The two demon generals on the grassland, as well as the demon elder who had a more advanced realm, and the prince of the Snow Old City, had extremely solemn expressions. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The remnants of that sword intent floated to the top of Nuorilang Peak.

The demon marshal stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, sniffed it in front of his nose, and was slightly alarmed.

The head of Lishan had broken through more than ten years ago, but it didn't get much attention. In the eyes of many people, this veteran Dao who has never left the mountain gate, but only relied on the mastery of the Lishan Sword Sect and hundreds of years of cultivation to break through to the sacred realm very reluctantly, which is really nothing.

Who would have thought that his kendo cultivation would be so amazing that he had already reached the second threshold.

Mao Qiuyu looked at the head of Lishan and said, "I have to work hard for you today." ”

The head of the mountain glanced at the top of Nuorilang Peak, waved his hand and said, "I can't beat this murderer." ”

Without waiting for Mao Qiuyu to speak, he pointed to the two demon generals on the grassland and said, "These two can't beat me, let me come." ”

Mao Qiuyu and Huairen were slightly stunned, thinking how frank this was, and thinking about who would deal with the demon handsome?

I didn't have time to think about it, the fog in the passage under the night was getting heavier and heavier, and the tall figures were getting clearer and clearer.

The Demon Patriarch and the prince of the Snow Old City have already descended on the battlefield, and if they are not stopped, the Chinese military tent will suffer a direct attack.

The breeze was slightly blowing, and Huai Ren greeted the prince in the brocade robe, and Mao Qiuyu waved his sleeves and stopped the member of the Senate.

Holding a sword in his right hand and a sheath in his left hand, the head of the mountain stepped on the rainbow light and walked towards the two demon generals.

The powerhouses of the Sanctuary appeared one after another, and the powerful aura kept colliding, rolling up countless winds and dust.

A sword light tore through everything between heaven and earth, and the next heavenly light illuminated the grassland.

Demonic breath as thick as night erupted from the valley, like a real abyss dragon, devouring the sword light.

The sky is turned upside down, and the sky is dark.

Countless unimaginable magical pictures were staged between the sky and the earth in turn, some of the peaks adjacent to Nuorilang were all flattened, and the golden blood flowed from the sky, burning in the wind, emitting infinite heat and holy light, but the blood of the demon powerhouse was like ink, staining the sky even darker.

In a short period of time, it seems as if countless days and nights have passed.

The Terran army on the grassland relied on the barrier of the formation, and struggled to support in the fluctuations caused by the collision of the strong in the holy realm, and occasionally the military masters and crossbow arrays inside wanted to help the strong people of the holy domain of the human race, but they couldn't get rid of the infestation of the wolf horse, and they couldn't get out of it at all.

The demon marshal remained out of the way, his cold and cruel gaze piercing through the helmet and looking somewhere to the south, not knowing who was waiting for him.

More than 100 miles to the west, it is the right battalion with the most dangerous position of the Western Route Army.

No one thought that as the most important big man in the Western Route Army, King Xiang did not stay in the rear, nor did he pay attention to the people in the Lingzhou Military Mansion, but stayed here.

The streamers in front of Nuorilang Peak are clearly visible in the sky, and although they are separated by more than a hundred miles, they seem to be close to the eyes.

King Xiang held the fat that flowed from the edge of his belt with both hands, squinting at the sword light and demonic energy, not knowing what he was thinking.

If he had set off at the beginning of the battle, he would have had time to participate in this rare battle of the powerhouses of the Holy Domain.

But he didn't do that, he thought it was far from the most critical moment, and the most critical thing was that the people had not yet arrived.

Yes, just like the Demon Shuai, he is also waiting for the arrival of a person.

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"Come!

A shout of surprise rang out from behind the Chinese military tent.

The shouts were like sparks falling into boiling oil, and soon spread throughout the barracks and all over the battlefield.

Whether it was the Terran soldiers or the wolf riders who were desperately attacking on the periphery, they all heard that voice in the distance.

Here it comes.

The man finally came.

The wind is howling.

The sand crackled against the blades of grass.

A man appeared in front of everyone, dressed in a white-washed cloth shirt, with shabby eyebrows and eyes, and looked like a bookkeeper who owed a lot of money.

Wang Po is here.

No one knows where he was just now.

No one knows where he came from.

It's not a Chinese military tent, he doesn't have the habit of standing next to the boss.

It's not a utility room, he doesn't have the spirit of playing the world.

He came from the south.

To the south is the world of the Terrans.

His shoulders were still slumped as usual, and he could easily hold the hilt of the knife.

At this time, the grassland was in chaos, full of tragic battles of life and death, shouts and cries of killing came and went, and the wind and flying sand covered the eyes of many people.

In such a vast and complicated picture, Wang Po is just a very inconspicuous small dot, and no one should notice it.

But when he came from the south, everyone, including the soldiers and strong men on the demon side, saw him.

No matter how shabby his clothes are, no matter how ordinary his temperament is, and no matter how dazzling the world is, he still has the strongest sense of existence.

The demon marshal closed his eyes.

The temperature at the summit dropped dramatically, and the black rocks were covered with a shallow layer of hoarfrost.

