In the vast caverns of the Nine Nether Realms, magma was tumbling wantonly, and there were more than 10,000 monks on both sides, all of whom gathered into the large army at this moment, and a huge decisive battle began.

Although the total number of people is tens of thousands, there are more than a dozen people who have won the title of Wanhu Hou, because in the previous continuous fighting, the monks are constantly resurrecting, once the number of kills reaches 10,000, they can obtain the title of Wanhu Hou of the Nine Nether Realm.

There are a few outstanding Wanhu Marquis in both camps, who are heroes and lead the monks in battle.

When there is really a galloping tiger and a thousand horses, every monk will not be afraid, because they are all affected by this atmosphere, and what they think in their hearts is to fight to the end and never give in.

"Brother Li, hurry up, it's time for us to strengthen our record. Lin Feng picked up the Yanlong Sword and joined his camp.

"Good fellow, now the enemies are all together, and there is no need to worry about catching them. Li Zhou picked up the silver and white square heavenly painting halberd, and the pilot's mount, the Flame Demon Tiger, followed.

On a battlefield like this, there are no complicated Taoist competitions, some only straightforward battles, and almost all the monks who come here are monks who come and go to Aoki Castle, and many of them are equipped with unique skills.

Under the shouts of several men who were good at directing the battle, the strong warriors carried them at the front, bearing the fierce attack of the enemy. And the mage and the archer are trying their best to output in the back, in fact, the record ranking of the Nine Nether Realm is not only related to the number of kills, but also related to the number of assists, three assists, which is equivalent to one kill, so the warrior carries the front of the team, and there is no complaint, but you can experience the pleasure of wandering on the edge of life and death and letting go.

There are definitely some people who can make a breakthrough in such an environment. When cultivation encounters a bottleneck, if you want to break through, you often need to be in such an environment.

As for those assassins who are good at stealing their tracks, they are constantly flashing in the battlefield, and the stalkers take advantage of this chaos. From time to time, he shows up and harvests those unsuspecting local warriors.

Lin Feng didn't reserve his strength too much, in order to have a good fight, he simply released the silver Jiao, harnessed the silver Jiao with golden scales, galloped on the battlefield of the Nine Nether Realm, and with a wave of his hand, the huge red sword with a length of more than one hundred and fifty zhang swept away like a hot dragon. The enemy monks, shrouded in swords, were unable to resist, and turned into green smoke and came back to life.

And the resurrected monk will become a member of Lin Feng's camp, once the number of kills in one camp increases, the momentum will disappear, and it will be very difficult for the other camp to flip over.

"Who is this person? Why did a guy with such strong combat power suddenly appear and kill hundreds of monks in a moment. A marquis of ten thousand households frowned and said in surprise.

"This guy hid his cultivation at first. Now it's time for Armageddon to let go of the harvest. Wu Qiong, you go and ask for his name, and you can win over the people who will become our blood alliance in the future. Another long-bearded marquis ordered to the commander next to him.

"Elder Chen, the little one is going to ask. Commander Wu Qiong picked up two eight-sided plum blossom bright silver hammers, and kept hammering down with his hands, smashing over the monks who were blocking the way. Fight your way out.

Wu Qiong rushed over and asked loudly, "Can the generals in the army leave their names?"

Lin Feng was wielding a knife and fighting vigorously, when he suddenly heard such a question, he felt a little like a famous story in his previous life: "On the Changsaka Slope, Zhao Zilong rode the savior alone." In the million-strong army of Cao Jun, he broke through, and when Cao Cao sent Cao Hong to ask his name, Zhao Zilong said loudly: "Zhao Zilong is also from Changshan!", which is really majestic. ”

Thinking of this, Lin Feng felt that it was quite interesting, he was in the same situation as a tiger general like Zhao Zilong, so he was bold and shouted: "I am the Zixuan royal family, Lin Feng is also!"

After speaking, he didn't pay attention to the thousand-commander Wu Qiong who asked the question, and still brandished the Yanlong Sword like a whirlwind to rush left and right, fighting arbitrarily.

"What a guy with huge potential, it seems that the realm is only in the late stage of the Eightfold True Pill realm of blood condensation, but the combat power that erupted is shocking. The Marquis of Jinjia Wanhu also noticed Lin Feng, and decided in his heart to recruit Lin Feng after the battle of the Nine Nether Realms was over.

After all, the real talent is the one that every blood alliance and the general force is eager to take under its banner.

"Poof~"

It was another sky-high red sword, blasting dozens of monks out of the sky and turning into green smoke, Lin Feng's essence and blood energy accumulation was extremely strong, and he had been bursting out like this powerful sword, never stopping, and he would not feel tired.

The enemy monks gradually noticed Lin Feng's outstanding performance and discussed it a lot.

"Who is this person, and why is the combat power so amazing? ”

"His sword aura is as strong as a fire dragon, but he doesn't have much reputation in Aoki City. ”

"It seems that he is a rising star, and he is a battle maniac, so let's avoid him a little, lest it blow up into smoke under this sword and delay the killing of the enemy. ”

On the battlefield, the sword light and sword shadows flickered and misty, and the qi of various colors erupted, which contrasted with the surrounding magma field environment, which could be described as surging.

