On the southern border of the Terrans, the war is fighting again, and there is a fog rolling in the distance, covering the sky and the sun.

Emperor Zun Wuming, personally went into battle for the fourth time, leading the demon clan under his command to launch a counterattack.

On the border line, there have always been Qi Refining Grandmasters flying high in the air, watching for the enemy's situation, and as soon as they found something unusual, they immediately sent a message below.

The soldiers quickly lit wolf smoke and beat the drums of war.

In the continuous camp tent behind, countless heavy footsteps sounded one after another.

The soldiers put on their armor and rushed out in a procession to the makeshift Great Wall.

This Great Wall, built and destroyed, destroyed and rebuilt, has always stood on the earth for three years, with perseverance.

Together with thousands of body refiners, Zou Hanshan stood at the head of the city, wearing heavy armor and holding a mace, and there were still blood stains on the surface of the armor he had just wiped, which looked fierce and fierce.

Adapting to the life on the front line, Zou Hanshan's mood has also broadened a lot.

In the face of life and death, what Beishan Village lost three battles and three defeats, and what Guangping was talented on the first day, they are all like children playing at home, which is not worth mentioning.

The impact of Di Xiaofei's impact on the four realms only lasted for a few days, and now he had seen the matter and focused all his attention on the battlefield.

Kill demons, make meritorious contributions, and survive.

Underfoot, the tremor became more and more intense.

In the sky, a black line appeared under the dense fog, quickly spreading in the direction of the human race, like an ant colony, like a sea tide, like a shadow cast by death, gradually covering the earth.

Zou Hanshan clenched the mace in his hand, breathing evenly and steadily, he believed that he could survive today, just like every day in the past......

In some corner, a long howl soared into the sky, and then an impatient scolding:

"Old thing, is there an end?"

Terran Emperor Zun Xiao Tart, still remembering the master's entrustment to him, stayed in the south to deal with the fog in the past, although his whereabouts have been uncertain in the past few years, as long as the fog comes, he will rush back to the battlefield in time.

A streamer of light, swept from the west, rushing into the vast mist.

The offensive and defensive battle has not yet begun, and the two Emperor Realms have taken the lead in fighting.

Although Xiao Tart's cultivation is weak, he relies on the strong recovery power of the Six Realms Refiners, and he is not false at all one-on-one, and he has fought for three years, and the more he fights, the more brave he becomes.

In the past, the fog came three times, and the killing moves came out one after another, but he still couldn't suppress him.

Everyone thought that this time would be similar, but it didn't take long for a figure to retreat from the fog, and his mouth screamed:

"The old thing has paid for it!"

A dark red broken blade came out after it, making a seeping roar, trembling through the void and stabbing at Xiao Tart.

A hundred miles away, the roar still made everyone feel uncomfortable, as if a sharp knife was scraping against their bones.

Several Terran kings who came out of the battle were stunned when they saw this broken blade, and those who were knowledgeable finally recognized it, and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice:

"Imperial soldiers! Killing Blade! ”

The powerhouses of the Emperor Realm are all good at fighting, and they have infinite power when they evolve offensive techniques, and the demon clan pays more attention to the ontology, and is the best at using bloodline supernatural powers.

Many so-called "six-grade" divine soldiers are difficult to turn the tide of the war, and they are all dispensable.

Only weapons that can pose a deadly threat to the Emperor Realm can be called "Emperor Soldiers".

The demon clan has three major emperor soldiers, all of which were left by the demon ancestor before leaving, and each of them has a brilliant record of killing and injuring the powerhouses of the emperor realm.

The "Ten Great Treasures" of the human race, many of which are six-grade, but compared with the three great emperor soldiers, they are still far behind.

The Four Great Demon Emperors rarely used imperial soldiers, just because the price to pay was too great.

When the fog was aimed at the Terran War Ancestor, he only sacrificed a killing blade once, and if he cut off the arm of the War Ancestor, he immediately took it back.

Today, for the second time in thousands of years.