In the face of an opponent like Wang Po, even he has to be cautious and go all out.

Wang Po's speed didn't seem to be fast, just like an ordinary walk, but he soon passed through the Terran military camp and came to the battlefield.

The situation on the battlefield is extremely complex, and unexpected situations may occur at any time, bringing many variables and dangers.

But Wang Po did not speed up his pace, nor did he change the direction of progress, and still walked quietly like this.

The demon marshal was gathering momentum with his eyes closed, preparing for the encounter later, which must have been an earth-shattering thunderous blow.

Wang Po is no stranger to this.

At the beginning of the temple in Tanzhe Temple on the outskirts of Beijing, he sat under the ginkgo tree for more than ten days and nights, and the iron knife never came out of the sheath.

In this way, he was able to slash the iron tree with a knife on the bank of Luoshui.

At this time, he walked towards the peak, and this process was also gaining momentum.

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The ranking method of the Demon General is similar to that of the Great Zhou God General, and seniority and fame will be considered, but the more important thing is the absolute strength.

Syndicate is now the third demon general of the demon race, the realm strength is very strong, and no one in the current Great Zhou God General is his opponent, plus he is deeply trusted by the young demon lord, and has been awarded some powerful magic weapons, in terms of combat power, he can be regarded as a real Sanctuary powerhouse.

Just now, he was cut off a small piece of magic horn by that sword light, and he was injured and bleeding, extremely embarrassed, in addition to the fact that the sword of the head of the mountain was indeed mysterious, it was also related to his somewhat light enemies.

And he didn't expect the sword in the old man's hand to be so sharp and terrifying.

This injury made him sober and cautious a lot, and he cooperated with the eighth demon general and some military powerhouses to fight with the head of the mountain, and he was very calm.

He saw Wang Po who was walking through the battlefield, but he couldn't get rid of the sword intent shrouded by the head of the mountain, let out a sharp roar, and ordered the wolf rider to attack Wang Po, and at the same time signaled the eighth demon general to cooperate with him with his eyes, driving the entire battle group towards the center of the battlefield.

No matter how terrible those wolf riders were, it was impossible to hurt Wang Po, and the third demon general understood this, he just hoped to interrupt Wang Po's momentum.

In a battle at the level of Wang Po and Demon Shuai, even the slightest impact may directly change the trend of victory and defeat.

The head of the mountain guessed the intention of this demon general, his long eyebrows fluttered slightly, and his fingers flicked slightly.

The Sky Covering Sword was smashing the third magic weapon at this time, slashing the eighth demon general covered in blood, and suddenly encountered the finger wind, and let out a crisp sword sound.

The sound of the sword was extremely clear, and it spread throughout the grassland.

Several seemingly ordinary soldiers walked out of the chaotic battlefield and came to Wang Po's side.

The wolf riders began to charge.

The bloodthirsty giant wolf's eyes were full of madness, and the demon cavalry let out an ugly howl.

Several sword intents rose into the sky and slashed past.

Those ordinary soldiers were all elders of the Lishan Sword Hall!

The cold sword flickered, and the wolf riders fell to the ground one after another, splashing countless stained blood.

Several Sword Hall elders walked beside Wang Po like bodyguards.

Whichever way the wolf rider rushes from, they will be killed.

They had to make sure that Wang Po would not be disturbed in any way.

Even if it affects their sword, or even makes them hurt.

Before the battle with the Demon Shuai began, Wang Po should have done nothing.

In many people's eyes, this is the way to see the big picture.

But Wang Po has never been a person who can accept the kindness of others with peace of mind.

If he had done that, how could his knife have been as powerful as it is today?

To the west of the grassland, Daogu Huairen was fighting against the member of the Demon Patriarchate.

The clear and solemn finger strength, like an arrow feather, traveled through the sky, shattering dozens of vitality locks, leaving a deep blood hole on the demon elder's body.

The Divine Finger of the World Creek is really extraordinary, especially when it is displayed by the powerhouses of the Holy Domain.

The demon patriarch let out a loud roar, reached out and snatched the scepters of the two tribal patriarchs, sucking up the divine souls attached to them, and his injuries healed suddenly.

Not only that, his demon body became taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, more than ten zhang tall, and he was covered in the sky and night, like a god and demon.

At this moment, a crisp golden sound suddenly sounded in the distance.

That's iron rubbing, and the knife will come out of its sheath!

The expression of the demon patriarch changed suddenly, and after confirming that it was too late to dodge, he let out a desperate scream, and fell towards Huairen Daogu like a mountain!

The night was cut open by the sword intent that seemed to come from the sky.

There were several crisp sounds, and several wounds appeared on the shoulders of the demon patriarch.

The light of the sky fell on the dust, white as silk, converging into a cloud, and bombarded the chest of the demon patriarch.

The demon patriarch suddenly shattered, turned into a sky full of black powder, and sprinkled one after another, and the weeds in a radius of several miles withered when touched!

Huairen Daogu's face was pale, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of her lips.

She looked into the middle of the battlefield.

Wang Po walked towards the mountain peak, as if he had done nothing.

Many lines of sight fell on his side.

His hand was already gripping the scabbard.

His thumb rests on the underside of the hilt.

The iron knife was exposed.