As time goes by, the level of battle becomes more and more intense, and there are as many people who have won the title of centurion as the carp crossing the river, and there are not many people who become the commander of a thousand soldiers, after all, even if they kill more than nine hundred monks, they are not considered a thousand commanders, and the Nine Nether Realm will truthfully record statistics, and the number of kills must reach one thousand, so that he is a veritable thousand masters!

Some cultivators who have cultivated in the realm of the Eightfold Blood Condensation Pill may not be able to obtain the title of Commander, and the performance on the spot is also a very important aspect. For example, the elder of the Zixuan Imperial Family Law Enforcement Hall had participated in the Nine Nether Realm so many times before, and had never received the title of Thousand Commanders.

Lin Feng looked at the situation on the battlefield, it was less than half an hour before the battle of the Nine Nether Realms ended, there were twelve marquis of ten thousand households, and there were more than seventy commanders.

And Li Zhou has now won the title of Commander of a Thousand Commanders, and he is also a fierce general, the Flame Demon Tiger who controls it, lifts the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and comes and goes like the wind in the battle array, with a fierce momentum.

This is a pure battle of martial arts and courage, if the monks are killed, turned into green smoke, and immediately resurrected as people from the opposing camp, and the battle record is constantly accumulated, and will not be emptied, they do not have any worries, what they think in their hearts is how to maximize their combat effectiveness.

At this time, something strange appeared on the battlefield of the Nine Nether Realms, a stone man covered in purple light, about a dozen zhang tall, quite huge.

According to experienced people, this kind of stone people are all made of purple star jade, and if they are killed, a large amount of purple star jade on their bodies is a lot of income.

There were very few monks who were not interested in the Purple Star Jade, and in the midst of the fierce battle, everyone rushed towards these purple stone people. No matter how strong their defenses were, they couldn't withstand the siege of so many monks, and soon they let out a wail and fell to the ground, scattered into piles of purple star jade.

The monks' eyes lit up when they saw this large amount of wealth, and they rushed to collect it with storage bags, and at this time, the fight was even more fierce.

In order to obtain more resources for his Golden Sword Alliance, Lin Feng couldn't pretend to be high, so he also participated in the ranks of competing for Purple Star Jade, once he set his sights on a bunch of Purple Star Jade, he directly went over and waved a few blades, shaking away the monks surrounding him, and then neatly collected the Purple Star Jade piled up like a hill into the storage bag.

These purple star jades can make the strength of the Golden Sword Alliance much stronger, and what the Blood Alliance needs most is all kinds of cultivation resources and wealth.

At this time, the fiery red halo in the Nine Netherworlds was even more intense, and there was a misty feeling, as if they were in a dreamy world.

Lin Feng felt a thought, this was an automatic reminder from the Nine Nether Realm: "There is still a moment before this Nine Nether Realm battle is over, and I also invite all the warriors to have the most bloody battle and hit a higher ranking!"

Receiving this reminder, all the monks lifted their spirits and launched the final sprint one by one, they knew very well that the higher they ranked in the battle of the Nine Nether Realms, the more generous the rewards they would get, this was the rule set by the Blue Emperor in ancient times, and it has been passed down like this for a long time.

Suddenly, the sound of shouts of killing and the metal clash of blades were heard endlessly. There are many monks who have done something quite interesting, they have stayed in the positions where some of the monks have often been resurrected, and then they have been spinning and swinging their weapons, sending out some storms of qi. Especially when so many monks started together, the storm of qi that was triggered was very strong, and once a monk was resurrected in this position, he was immediately killed and reincarnated.

Those unlucky monks will find it difficult to improve their records and rank higher.

"Brother Lin, why are you still a commander now, this time the Nine Nether Realms are coming to an end, with your strength, don't you feel any regrets?" Li Zhou said.

Lin Feng estimated that he had killed more than 7,000 monks, and he was indeed a little far from the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households, and the time was very short.

And Li Zhou killed nearly two thousand monks, and both of them have the same title of Thousand Commanders at the moment, no wonder Li Zhou would remind Lin Feng that he had to fight harder, otherwise the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households would be lost.

In fact, at the time of the Armageddon, the number of Wanhu Marquis did not increase, and it was not easy to kill 10,000 monks. The largest increase was given to the centurion, while the millurion also increased to a certain extent.

Lin Feng suddenly felt that if he continued to fight like this with the Yanlong Knife, it was not enough to obtain the title of Marquis of Wanhu before the battle ended, so only by using a large-scale attack trick could he have an immediate effect.

"Qiankun big grinding plate!"

Lin Feng let out a long roar, took out the golden grinding disc from the storage bag, and drove the silver Jiao to gallop on the battlefield, the magic trick in his hand changed, and the golden grinding disc smashed like a meteorite outside the sky.

"What is that? a golden meteorite?" the monks on the battlefield of the Nine Nether Realms all looked up at the golden millstone. (To be continued......)