The battle between the monks of the Five Realms was like a tidal wave, and the ebb and flow of the tide were fleeting.

The three rates of the Northland roamed the battlefield in purgatory, and the remaining 20,000 black armor in the trapped camp were still galloping forward.

There is no sunset at the moment, so it will not reflect the scene as a bloody picture.

But the scene is still shocking.

Millions of people fighting together, for whatever reason, it's a rare sight.

The tide flows, and a gust of wind blows from the north to the south.

Lao Xiucai was lying on the ground, breathing slowly, his old wrinkled face was full of exhaustion, his face was sallow, and his body under his shirt was fragmented.

Peng Yue retracted his fists and stood up, with admiration in the depths of his eyes, he could do it to such an extent with one enemy and six enemies, and he could only say that he was worthy of being a Wensheng.

Lin Han put down his sword, looked at a flower blooming on his chest, his face flushed slightly, just now between life and death, Wu Mobi was still thinking about exchanging his life for his life, this calm killing between death can be called terrifying.

is worthy of being a strongman who has been guarding Xiaonanqiao for more than 200 years!

"Mr. Wu's means are extraordinary, which is admirable. ”

Lin Han whispered to him.

He reached out and plucked the flower from his chest and threw it on the ground, bringing up a little bloodstain, but it was not serious.

Lao Xiucai grinned and didn't speak, his injuries were so serious that he couldn't move, the blood was still flowing, his tone had dried up and loomed in the wound, trying to stop the flow of life but couldn't.

Naturally, flowers that have disappeared from the sky will not reappear and bloom.

The second page, broken in half, floated on the snowy field and landed on the withering hibiscus flowers in the distance.

"Alright, it's over. ”

Zhibai said in the distance.

The battle situation in Xiaonanqiao should have stabilized, the Tang Realm was broken, and the seriously injured and comatose General Chen would definitely die under the knife, this is a good scene, how could Zhibai bear to miss it?

Lin Han nodded, and another Yin Cao powerhouse walked towards Wu Mobi with a calm face.

Yin Cao was originally a place without emotion, and the Five Realms cultivator who died before had an extremely good relationship with him, but now he died in the hands of Lao Xiucai, how could he not be angry?

He couldn't wait to cut the old man in front of him with a thousand knives, and it was not too much to eat meat and drink blood.

The man walked up to Lao Xiucai, raised a foot and stepped on his arm, and then twisted it vigorously.

The cold voice mixed with hatred spit out from his mouth: "The person who killed my Yin Cao, old guy, you are such a big dog, even a mere Tang person dares to show off your power in front of my Yin Cao?

He leaned forward, his foot getting harder and harder.

Wu Mobi's arm was deformed, and the white bones pierced through the skin and were exposed in the air.

Peng Yue, who was not far away, frowned, looked at the man in disgust, and clenched his fists slightly.

Lin Han glanced back at him, Peng Yue snorted coldly and did not speak, but his tense body slowed down.

They have dealt with Lao Xiucai for hundreds of years, and they still have a lot of respect for this Lord Wensheng in their hearts, but that person humiliates him with such behavior, he is really an out-and-out despicable villain.

Contemptible.

Lao Xiucai didn't react, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he moved his head effortlessly and looked in the direction of Datang, his eyes were old and cloudy, but at this moment, a fine light suddenly bloomed.

Sudden mutation!

I saw that the third page that had slipped from his sleeve to the ground before emitted a strange light, and the page suddenly expanded into a cube, enveloping all the people present in it.

The man hurriedly pulled back, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but let out a cold sweat, fortunately, the ultimate purpose of this page was to trap them, otherwise, I am afraid that he would have been dragged down to be buried with this old fellow.

Lin Han looked around, the admiration in his heart became stronger and stronger, and before he died, he still wanted to trap them to buy time for the Tang Army to break through, I have to say that the selflessness of this old talent is indeed impressive.

"You're trying to trap me and the others, but have you ever thought about how long this will keep us trapped?"

"A quarter of an hour, or a stick of incense?"

He asked aloud.

"It's always good to put off a little longer. ”

Lao Xiucai finally spoke, his eyes had gradually blurred, and the massive blood loss made his brain dizzy.

His lips were chapped and his voice was inaudible.

"Then you're going to be disappointed. ”

Lin Han took out a rag from his arms and carefully wiped the sword body.

The sword was as bright as a star.

"Can you resist the accumulation of this sword for four hundred years?"

He looked at the page in the sky, let out a high shout, and then slashed out with a sword.

There was a sizzling sound, and the page shattered.

Wu Mobi is the end of the strong crossbow, just like Lin Han said, can he stop it?

The answer is no.

Of course he couldn't stop it.

"Big brother is talking so much nonsense with him, what do you do? ”

As the words fell, the Five Realms powerhouse of Yin Cao let out a cold snort, jumped into the air, and flashed to the top of Lao Xiucai's head with the sword in his hand.

"Old crush, you should be glad that I don't have much time, otherwise I will torture you well, so that you can't survive or die!"

His sword fell from the sky and slashed at Lao Xiucai's throat.

Wu Mobi looked in the direction of the Tang Dynasty, thinking to himself that he didn't know if His Royal Highness the Prince could survive, if he could live, the future Tang Kingdom would definitely be very exciting.

Thinking like this, a smile unexpectedly lifted into the corner of his mouth.

The man saw that he was still smiling before he died, and the anger in his heart was about to explode from his chest, and the strength and speed of his hands were three points faster.

It was already dark, the clouds were thick, and the sun was not visible, but the light was fading.

A sword roar sounded again between heaven and earth, the whistle was extremely high, as if there were countless flying swords passing through the sky, Zhibai's complexion changed, two lines of blood flowed out of his ears, and almost instantly he held the small seal, and a thick aura covered his body.

The feeling in my body as if it was about to be torn apart disappeared.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a white light flew from the south, and the white snow on the ground parted.

It was a sword aura.

A sword light cold nineteen continents!

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The smile on the corner of Lao Xiucai's mouth had just been raised, and the long sword of the monk in Yin Cao was still falling.

The sword aura swept through the field, and in a flash it disappeared as if it had never appeared, still moving forward until it disappeared from view.

Several people stood stiff and stunned.

The sword didn't fall, and the body of the Five Realms cultivator split in two from the middle, falling from the air to the snow, the incision as smooth as a mirror, and not a single trace of blood flowed out.

The fierceness in those eyes has not disappeared.