"Did Lao Tzu provoke you?"

Xiao Tzu shouted angrily, kept retreating, and slapped away the killing blade in front of him with a heavy palm.

The dark red killing blade was covered with layers of dry bloodstains, all of which were the blood of the ancient demons of the Emperor Realm back then.

The outermost layer may be the blood of the Terran War Ancestor.

Soaked in the emperor's blood for 3,000 years, the infinite evil qi wrapped around the blade, and the wind whistled, as if there were millions of living beings howling miserably.

Just a broken blade made Xiao Tzu feel dangerous.

With a single killing blade, he can handle it, but there is also the Emperor Zun Fog not far away, and when the fog is boiling, a killing move is already ready to be launched.

On the battlefield, the hearts of several Terran kings sank, and they did not make the situation public, for fear of affecting the morale of the army.

The powerhouses of the demon clan who forced over had already begun to laugh wildly.

"Your Emperor is finished......"

In the northern sky, a long purple glow rendered white clouds, cutting through the arc, across the sky, and flying towards the battlefield.

"Zixia Sword!" Immediately, the king shouted to stabilize his morale.

One of the ten treasures of the human race, the Zixia Flying Sword, was made by the Emperor of the People's Empire, and in an instant, he slashed towards the Emperor Zun Mist.

Fog Ming sneered, and a killing move knocked Xiao Tzu back, and at the same time recalled the killing blade and faced the Zixia Flying Sword.

Edgeworth in the air is still not as flexible as it is on the battlefield.

Swords intersect, thousands of sparks bloom, and the sound of sharp explosions is endless.

After a few encounters, the Zixia Flying Sword had already cut several gaps.

The human emperor's sigh came from afar, "Retreat." ”

He didn't expect this situation, after all, the fog was going to use the imperial soldiers, and it should have been used three years ago, why did it drag on until now?

No matter what the reason, whether it was Xiao Tart's serious injury or the Zixia Flying Sword being cut off, it was a price that the Terrans were unwilling to bear.

The heritage of the four great emperors of the Demon Ancestor is still too deep.

"Want to retreat? Did I let you quit? The fog roared, and he only felt refreshed, and the grievances he had suffered in the past few years disappeared.

At a huge cost, the Imperial Envoy Killing Blade is to let this group of frogs at the bottom of the well see who is the existence they can't afford to provoke!

"Today, either break your flying sword, or cut off Xiao Tart's arm, choose for yourself!"

The voice of the misty voice was full of pleasure.

Xiao Tzu only felt like a mountain of pressure, and kept silently reciting in his heart:

"Master, your precious apprentice is going to be killed, come and save your life."

"Master, your precious apprentice is going to be killed, come and save your life."

"Master......"

On the Great Wall of the Terrans, there was a sudden commotion.

An old man with a thin body and sparse white hair, with a horizontal knife at his waist, slowly walked up to the city.

Looking at the ferocious demons surrounding him, he swiped his fingers forward.

The bodies of the great demons were instantly split in two, and the stumps and severed arms poured down the blood rain.

"King Yin Ping!" Several Terran kings roared, and there was some unbearable in their eyes.

Now that Xiao Tzu is in distress, the battle has shown signs of defeat.

When they are defeated, they can go, but this old prince who is old is very likely to leave his life here.

Rong Ma's lifelong human race king, will he die tragically on the battlefield in the end?

The demon kings are all full of light and ready to move.

In this kind of five realms that are about to die of old age, there is only a wave of explosive strength in the body, and if they carry a wave, they can steadily collect people's heads and earn a lot of merit.

Yin Ping Wang nodded at his colleagues, but instead of defending the city, he jumped down one step, ignoring the dense demon beasts in front of him, and walked alone in the direction of the fog.

Alone, alone in the midst of the enemy's ranks.

Bloody rain and bloody wind, blowing white hair.

This move surprised everyone, and even the demon clan on the opposite side was stunned.

The next moment, I heard the laughter of the Demon Emperor Wuming:

"Let him come!"