This is a battle that can be called a tough battle for Ming Qi, whether it is an opponent who is one level higher than himself or a large number of Innate Realm Heavenly Sin Warriors, between the two sides, you can often leave large and small wounds on Ming Qi.

Especially the mid-stage powerhouse of the Martial King who led the team, according to Ming Qi's memory, he should be a member of the Fire Clan among the demons, and his obvious feature is that he can skillfully manipulate flames. In addition, the huge body of four or five meters tall and the red skin tone of the whole body can bring great pressure.

The weapon of this strong man from the Fire Clan was a six-meter-long flame broadsword, with a blazing flame that would never be extinguished hanging on the blade, and when Ming Qi appeared, he jumped out without hesitation, wielding the flame broadsword and slashing it in the air.

On such a battlefield, Ming Qi no longer had any reservations, putting aside everything that had nothing to do with the battle, just relying on his intuition and will to rely on the strength of one person, these dozens or hundreds of times the enemy fought to the death.

In the end, the Martial King powerhouse of the Lihuo Clan was completely burned into a pile of ashes by the divine fire, but the remaining Heavenly Sin warriors did not have the slightest intention of retreating, and rushed towards Ming Qi regardless of life and death.

This battle lasted for a long time, from noon to nightfall, when a sword stabbed the last Heavenly Sin Warrior to death, Ming Qi felt completely numb, and even the hand holding the Fire Emperor's sword had lost the slightest sense.

Lying on the ground and resting for half an hour, he put away the huge flaming broadsword as a trophy before continuing to set off.

His body was no longer the color of his normal robe at the moment, but the abnormal purple-black color after being completely stained red with blood and then dried up, and a pungent smell of blood could be smelled from afar.

There was no moonlight in the sky, and the earth was as gloomy as ink, as if nothing could be seen but a vague haze.

Ming Qi walked unfast, and when he gradually regained his original consciousness, he suddenly found that his injury was so serious, maybe it was a fluke, but he didn't know if he would still be such a fluke in the next battle.

Lucky to the big war not to die.

Countless thoughts flickered in my heart, but there was no word back.

Although he didn't understand what he was doing when he left Qiankun Mountain and stepped on the land of war everywhere, he didn't know that the word turning back had completely disappeared in his mind.

At dawn, it rained without warning.

The rain washed the blood-stained robes and finally washed them clean.

But before the last blood stain was completely washed away, Ming Qi ushered in the second battle.

He walked outside a small city, looking at the devastated city, he did not hesitate to raise his sword and rush forward, and his feet flashed with a dazzling bloody light.

The gates of the small city have been completely damaged, and the banner of the dawn of freedom has fluttered on the city, but there are still many human powerhouses in the city who are fighting to the death, and no one has flinched in the face of an enemy with a huge advantage in numbers.

When Ming Qi dragged his long sword into the small city in an unprecedented manner, he saw at first glance a hill of corpses piled up in the open space in front of him, and on this hill made of corpses, a human powerhouse and a demon powerhouse were frozen there in a terrifying posture.

Both sides are no longer alive, and it is clear that they have used the same way of fighting.

Sweeping his gaze to the rear, Ming Qi suddenly saw that there was still a quiet area in the distance, and there were many people standing in it, including old people and children, although there were also monks among them, but most of them had weak combat effectiveness, and they could not survive on such a battlefield at all.

But at this time, they all looked quietly ahead, looking at the few figures who were still fighting desperately.

The city was full of flames, and the sky-high light illuminated the surrounding area, and everywhere Ming Qi's eyes went, there were corpses, and the pungent bloody qi seemed to turn into a substantial air flow, echoing throughout the small city.

He didn't look anymore, the Fire Emperor Sword in his hand was raised, and he rushed forward.

This battle added a lot of scars to Ming Qi's originally injured body, and in some places even the bones were visible.

Although the Great Destruction Suit will not be damaged, even through the robe under the impact of a huge force, it will not be able to avoid injury, but wherever it is not protected by the suit, many of them are already blurred with flesh and blood.

The enemies were falling one by one, and the human powerhouses were also falling one by one, and in a trance, Ming Qi noticed that the old people and children who had originally stayed behind silently picked up their weapons and walked over.

They don't have loud slogans, they don't even have high momentum, they just silently swing a sword and a sword, even if they can block the enemy for a second, and then death, they will not hesitate to rush forward.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people in the city, and fewer and fewer enemies.

When Ming Qi numbly swung out a sword numbly for an unknown number of times, stabbing through the body of a Heavenly Sin Warrior fiercely, and blood spurted out instantly, the surroundings would suddenly fall silent, and the palpitating shouts of killing would be completely silenced.

It turned out that the battle was over.

There was no longer a living Heavenly Sin warrior in the small city, and there were only five or six human powerhouses left who could fight to the end, except for Ming Qi.

"You are a strong man worthy of respect!"

A scarred human powerhouse came to Ming Qi and said in a hoarse voice.

Ming Qi didn't speak, just looked at Xiaocheng carefully again, and then turned to leave.

This is a city that has been completely washed away by blood, and if it can survive this disaster in the next ten or even decades, it will surely give birth to many strong people.

Ming Qi's lonely shadow faded away, and finally disappeared within the visual range of the small city.

The rising sun also seemed to have a heavy color of blood, and the sky and earth were covered with a strange layer of crimson.

Ming Qi is still walking aimlessly on the central land, but whenever he encounters any battle, he will not hesitate to join in, even if he encounters a stronger enemy, he has never retreated, the injuries on his body are getting worse and worse, and he is almost close to immortal body in the future, he can't recover.

But this did not prevent him from fighting, and his walking, although he did not know where his purpose was, had gradually found something that could not be expressed in words, and that might be called direction.

It's a never-ending battle, or, rather, a bloody road that doesn't know when it will come to an end.

The words of the Northern God are still in my ears, this is a combination of a group of madmen, villains and robbers, who are completely unaware of the word reason......