The monarch of Luodu, standing on the high city wall, faced with the attack of the Xi Dynasty army, there was not the slightest fear in his eyes. Dressed in golden armor and a silver helmet, he stood there like a god of war, waiting for the battle to follow.

The army of the Xi Dynasty was numerous, and their number was several times that of the Luodu army. They were well armed, their morale was high, and they seemed to have anticipated the next victory. However, the monarch of Lodu was not afraid.

He led the charge, his figure looking so tall and mighty in the sunlight. He waved the long sword in his hand and rushed towards the Xi Dynasty army. He was followed by the soldiers of Luodu, who were equally unafraid of formidable opponents, and who were equally prepared to fight for their country and people.

Although the Xi Dynasty army was large in number, and although they were better equipped than themselves, the soldiers of Luodu did not flinch. They used their courage and determination to wage a desperate struggle against the army of the Xi Dynasty.

The sound of their battle resounded in the sky, and their blood spilled all over the land. Their figures look so brave and fearless in the sun, so admirable.

Although the battle was fierce and brutal, the monarch and soldiers of Lodu did not give up. They used their courage and wisdom to fight to the death against the army of the Xi Dynasty.

At the moment when the army of the Xi Dynasty pressed the border, the atmosphere in Luodu instantly froze. The sun seemed to be overshadowed by this solemn atmosphere.

The armies of the Xi Dynasty came like a torrent of steel, their armor glistening coldly in the sun, as if they were the gods of death from hell. Their steps were firm, and each step seemed to hit the hearts of the people of Lodo. Their eyes are sharp, like falcons staring at their prey, full of determination and confidence.

The walls of Lodu looked so fragile in front of them, like a child standing in front of a giant. Although the people of Luodu resisted bravely, they were powerless in the face of the strong suppression of the Xi Dynasty's army.

Arrows rained down from the quiver of the Xi army, piercing the walls of Luodu with precision and force. The roar of artillery was deafening, and the blasted walls crumbled in an instant. Cavalry poured into the city like a tidal wave, their swords gleaming coldly in the sun.

The people of Luodu struggled in fear, and they tried to resist, but the iron hooves of the Xi army had broken through their defenses. Blood stained the streets, and wails echoed in the air.

The banners of the Xi Dynasty army fluttered high above the city, and their victory seemed to be in hand. The people of Lodu watched their city be destroyed in despair, and they knew that they had lost the war.

On the fierce battlefield, Hua Yue was like a bolt of lightning, constantly rushing to kill in the army of the Xi Dynasty. Her figure shuttled through the shadows of the sword, and with each swing of the sword, it took the life of an enemy. There was a fire of anger burning in her eyes, it was anger burning for her brother's death.

The army of the Xi Dynasty was like a field of wheat cut in front of her, and the neat queue became chaotic under her sword. She was in good shape, and every time she jumped and every time she fell, it was accompanied by a splash of blood. Her hair fluttered in the wind, like a black flag, proclaiming her determination for revenge.

Hua Yue's swordsmanship is skillful and ruthless, and each sword goes straight to the point, not giving the enemy any chance to escape. Her eyes were firm and cold, a merciless judgment of the murderer. In her eyes, every soldier in the army of the Xi Dynasty was the murderer of her brother, and she wanted to liquidate them one by one.

The voices on the battlefield came and went, shouting and killing, the sound of swords clashing, and wailing...... However, in Hua Yue's ears, these all turned into silence. There was only hatred and anger in her heart, only the figure of the brother who was killed.

Hua Yue kept rushing to kill, constantly killing those murderers. Her figure is like a god of death on the battlefield, taking countless lives with her. However, in her heart, she is not only fighting for revenge, but also for the brother who was killed. She wants all the murderers to know that those who hurt her loved ones will pay the price.

By the side of the monarch of the Xi Dynasty, two masters of protecting the country stood in the clouds, their eyes both focused on the same target - Huayue. Their momentum is like a rainbow, as if they can shake the whole world.

The first protector of the country, named Xuanwu, wore dark blue armor and held a huge iron hammer. His eyes are firm and deep, as if he can see everything. Every swing of his hammer carried an unparalleled power, as if it could destroy all obstacles in his way.

The second protector of the country, named Qinglong, wears an emerald green armor and holds a long sword. His eyes were sharp and cunning, as if he could see through all illusions. Every time he swung his sword, he carried a fierce sword aura, as if he could cut through all the enemies that stood in his way.

The two masters of protecting the country shot at the same time, and the iron hammer of Xuanwu and the sword qi of the green dragon converged in the air, forming a brilliant light. Hua Yue stood in the middle of them, facing the joint attack of the two masters, he did not have the slightest fear, but showed a confident smile.

