Chapter 371: Struggle

300,000 miles away, Chu Fan sat on the bow of the ship, his closed eyes opened, in the dark night, he couldn't see his five fingers, but his gaze could penetrate the night, like the vision of God.

The sky of China, with no bright moon in sight, is all covered by gunsmoke, full of the smell of war, so far away, Chu Fan can feel the flying war, sitting on the battleship, it seems that he can also feel that the earth is collapsing, and the mountains are collapsing.

The wind and clouds are changing, the smoke is billowing, the bright moon and the stars are blocked, and the three warships shuttle through it, as fast as the speed of light, countless miles in an instant.

"Has the Great War begun?" Standing up, Chu Fan looked into the distance and whispered to himself, his black clothes fluttering in the night wind, his black hair falling like thousands of stars, the breath on his body was amazing, and his blood filled the sky.

Starry Sky City can no longer be called a city, the impregnable city walls have been reduced to wreckage, the buildings have turned to ashes, and the earth has collapsed, forming ravines.

The war here has spread to the distant mountains, countless peaks have turned into dust, and many lives have been annihilated in them.

It was the middle of the night, and the killing had not ended, but had become even more severe.

"Haha, haha!" Chu San stood on the broken watchtower, looking up and smiling sadly, his body was full of blood, and half of his body was exposed to the white bones, but in the white bones, there was still a trace of blood red.

Of the forty-nine people, he was the only one left, his expression was full of sorrow, and the anger in his eyes was enough to burn the heavens and the earth.

"Dead, dead, all dead." Holding the broken big knife in his hand, Chu San muttered to himself, two lines of blood and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, scanning the vast battlefield, but he didn't see those old brothers, all of them were dead, dead in the hands of the Demon Emperor and the Ghost Emperor.

If it weren't for the Ghost Emperor and the Demon Emperor who didn't want to kill them in a hurry, I am afraid they would not have lasted so long, in the eyes of the other party, they were ants and clowns.

The Ghost Emperor and the Demon Emperor stood in the air, looking down with a sneer, there was only coldness in their eyes, whether it was the death of the sunset soldiers or the fall of the people in Huaxia, he didn't care.

For the two of them, what is really important is to win, to rule the Western Barbarians, and to prepare for the return of the Reincarnation Palace, which is the real mission of the two.

"Kill!" Chu San stepped on his feet, and rushed towards the Youhuang with a broken knife in his hand, even if he died, he would die on the way to the charge, even if the blood was spilled on the earth, what was the pity?!

Duan Sihan stood on the ruined city wall, looking at this scene, he couldn't help but feel a sadness in his heart, the rebellion in his heart became stronger and stronger, the broken halberd in his hand seemed to feel something, and there was a loud roar, and the sealed battle intent in it seemed to break through the seal.

In the end, Chu San was killed by the Youhuang in a battle, the heavenly spirit cover was broken, the eyeballs flew out of the eyes, and the body exploded, and he died in battle, and the blood stained the earth.

"It's time to end, when the sun rises, everything will turn to ashes, whether it is the sunset or Huaxia Sheng, it is all a wedding dress." The Demon Emperor swept in all directions, and the blood that rushed to the sky came into his eyes, but he was expressionless and ignored.

Immediately afterwards, the Demon Emperor and the Ghost Emperor both exerted their great magical powers, and one by one runes and fireballs fell from the sky, making countless Chinese people hate here.

Seeing this, Long Yu mourned in his heart, the army of 1.5 million is now very small, even those monks who rushed to the scene are almost dead, Starry Sky City is really about to become an empty city, hell on earth, Jedi on earth!

Directly shook Song Maojun away, Long Yu swooped down, and with a wave of the green sword, there were two sword qi that shrouded the Demon Emperor and the Ghost Emperor.

"I can't help myself!" The Demon Emperor snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved, and cast the third slash of the Nine Devouring Demon Slashes, directly killing Long Yu.

And the Youhuang is also very strong, holding a black scepter, and with a wave, a black light rushes out, like a black dragon rushing up, rolling the heavens and the earth, and the hurricane is surging.

