilliance circulating on his body became more dazzling, and there seemed to be a sound of sword chanting between heaven and earth, releasing countless rays of light from him, and each light turned into a sword intent!

Wisps of sword path divine brilliance flashed, confronting the chain from afar, and then collided with each other!

Rumble!

There was a roar, and this moment suddenly exploded from the clouds.

And below.

The war is now raging.

In the streets, there was only frantic slashing, and between the knives and the falls, blood stained the faces of the warriors.

And at this moment, a horn sounded suddenly.

Many of the Shannu soldiers were in a trance, because they did not know the meaning of the horn.

However, the moment the army heard the sound of the trumpet, it began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Then, under the moonlight, silver-white waves, like sparks, appeared outside the city.

Little by little, and then more and more, like a white flame burning in the prairie fire.

This is a pure white army!

Big Snow Dragoon!

Ahead, Bai Qi's body shimmered with dazzling silver-white light.

This brilliance covers a wide area, and every soldier of the Great Snow Dragoon has received the blessing of the powerful power in this radiance.

In this brilliance, there seems to be an extremely terrifying killing atmosphere!

The spirit of the army, the white god of death!

At this moment, it was as if death had descended on the city, and he waved the scythe of death at the mountain slave soldiers below.

In Daqian's camp, he tacitly moved out of the way, giving the big snow dragon rider enough space to charge.

At this moment, the trembling sound of the ground completely disrupted the formation of the mountain slaves.

"What's, what is this?"

"Death, it's death!"

"Quick, run!"

“……”

Wailing and roaring, this moment occupies the lion's share.

On the back of the wolf, Mu Yi looked at the white army that rushed towards him like a god of death, and his face also changed.

Just then, the big snow dragon arrived!

time, I don't know how long it has passed.

The glimmer of dawn has sprinkled over the entire grassland.

And now, the roar of the mountain slaves is extremely weak.

Now Mu Yi no longer feels tired, nor can he feel the pain of the wound on his shoulder, he can't tell whether the blood on his body is his own or the enemy's, he no longer thinks about when the strength of this army will be exhausted, he thinks that this is the survival rule of their mountain slave warriors: as long as you live, continue to wield the knife!

As long as the last man is alive on the battlefield, this army is not dead!

Mu Yi was on his hands with the long knife that had been slashed to the blunt, and he fell to one knee weakly.

His eyes were surging with murderous intent, but now, there was no strength left to support him to continue fighting.

The Shannu warriors were almost slaughtered.

As for the cadres, the fighting spirit is getting higher and higher, and the killing is becoming more and more decisive.

Mu Yi slowly raised his head and watched as those mountain slave warriors fell down one by one and were trampled.

Those valiant warriors, their bones shattered and blood flowing, few would remember their names, even if the mountain slaves won the final victory in this war.

The huge anger was biting Mu Yi's heart like snake venom, and the feeling he had never felt before surrounded him, and he couldn't help but roar, causing the cadres to turn into ashes in his roar.

Stompe!

The sound of horses' hooves, approaching.

Long knives are swung and blood is splattered!

Blood splashes brilliant colors in the air, just like a painter likes to splash danqing on white silk to paint, beautiful, empty, and sad.