Hua Yue held a black long sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword shone with a cold light. His body is like the wind, his swordsmanship is like water, sometimes soft as cotton, sometimes violent as a waterfall. His body shuttled between the two protectors like lightning, and every swing of his sword carried an unparalleled power.

The combined attacks of Xuanwu and Qinglong were defused by Hua Yue one by one, and their eyes showed surprise and admiration. Hua Yue's swordsmanship was like wind and rain, as if it could cut through all the enemies that stood in front of him. Every swing of his sword carried a fierce sword aura, as if it could cut through all the enemies that stood in his way.

The battle between the three masters became more and more intense, their figures staggered in the air, and the sword qi and qi intertwined into a brilliant light in the air. Their figures tumble in the air, as if performing a thrilling dance.

Under the fierce attack of the two protectors, Hua Yue seemed powerless, and her body was shaky in midair. A flash of pain flashed across his face, and his body was already scarred. Seeing that the fatal blow was about to come, Hua Yue clenched her fists and tried her best to resist, but she still seemed powerless.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Hua Yue. It was a robed and graceful figure, it was Mu Yu. He had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes revealed determination.

Mu Yu did not hesitate to stand in front of Hua Yue, and in the face of the attack of the two protectors, he had no fear. With a slight wave of his hands, a powerful aura instantly spread. That breath contained endless power, and it swept away like a storm towards the two great protectors.

The two protectors were shocked by Mu Yu's attack, their faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly resisted. However, Mu Yu's power came like a tidal wave, breaking through their defenses one by one. Their figures kept retreating under Mu Yu's attack, and they were finally knocked out.

Hua Yue looked at Mu Yu's figure, and a trace of gratitude flashed in her eyes. He understood that if it weren't for Mu Yu's appearance, he might not be able to withstand the fatal blow of the two protectors. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the excitement inside.

Mu Yu's body was like the wind, blocking the attacks of the two protectors. His body was like a bolt of lightning, dissolving those two powerful forces into invisibility at the last moment. The air around him seemed to freeze at this moment, and people held their breath and stared at him tightly.

Mu Yu glanced at the injured Hua Yue, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes. He turned his head and looked at the retreating Luodu army, and he couldn't help but feel a deep pain in his heart. He knew that the war had reached a critical moment and that he had to make a decision.

He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and whispered an ancient incantation. In an instant, a dark power poured out of his body, enveloping the entire battlefield in darkness. That power is like a huge wave in the night, churning and palpitating.

In the darkness, Mu Yu's figure had disappeared. But his power turned into a huge black palm, which slapped violently towards the enemy. Wherever the palm of his hand went, the enemies fell, and no one could resist them.

This is Mu Yu's stunt - the hand of the undead. He used his life force to summon the power of darkness and engaged in a desperate struggle against his enemies. His figure flickered in the darkness, each appearance accompanied by the screams and falls of the enemy.

In this dark battle, the army of Lodu reinvigorated, they saw hope, they saw the dawn of victory. And Mu Yu is like a light in the darkness, guiding them in the direction of progress.

The smoke and fire of the battlefield are intertwined into a brutal picture. The army of the dead, a team of the dead, awakened by mysterious powers, return to the human world to engage in a life-and-death battle with the living.

Under the dark sky, Mu Yu stood at the center of the formation, his hands quickly slicing through the air, summoning his army of undead. His voice echoed through the air with endless majesty and power.

"Wake up, my children! Fight for your monarchs, fight for your glory! ”

As his words fell, the air around him began to tremble, as if countless eyes were opening in the darkness. Then, the army of the undead began to gather from all directions, their figures flashing with a cold light in the darkness.

This is an army of immortals, they were once living people, but now they are bound by death, but they have more power. They have a variety of weapons and armor, and their eyes are filled with endless resentment and anger.

When the Xi Dynasty army saw the appearance of this army of the undead, their faces showed a frightened expression. They know that this is an unavoidable battle, a battle of life and death.

"Forward!" Mu Yu shouted, his voice echoing in the air.

The army of the undead began to rush towards the Xi Dynasty army, their figures flashing with cold light in the darkness. They have great power and endless resentment, and they have only one goal, which is to destroy the army of the Xi Dynasty.

The Xi army began to fight back, their weapons and spells weaving into a sea of fire in the air. But the army of the undead didn't care, their bodies had transcended the boundaries of life and death, and their strength had surpassed human imagination.

It's a brutal battle, and both sides are fighting their best. However, the army of the undead was numerous, and their strength was incomparably strong, and the army of the Xi Dynasty began to gradually retreat.