At the same time, Song Maojun stepped down with one foot, the golden light was shining, covering the heaven and the earth, and he wanted to trample Long Yu to death under his feet.

At the same time, he fought with the three of them, Long Yu was invincible, the green sword in his hand was broken in half, the lower half of his body was completely blasted into meat sauce, and the blood mist filled the sky, only the upper body was still suspended in the air, and a drop of blood was dripping, which was very miserable.

Those Huaxia monks who survived and were still fighting bloodily, when they saw Long Yu in such a tragic situation, they couldn't help but feel sad and raised their heads and cried out.

The 1.5 million army was all lost, no one survived, and Starry Sky City was almost slaughtered, leaving only a few children hiding in the corner, sobbing softly, their faces pale and frightened by the tragic situation in front of them.

The people who are still alive today are all really strong people, and their means are all through the sky, but as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer people, and they only see the sunset soldiers surging, like a swarm of ants with no end in sight.

"Haha, Huaxia will not die!" Even if only the upper body remained, Long Yu was still strong, the broken sword in his hand turned into a green dragon, turning clouds and spitting mist in the air, directly approaching Song Maojun, and at the same time, he opened his mouth and spit out countless sword qi, wanting to slash the Emperor in his hand.

However, his own hands swam like two dragons, and a huge sword shadow appeared behind him, surrounded by green lotus, and the whole person was extremely sublimated, this was his last fight.

In the sky, Song Maojun's left shoulder was pierced by the green sword, and the blood was gurgling, but the green sword also became a bright green light in an instant, dissipating between heaven and earth.

The face of the Emperor of the Dark Emperor remained unchanged, and he walked up with a scepter, but the power of the countless sword qi was beyond imagination, and he almost died, his body was full of blood holes, and blood spurted from his mouth, like a spring.

Such an injury is not fatal to Song Maojun and Youhuang at all, and they can recover in an instant.

"I want you to die, but you shall not live." The voice of the Demon Emperor came out, and the avenue was permeated, as if his words were Tianwei, the rules of this heaven and earth.

"You are worthy to call yourself me?" The body is like a sword, the heart is like a sword, such attainments, there are not a few people in the heaven and earth, Long Yu turned himself into a sword, slashed at the Demon Emperor, the space was distorted, and all obstacles were destroyed by him.

"Devouring the Seventh of the Nine Demon Eaters, Falling Moon!" The Demon Emperor never trusts it, and with his cultivation, he can naturally see that the dragon fishing at this moment can be transformed into a complete realm, so he directly performs the seventh slash.

A full moon seemed to fall from the nine heavens, sprinkling the vast moonlight, enveloping the dragon fishery, as if the entire canopy of heaven was pressed down.

The body is like a sword, even if it is this falling moon, it can't stop Long Yu, he directly penetrates the falling moon, and the sword qi is even stronger.

The Demon Emperor was dressed in a black robe for hunting, his eyes narrowed into a thin slit, his face was solemn, but he was not afraid of dragon fishing, he stepped forward directly, and threw a punch, fierce and domineering, like a big star falling down, revealing a powerful and amazing aura.

"Bang!"

This place exploded directly, like the end of the world, dark, colorful, overflowing, very terrifying, like countless ghosts rushing out of the underworld, to subvert the sky.

When everything dissipated, I saw that Long Yu's whole body was covered in blood, only the upper half of his body was left, and at this moment, his white bones were exposed, and there was a cold air, he was on the verge of despair, suspended in the air, and the breath on his body was like a dead man, and he no longer had sword intent.

"If you want to kill the emperor, you are not enough." Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, black gas came out of the Demon Emperor's body, and the whole person looked up, like a Demon Venerable, he raised his hand and pressed towards Long Yu.

If he was hit by this giant hand, Long Yu would die, saying that it was too late and that was fast, Duan Sihan held the broken halberd, cut through the sky, and blocked in front of Long Yu, the rebellion in his eyes was very strong, and the broken halberd in his hand was like an ancient god and demon reviving.

The broken halberd revived on its own and flew out of Duan Sihan's hands, and the battle intent contained in it was a kind of struggle for fate, and it was even more unwilling in my heart, and the remaining resentment.