The fist can collapse the sky, the power can destroy the mountain, and the fist arm of the giant spirit god is like a horizontal mountain, and a punch leads to the roaring red dragon.

The wind pressure contracted before the fist, and the fist forcibly grabbed the dancing red dragon, and slammed into the fist with the tip of the fiery spear.

The strength shattered the real fire, and the strong wind that burst out like a god howled, crushing the upper and lower directions, causing the refugees on the ground to fall like grass.

Even if Yin Tulong took the initiative to attack, flew over dozens of miles, and avoided an unknown number of refugees, he still could not avoid casualties. As the saying goes, there are 10,000 people, and the number of 10,000 people is already difficult to see at a glance, let alone the more than one million people here.

But at this time, I can't care so much.

And Yin Slaying Dragon and the Giant Spirit God were shocked at the same time, each retreated, and under the sympathy of qi and machine, there was also a violent body tremor in the military formations of both sides, bleeding from the seven orifices, and even being shocked to death by a strong force that was conducted.

The blessing of the military formation, the collusion of the Dao fruit, this makes the soldiers and generals form a whole, when the generals of the two sides fight, the qi will also conduct the aftermath and come to the military formation.

In this whole, the individual soldier is like a cell, and a cell is too fragile compared to the overall fighting. Even if others are involved, casualties are still unavoidable.

But that's exactly what wars are all the time in this world.

In a big war between the two sides, the military formation must not only collide with the opponent's military formation, but also suffer the aftermath of the battle of the strong, which is the cruelty of war.

At the beginning of the confrontation, it seemed that there was no distinction between the top and the bottom, although Yin Tulong was accommodating the Great Divine Dao Fruit of the Three Altars of the Sea Society, and he was a real master of fighting, but the Giant Spirit God was not easy to deal with.

His name is the Giant Spirit God, but this is only his title when he was in the fifth grade, and his fourth-grade Dao Fruit is the same origin as the Giant Spirit God, and has the river god Giant Spirit Hu who changed the course of the Yellow River and collapsed Huayue. In addition, he is Zhang Zhixuan's Taoist soldier, and in terms of strength, he can really compete with Yin Tulong.

The wind roared, the three-headed and six-armed Yin Slaying Dragon retreated and advanced again, stepping on the hot wheels to attack and kill, the gun was like the fire of the prairie fire, and occasionally there was a rigid and soft magic weapon, that is, the Qiankun circle, the chaotic sky and the silk saw the seams and inserted the needle, attacking from the left and right.

The giant spirit god carried the altar in one hand, and grasped the camera like a dragon's claw with the other, and took the spear of fire.

The armor on his body was as earthy yellow as a rock, and a heavy aura permeated from within, and the Qiankun circle hit his body, which only made his body shake, and it was difficult to break the armor that covered his body.

"Four-grade Dao Device!"

Yin Slaying Dragon's eyes are no different, and he immediately saw that this armor is not only an extraordinary material, but also contains Dao fruit, although he doesn't know the specific face, but looking at its effectiveness, it is undoubtedly a four-grade product.

"The djinn is really gang."

The gang qi is like a substantial wind wall, bombarding the shadow of the gun, and the big hand into a claw is grasping the body of the fire-tipped spear.

Yin Tulong shook a spear flower, the gun formed a line, pierced through the air in the palm of his hand, and focused on the real fire without retreating.

"Bang!"

The flames swept through, and when it covered the upper body of the Djinn God, a wave of flame raged out of it, scorching the Djinn God's armor redden, and even began to show signs of melting.

The flames are flying, hidden into the shape of a dragon, and the number of nine extremes can be seen, and the giant spirit god and the altar are wrapped.

The giant spirit god has a Taoist weapon, Yin Slaying Dragon does not have it, the jade void view is scarce, but the family background is rich, basically everyone has a Taoist weapon, and there are many people who carry three-grade Taoist weapons. Like Yin slaying the dragon, he has a three-grade Dao weapon Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, showing his power at this moment.

The Nine Dragons roared, and in an instant they were about to turn into the shape of a bell, but the Djinn God was not alone.

On the altar he held, there are still five four-rank standers, among which there is Lu Tianpeng.

Seeing that the Nine Dragons were about to be encircled, Lu Tianpeng raised his bow again and shot the condensed blood arrows on the bow.

However, at this moment, a figure appeared on Yin Tulong's shoulder, also with a bow and arrows.

The large bow with a pale yellow color was pulled away, and the bronze-colored arrows were entangled, condensing the sharpness of the sky.

Arrow to arrow, although the size can not be compared with the shooting bow, but there is a vast atmosphere that fills the sky, and the head of the person who draws the bow is even more eternal, and the eternal breath emerges, condensing the image of the towering sky.

"The people of the Wind Clan······" Lu Tianpeng said in a low voice.

"Ji Jiji ·······" On Yin Tulong's shoulder, Feng Manlou also whispered.

The two of them also drew their bows and arrows, and the tips of the arrows were like invisible magic attracting each other, facing each other in the air.

"Boom!"

The bow is like a thunderbolt, the arrow is like a rainbow through the sun, the two arrows are-for-tat against Mai Mang, impartially colliding together, Ruicai and blood light turned into a thunderous sharp light, colliding and entangled, and shooting in all directions at the same time.

"Boom!"

In the rain of blood, there were many thunderbolts, which reached the ground from the air, and bombarded the mountains and the earth and the two giant gods.