The figures of the army of the undead were shrouded in darkness, their faces pale and cold, their bodies stiff and clumsy. Their appearance seemed to bring a cold atmosphere to the battlefield. Their eyes reveal endless resentment and determination for revenge, as if they want to wipe out all their enemies.

The enemy army appeared panicked surrounded by an army of the undead. They are no longer faced with ordinary soldiers, but with souls who have died. Their weapons and shields seemed so powerless in the face of the army of the undead, and their courage and determination dissipated in fear.

However, despite the horror of the enemy army, they still bravely resisted the army of the undead. With all their might, they tried to drive this evil force out of the battlefield. However, the power of the army of the undead is so great that it seems impossible to defeat.

On the battlefield, the line between life and death is blurred. The battle between the living and the dead is an endless battle, an unpredictable decisive battle. Every fallen soldier may become a member of the army of the undead and join this battle of life and death.

Like the ghosts of the night, the army of the undead quietly appeared, and with cold and cruel determination, launched an attack on the Xi Dynasty.

This army of the undead, their bodies stiff and expressionless, as if they had lost all their lives and emotions. Their eyes are deep-set and cold, as if they can see through the soul of a person. They held all sorts of weapons in their hands, ancient swords, rusty spears, and tattered shields. Their steps were heavy and steady, and step by step they were approaching the territory of the Xi Dynasty.

The soldiers of the Xi Dynasty were frightened in the face of such an enemy, but they did not flinch. They raised their spears and shields, ready for this battle of life and death. Their eyes gleam with determination, and that is their determination to give their lives to protect their homeland and to defend their country.

At that moment, Mu Yu no longer concealed his cultivation. The momentum around him gradually increased, as if he was about to swallow the entire heaven and earth. His eyes were as sharp as knives, revealing endless majesty and power.

The air around him began to become heavy, as if an invisible force was accumulating. Clouds rolled in the sky and thunder and lightning flashed, as if in preparation for an impending storm. The earth began to tremble, as if in fear of this powerful being.

Mu Yu didn't hesitate, he instantly attacked the two major protectors. He was so fast that he couldn't be seen clearly. His attacks were unstoppable like a raging storm.

Although the two protectors also possessed powerful cultivation, they were so insignificant under Mu Yu's attack. Their defenses collapsed in an instant under Mu Yu's attack, and their bodies were violently knocked out.

Soon, the two protectors fell to the ground, their breath gone. Mu Yu stood in place, his eyes revealing endless indifference and domineering. He knew that his strength had surpassed all enemies, and he had become the most powerful being on the continent.

At this moment, it was as if the heavens and the earth had lost their color. Everyone was shocked by Mu Yu's momentum and couldn't speak. They knew that the young man had become something they would never be able to surpass.

Mu Yu felt the threatening aura appear, and his heartbeat accelerated instantly, as if he could hear his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. He immediately unleashed the power of heaven and earth thunder, a mysterious force that originated from heaven and earth, powerful and mighty.

A dark cloud instantly gathered around his body, and thunder and lightning flew through it, as if it was about to tear the entire sky apart. He clasped his hands together and slammed it in that direction, and suddenly, a thunderous sword flew out of his hand, roaring towards the black mist with endless power and destructive power.

The black mist didn't seem to expect Mu Yu to have such a powerful counterattack, and he was scattered and fled by the Thunder Sword for a while. As the black fog dissipated, a figure was revealed, it was the existence that threatened Mu Yu.

At this time, Mu Yu was already tired and out of breath, but he did not stop to rest. He knew that this was just the beginning, and that there were more fierce battles waiting for him. He needs to recover his strength as soon as possible and be ready for the next battle.

A powerful force of heaven and earth thunder surged through his body, as if it was about to tear his body apart. However, instead of being afraid, he condensed this power into a brilliant thunderbolt and attacked fiercely in the direction that threatened him.

It was a black mist, as strange and mysterious as a ghost. It appears silently, giving people an inexplicable sense of fear. However, Mu Yu's eyes did not flinch, and he rushed towards the black mist.

The power of thunder collided with the black mist in the air, making a deafening loud bang. The black mist was instantly torn apart by the power of thunder, turning into pieces of black fragments that drifted in the air.

Mu Yu's figure also became blurred under the power of this thunder, as if it merged into the heavens and the earth. He felt his power growing, as if he wanted to take the whole world into his own hands.

With the movement of his mind, the power of heaven and earth thunder instantly converged into a brilliant beam of thunder and lightning, attacking towards the dark and evil aura.

The beam of thunder and lightning was like a sword of heavenly punishment, cutting through the air with a deafening loud sound. It instantly pierced through the dark mist, scattering the evil aura in all directions.