On the Gobi desert, the weeds are sparse, the gravel is craggy, and the wind rolls up the wind and sand, whirling back and forth.

The wind was howling, flying sand and rocks, but it couldn't stop the soldiers' unblinking eyes full of fighting spirit.

At this moment, on this Gobi desert, thousands of meters apart, two armies are facing each other.

One of the troops was about 40,000 people, with neat formations, black helmets and black armor, holding spears, swords at their waists, and riding black dragon-scale horses under their seats.

This army was the soldiers of the Chen State who followed the three princes to expel the Tatars.

In front of the army, three unusually tall dragon scale horse kings sat three young figures.

These three figures are the three princes, Yang Tianxing and Yan Nanfei.

It is worth mentioning that in order not to attract attention, Yang Tianxing did not let the Wind Spirit Tiger Dabai follow, in addition, he also withdrew from his white clothes and changed into an ordinary general's armor.

As for the other army, although there were tens of thousands, there was no formation to speak of, and its soldiers were even more vicious, with their hair scattered, their chests and breasts exposed, and their bodies exuded a foul smell.

This army is the barbarian army of this northern wasteland.

It is worth mentioning that the mounts under the seat of this barbarian army not only include wasteland wolves, but also wasteland black panther wild boars, and even several barbarian elephants about ten meters high.

Tens of thousands of desolate beasts gathered together, and from a distance, a savage and powerful aura rushed to their faces.

In front of this barbarian army, there were also three people who sat on top of the three-headed tiger.

The man in the middle is dressed in animal skin armor, wears a crown on his head, and holds a golden scepter that shimmers in the sun. Judging by his attire, it was clear that this man was the leader of the barbarian army.

Although the other two were in this barbarian army, their clothes were not too unusual. The two of them were surging with immortal spiritual power from time to time, and it was obvious that these were two immortal cultivators.

It's just strange that although these two people are sitting on top of the two tigers, they are as cautious as pins and needles, and their eyes occasionally look at the sitting tigers, which are full of respect and fear.

"Two immortals, according to your orders, the nine tribes of my northern wasteland have gathered all the clansmen, mobilized the power of the clan, and are ready to attack the ten countries of the East China Sea at any time. ”

"Although the patriarch doesn't understand the luck of the two immortals, according to reliable sources, the leader of the army on the opposite side is the third prince of Chen State, and he is the most capable of fighting in the royal family of Chen State. Presumably, as long as he is killed, Chen Guo will not be able to stop the iron cavalry of my tribe's barbarians. ”

"It's just two immortals, our wasteland tribe has used all their strength, I hope that after the deed is completed, the immortals will not break our promises. The tribal patriarch in the middle said to the two immortal cultivators.

"Patriarch, please rest assured, although our Wasteland Cultivator is located in this desolate place, we have inherited it from the Sacred Mountain of the Upper Realm Beast. ”

"This time, the Five Emperors of the Human Race have made a big move, they want to launch the Ten Thousand Immortals Holy War and select the Five Emperors Emperor. Although we in the Beast God Mountain still don't know what they are up to, our demon race and the human race are natural mortal enemies, and we will definitely not let them have a good time. They want to select the sons of the Five Emperors, and we will select the sons of the beast gods. ”

"Luck is a mysterious thing, the five universes are so big, there is so much luck in total, the luck of our demon clan is more, and the luck of their human race will be less. This battle for luck must first start from the Nether Realm of the Five Directions. ”

"When you conquer the ten countries of the East China Sea, the ten major sects of the ten countries of the East China Sea will be handed over to us to deal with, and all the land and population of the ten countries of the East China Sea will be yours. Later, you will lead your subordinates to rush and kill first, and the two of us will take the heads of the three princes of Chen Guo from a thousand kilometers away in the midst of the chaos. ”

The two immortal cultivators said this to the tribal patriarch, and after listening to their words, the patriarch came to his senses and was ready to give orders to lead people to kill at any time.

On the other side, the third prince Chen Tianyou rode on top of the Dragon Scale Horse King, running back and forth in front of this army, and started a pre-war general mobilization: "My Chen Guo's sibling brothers, that is, this group of barbarians on the opposite side, they invaded our borders, killed our brothers, mutilated our fathers and elders, and robbed our women, you say, can we forgive them?"

"No! no!" As soon as the third prince's words fell, a tsunami-like shout sounded in the army behind him.

"Well, brothers, raise your swords in your hands, summon up the courage in your hearts, and slash at the barbarian soldiers. Brothers, even if you die in this battle, you will always be the heroes of our Chen Kingdom, and you will always live in the hearts of the people of Chen Kingdom, and I, Chen Tianyou, will also raise the children in the family for you!"