One is the Sky Bow, one of the five soldiers of the military god.

The other is the Yellow Emperor's divine soldier - Qiankun Bow and Heaven-Shaking Arrow.

The eldest princess also cared a lot about a certain son-in-law, so he took this royal treasure with him before leaving.

The two big bows came from the two sides that were rivals to each other, and the bows and arrows collided, surging thunderbolts, causing the altar to shake, and scorch marks appeared on Yin Slaying Dragon and the Giant Spirit God at the same time.

And the real fire really manifested in the form of a dragon, roaring towards the giant spirit god.

"Yuanjun."

Feng Bo shouted at this time, his hands to the sky, and he attracted a shocking storm, coming from the north, with a turbulent sound.

The sound of the torrential rain could not hide the roar of the torrent, and a stream of fury was surging from between the mountains into the battlefield.

The wind and the torrential rain together attract the torrent, rushing in from the side, watching its trend, first of all, it is necessary to break the battlefield of the Heavenly Soldiers and the Yellow Turban Warriors, and then to involve the refugees together, which can be described as a thousand wounds to the enemy and eight hundred self-losses.

But the Taiping Sect lacks everything at the moment, that is, there is no shortage of people, and they need the negative emotions of living beings.

In the bloody rain, there was still an endless stream of light and shadow merging into the blood-colored sun-like hole, and the sky fluctuated, turbulent with a majestic atmosphere.

"Senior brother, fill it in."

Yin Tulong also made a move at this time, and one of the arms behind him made a throwing shape, throwing out an afterimage. A Taoist riding a dragon-bearded tiger was thrown out by Yin Slaying Dragon and rushed into the torrent.

"Poor road, that's a town, not a fill."

There was still an afterglow in the wind.

It is also strange to say that after this person fell into the torrent, he immediately let the turbulent torrent stagnate, and it slowed down completely unreasonably, although there was still a stream of water rushing into the battlefield, but the water surface could only reach knees, and it was difficult to break the military formation of the heavenly soldiers.

At the same time, Jiang Li crossed the air, and suddenly a pure saint aura appeared on his body, and his face was also a bit solemn.

He stretched out his hand and threw up a rag pocket, punched out a pure Buddha qi, and entered the pocket, and in an instant, he saw that the pocket had become several times larger, and the mouth of the bag was opened, and a huge suction force took a series of panicked figures.

"Seed bag!"

In all directions, there seemed to be someone shouting, especially on the altar, Feng Bo was the first to notice the abnormality and exclaimed, "It's ······"

In such a short period of time, the human seed bag was refined?!

"It's a trick." Lu Tianpeng didn't see much surprise.

In a short period of time, even with Tianxuan's help, he would not be able to break the ban, let alone refine the human seed bag. But the magic weapon is dead, and the person is alive, since there is no way to change the human seed bag to an owner, then turn yourself into the owner of the human seed bag.

Jiang Li planned to create the Qi of the White Lotus Holy Mother, and even the true qi was imitated exactly the same, and with the help of Tianxuan, he recognized the prohibition, and he really deceived this dead magic weapon.

However, the Taiping Sect ignored it because Jiang Li had not used the human seed bag before, so that at this moment, he was seized of the opportunity to collect people in a big way.

It was really decisive.

The thought crossed everyone's minds.

If you can keep holding on and not making a move, even if the refugees continue to die and be injured, they still endure until now is the best time······

A large number of refugees were sucked into the seed bag with those Taiping Sect believers, and Jiang Li flicked his eyebrows, and the clear light swept through, releasing all the fellow disciples in the fragments of the Taihao Mirror.

I saw that one by one the cultivators fell to the side of the battlefield, and the group of people at the front immediately raised the strange-looking things in their hands.

"Dada·······"

The ring formed by the six tubes rotated continuously, spewing out air bullets that poured mercilessly onto the Yellow Turban Lux.

Rao's body, which specializes in the flesh of the Yellow Turban Lux, was beaten to the ground in this sudden rain of bullets, and his body trembled.

In less than three breaths, the wheel gun drained the front row of people, and then someone in the back row came to the front and picked up the same gun.

And Jiang Li is the imperial envoy seed bag, pushing forward, constantly absorbing the crowd of people who have fallen into chaos.

The Yellow Turban Lux in front of him was slaughtered, and the refugees were constantly sucked in, which made the momentum of the giant spirit god weaken, and the thought of flying into the air decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The situation seems to have come to a side that is not conducive to the Taiping Sect.

But Lu Tianpeng has always had no different color, and his face has no waves.

"The middle army, the rear army advances, and those who stand in the way are killed." He ordered to Feng Bo.

The Taiping Sect still has a large number of soldiers and horses behind the wave of refugees, and has never joined the battlefield in front of them because of the refugees' blockade.

'Those refugees, those believers······'

Feng Bo's divine sense swept across the earth like the wind, and then gritted his teeth and ordered: "March." ”

At this time, there is no room for unnecessary compassion, and the decisive actions that the other party can make can also be done by oneself.

Moreover, the slaughter can also inspire resentment and resentment, further eroding the heavens.

At the same time, the giant spirit god rushed, and the strong wind brought by his steps swept through a large number of human bodies, bringing a tide of flesh and blood, and the fierce and fierce force crashed into Yin Slaying Dragon's body of Heaven and Earth.

"The mountains are over the sea."

The giant god was like a moving mountain, slamming into the coiling red dragon with an incomparably furious attitude.

(End of chapter)