The army of cultivators from Liangzhou are at least all cultivators of the third or fourth heaven of the mortal body realm, there are thousands of cultivators in the true body realm, and there are more than 300 cultivators in the Taiyuan realm.

After the collision between the blood dragon and the torrent of steel, there was an extremely tragic large-scale melee, and the entire heaven and earth became a huge grinding plate, which wanted to crush these tens of thousands of living beings into bones and bury them under the rolling yellow sand.

"Kill!" Ye Tianlong is one of them, rushing to kill at the forefront, he is already a true body realm double heaven outside the blade, every move is all over the sky, overwhelming, directly killing the ten ironclad soldiers in front of him, even people and horses.

The sword is cold and indestructible, whether it is the battle armor worn by the soldiers or the iron armor covered by the war horse, it is like paper paste, cut into iron filings, mixed with the flesh and blood in the air, flying all over the sky.

The human sword was one, Ye Tianlong turned into a white light, roaring in front of a general, the sword light slashed continuously, and two good heads flew in the air, which were the heads of the generals and the heads of his war horses, which were extremely bloody and tragic.

The fire girl Zuoqin and others in the Imperial Fire Palace turned into a ball of flames, and the places where they rushed to kill were all a sea of fire, and as soon as the monstrous fire waves rolled, nearly ten ironclad soldiers were burned to charcoal, and the power of mortals could not resist the flame spell after all, and the iron armor they wore would only make them die faster and more miserable.

The charcoal-like flesh mixed with molten iron flowed down, condensing into all kinds of strangely shaped corpses on the yellow sand, which was shocking.

Compared with the fire women and men of the Imperial Fire Palace, the monks of Langya Temple seem to be much softer-hearted, and they are full of compassion, but they rely on their physical strength to collide directly with the war horses of the ironclad soldiers, and they are shocked to death.

Jiang Shan and other swords of Sword God Mountain galloped forward in the ironclad army, and everywhere they passed were sword qi, and a sword qi harvested at least three or five soldiers, and no matter how thick the heavy armor was, it could not resist the cold sword qi of the swordsmen.

The difference in strength between mortal soldiers and cultivators was vividly displayed in the melee, and the cultivators were almost unharmed, while mortal soldiers needed to rely on absolute numbers to besiege and kill a cultivator, and few succeeded.

The three young men of Liangcheng, such as the pig's head, the thin monkey and the little white dragon, formed a small group, fished in troubled waters in the melee, stole chickens and dogs, and did not dare to fight hard with those centurions and thousands, but always attacked and killed those ordinary soldiers.

"Then there is a seriously injured Captain of the Ten Thousand Soldiers?True Body Realm cultivators, brothers, quietly touch it!" the pig head commanded excitedly.

"Wouldn't you be spotted if you were so close?" the thin monkey was a little worried.

"Stupid, don't you see that Brother Pig-headed has put on the armor of the Iron Army? The two of us pretend to chase and kill Brother Pig-head, this captain will definitely save Brother Pig-head, and then ......" Little White Dragon said with a smile.

"What a poisonous plan!" the thin monkey looked at the fat man in front of him and couldn't help but admire.

After a while, the pig's head stepped on the corpse of the captain, pretending to be cold, trying to attract the attention of some female cultivators.

This is not the first captain to die in his hands like this, it is already the third, the commander of the Iron Armor Army of the First Dynasty, there are only thirty people in total, all of them are true body realm cultivators, but three people died at the hands of pig heads in the mortal body realm, which is really an extremely humiliating death.

Murong Tian, the general of the First Dynasty, wanted to die at the moment, the 30,000 ironclad army was crushed, and it was clear that the army occupied an absolute advantage, but instead it was divided into several pieces by the few Liangzhou cultivators, surrounded and annihilated, with heavy casualties, and was powerless to resist at all.

No matter how elite the invincible lion is, in front of the cultivators, it seems to have become a powerless scholar, with no killing power, and has become the object of slaughter.

Especially the cultivators of the True Body Realm and the cultivators of the Taiyuan Realm, killing ordinary soldiers is like killing pigs and dogs, and there is no enemy in their hands.