"Now brothers, charge with me!" the third prince fell, and he drew his long sword at his waist and rushed towards the barbarian army in the first place.

Seeing this, the barbarian army was not to be outdone, and they also drove the beasts under the seat to collide with the Chen army with a frantic shout.

Yang Tianxing and Yan Nanfei were tightly protected by the side of the three princes, and the three of them were like an arrow, fiercely inserting into the barbarian army array.

Yang Tianxing has mixed in the green forest and stayed in the Xianmen, which can also be called a killing person, but it is the first time in his life that the two armies take the lead in the charge like today, and he can't help but boil with blood at a young age.

He sat down and rode a dragon scale BMW, holding a Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, and he did not exert the spiritual power of the immortal family, but exerted his innate true qi for a long time, fist to fist, flesh to flesh.

Every time he waved Fang Tian's halberd, the true qi left his body, and a halberd about ten meters long would be produced, whether it was a barbarian soldier in front of him, he was suspicious of the brute head, and he couldn't stop this halberd at all, and it fell in pieces.

Although Yang Tianxing was born in the way of swords, when he reached the realm of martial arts, he was already proficient in all eighteen weapons, and it was not a problem to use a Fang Tian painting halberd.

This Fang Tian Painting Halberd weighs two hundred catties, and when placed in the mortal world, it is already a rare divine weapon, but just like this, Yang Tianxing is still complaining wildly in his heart, this Fang Tian Painting Halberd is still too light, just like a toy in the hands of a child.

Before rushing into the formation, the third prince was still worried about whether Yang Tianxing, an immortal cultivator with immortal wind bones, would not know the way to rush into the formation at all, but when he turned his head and saw Yang Tianxing, who was killing in all directions, he directly opened his mouth and was stupid.

"Fierce, Brother Yang is really fierce, this is a killing god, it is said that now the people who cultivate immortals in the righteous path usually do not show their eyes, are they so cruel at critical moments!"

Such a thought flashed in his heart, and the third prince's heart was even more happy, with such a fierce general, his confidence in defeating the barbarian army was even stronger.

Yan Nanfei was also shocked in his heart at this moment, he couldn't think of it anyway, and he couldn't even understand that this Yang Tianxing would be younger than him next year, and even if he had an immortal path cultivation, he even had a secular martial arts realm much higher than him.

What did this animal grow up eating, and sure enough, people are more popular than people.

The wolf cavalry, pig cavalry, and leopard cavalry in the barbarian army are better to say, and the soldiers of the Chen State can still fight on a par with them. However, the dozen or so barbarian elephants about ten meters high were like more than a dozen hills, with rough skin and thick flesh, and the soldiers were helpless against them.

Every wave of the elephant's tusks lifted more than a dozen soldiers into the sky. There were even some unlucky soldiers, who stepped on it like a bronze pillar, and even the people and horses became a mess of meat on the spot.

"If you want to fly south, don't take care of those barbarian soldiers first, and get rid of those dozen barbarian elephants for me first!" The third prince was sad in his heart, his eyes were red, and he roared angrily at Yan Nanfei.

Yan Nanfei led the order to ride a horse to a brute elephant, gathered the innate true qi of the dantian, and waved the family heirloom knife in his hand, the body of this brute elephant was too hard, he swung dozens of knives at the elephant's leg, and the brute elephant could no longer hold on to the ground and fell to the ground.

He was about to shout Yang Tianxing to help, but when he looked at Yang Tianxing, he was directly stupid.

I saw that Yang Tianxing had a huge ancient yellow copper bow in his hand at some point, and then pulled out a huge iron arrow and put it on the copper bow, and the innate true qi frantically gathered on the arrow, and then Yang Tianxing pulled the bow like a full moon and shot an arrow towards the forehead of the barbarian elephant.

Then Yan Nanfei was extremely shocked to find that the brute elephant that he couldn't kill with dozens of knives was directly pierced through his forehead by Yang Tianxing's iron arrow, and then fell to the ground and died, dead!

Whoosh. Ten iron arrows shot out in succession, and in the blink of an eye, ten barbarian elephants fell to the ground one after another, never to get up again.

"Ang, this guy is really a cattle. The corners of Yan Nanfei's mouth twitched violently a few times, and since the brute elephant was solved by Yang Tianxing, he continued to charge forward.

"Two immortals, now it's time to take the heads of those three princes!" At the rear of the barbarian army, the tribal patriarch said to the two immortal cultivators of the Beast God Mountain.

The two monks looked at each other, nodded to each other, and then sacrificed a black long sword, the spiritual power around them surged rapidly, and then the two long swords cut through the sky, crossed the many fighting soldiers in the middle, drew an arc, and slashed towards the top of the head of the three princes.

And judging from the aura emanating from these two monks, both of them turned out to be foundation building period monks.