The qi was too sharp, directly piercing the bodies of the soldiers, and the spells were even more unable to resist, and they were seriously injured by an immortal, and then they were mended by other mortal body realm cultivators, and no matter how brave the soldiers were, they could only end miserably, and they would sink into the sand.

Murong Tian is a powerhouse of the Triple Heaven of the Returning Ding Realm, and the heavy coercion released by Jin Dan can't give him the slightest sense of security, his body is surrounded by rolling foreign gangs, and the sky is full of flying spells, and he is no longer tired of coping, but he has suffered a lot of injuries.

Countless cultivators followed one after another, and slaughtered Murong Tian brazenly, if he could kill this great general of the Zhongzhou I Dynasty and return to the Ding Realm, he might be able to become another peerless Tianjiao after Ye Xuan, making countless people worship and look up.

This is the dream and ambition of all Liangzhou cultivators, and it can only be realized by stepping on Murong Tian's corpse.

The Jiaoma under the crotch screamed, and he was already unstable on his feet, and he knelt down directly, which made Murong Tian's heart feel cold, this was about to be completely encircled, and he could no longer break through the blockade with the help of the Jiaoma's agility.

"Don't tie your hands yet. Ling Donglai's voice came from the air, and he had been staring at Murong Tian for a long time.

The simplest and most brutal way to promote the blood clan is to kill the strong people of the same level and devour their essence and blood, although Murong Tian is old, he still has a considerable amount of essence blood in his body, which makes Ling Donglai salivate.

"What, you, a blood clan powerhouse, also want to take advantage of the fire to rob, kill me, and achieve your own prestige?" Murong Tian stared at Ling Donglai, who turned into a cloud of blood mist in the air, with a jealous expression, and the golden pill in his body made a sound of gold and iron, and his fighting intent soared to the sky.

"I'm just an old slave serving my master, what kind of prestige do I want? Just see the blood on your body flowing away in vain, it's a pity, it's better to cheapen me, let me have a few sips. Ling Donglai appeared in the blood mist, cracked his mouth and laughed, revealing his long blood-sucking fangs, flashing with a cold chill.

"The strong man who has returned to the peak realm is actually a slave, and he still wants to drink my Murong Tian's blood, it's really a pipe dream, I am the general of the first dynasty, except for the current saint, no one can let me kneel and die!

Murong Tian's whole body was full of blood and qi, and the terrifying Returning to the Ding Realm cultivation completely exploded, directly shaking away the many Liangzhou cultivators who were attacking him around him, killing and injuring him.

"Look for death!" Ling Donglai was furious, and directly turned into a blood light and swooped towards Murong Tian.

"The hegemony of the dynasty is empty in a blink of an eye, it is better to go back to the ghost pass!" Murong Tian's moves opened and closed, and his fists seemed to turn into fiery meteorites, going against the sky, but behind him was an eerie ghostly aura, which was staggering and unbelievable.

The domineering and incomparable blood and the gloomy and cold ghost qi are fused together, this is Murong Tian's killing move, in the past, he was just a butcher, killing pigs, and he didn't know how many souls were wronged under the knife, and finally cultivated into the triple heaven of the Guiding Realm, and formed a golden pill, but it is also an incomparably strange ghost pill, with a ghostly spirit, which makes people unguardable.

Ling Donglai had already formed a blood pill thousands of years ago, and although he had only recently regained his strength, he still possessed all kinds of unbelievable blood clan supernatural powers.

Directly slashed an afterimage in the air, avoiding the meteorite fire, Ling Donglai went around the back of Murong Tian, and his entire body turned into a blood-colored halberd, stabbing the general's back fiercely.

"It's a good time, King Kong is immortal, and the dynasty protects my Dharma body!" Murong Tian didn't turn around, and a dazzling strong light erupted from his body, which directly shook Donglai.

"Body Protector!" Ling Donglai retreated into the air, looking at the golden bracelet in Murong Tian's hand, a little surprised.

"The invincible talisman given to me by my emperor, who can hurt me!" Murong Tian looked up to the sky and roared, his face arrogant.

"Hey, Diamond Bracelet!" a voice suddenly sounded in the air.

Ye Xuan instantly appeared beside Murong Tian, and before Murong Tian could come back to his senses, he was slapped and fell to the ground.