It is not only like a dense net, but also like a sword dance that disturbs the fine snow, spontaneously condensed by the sword body behind the Great Zhu Wuhuang.

The more and more extreme white light seemed to tear a corner of the dim and turbid air.

The black robe on Emperor Zhu Wu's body seemed to add a bit of sacredness under this white glow.

Iron hooves stomped on the ground, and the black flames left mottled and burning marks on the ground, and thousands of wildebeest cavalry rushed forward.

At a distance of less than ten zhang, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang raised his palm under his robe with a calm face and waved it gently.

In an instant, the sword dance that was condensed behind it shot forward.

The moment of daylight made everyone subconsciously close their eyes.

On the city wall, the young man in the armor looked at this scene in disbelief, and the green tendons on the clenched palms bloomed, even if he couldn't see anything after the next moment, he still opened his eyes.

Time seemed to stand still, and the ground, which had been rumbling and trembling a second before, suddenly fell silent.

The sound of small cutting was also only instantaneous, and quickly disappeared, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

The daylight gradually dissipated, and the heavens and the earth returned to their dim colors.

Like the wildebeest cavalry with an iron wall of torrents, the posture of the strange freeze was fixed in the moment before the charge, and the wildebeest's snort even began to dissipate in the air.

There was a long wind on the ground, and the wind whimpered, rolling and fluttering the robe of Emperor Zhu Wuhuang.

However, in the next moment, the nearly 1,000 wildebeest cavalry burst apart like mud statues, and shattered into powder the moment they fell to the ground.

A long wind blew, and most of the desolate battlefield was emptied.

The wildebeest cavalry at the front was as if it had never been seen.

"How, how!"

On the city wall, the young man in armor looked at the scene on the battlefield in distraction, and muttered in a low voice, "Thousands of cavalry, just disappeared?"

The wildebeest neighed uneasily, and subconsciously took a few steps back, and the black-armored figure holding the long sword on the horse's back opened its eyes wide, looking at the figure that had not moved a step in disbelief.

The aura of terror continued to rise, and even if the aura belonging to the gods dried up, the aura above the lord was not affected.

Stepping on the corpse on the ground, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang walked forward slowly, as if the torrent of iron armor in front of him was an ornament.

The air seemed to be full of stagflation, and all the currents were much fuller.

"What is he going to do?" the young man in armor looked at the black-robed figure walking leisurely on the battlefield, and unconsciously substituted himself into it, "That's an alien army of nearly 30,000 people......

The iron-armored body that had already achieved the Heavenly Realm, when he felt the aura emanating from the black-robed young man in front of him, his body couldn't stop trembling slightly, and he subconsciously rode back a few steps back.

This was not his intention, but due to the oppression of his breath.

This sense of oppression has only been felt by the elder beside the eldest prince.

"How is it possible, how can such a weak existence surpass my strength?" The iron armored figure frowned secretly, and then looked up at the Great Zhu Wuhuang and said in a deep voice, "Who are you and where did you come from?"

Great Zhu Wuhuang did not speak, but slowly pulled out the Haoshen saber from his waist.

The pupils of the iron armor shrank, and he directly waved the long sword and gave an order.

When he landed, tens of thousands of ironclad torrents behind him rushed forward frantically, each of them three meters tall with great visual impact.

At this time, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was extremely depressed, he just drew his knife and wanted to ask this general-like guy if he had seen a similar knife, but he didn't expect to kill himself in the next moment.

"Sure enough, these aliens are cruel and cold-blooded guys. After Emperor Zhu Wuhuang sighed in his heart, his hands were not idle, and he directly drew his knife and split the first alien soldier in front of him.

Before the corpse that had been split into two pieces hit the ground, the figure of Emperor Zhu Wuhuang rushed into the army faster.

Suddenly, the dark sword light swung in it.

Before the foreign soldiers who approached Emperor Zhu Wu could react, they were cut into several pieces, and they were even trampled under the feet of their compatriots when they opened their eyes.

The black light rushed, the black robe floated among them, and the soldiers of all different races were like a city wall, firmly encircling the Great Zhu Wu Emperor.

He seemed to have returned to the killing realm, completely abandoning the release of spiritual power, relying on the Haoshen Saber in his hand and the power of his body to slash wildly among the aliens.

With each chopping, the circle around will also expand, and these aliens who are so powerful that they are almost impossible to resist in the eyes of outsiders are not even as good as paper paste under the long knife of the Great Zhu Wu Emperor.

Like cutting wheat, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang is almost advancing under this heavy encirclement.

He just wanted to grab the guy now and ask if he had seen a black knife before.

A large number of corpses quickly piled up on the ground, blood soaking the dry and hard surface again, and the long knife in the hand of the Great Zhu Wuhuang was still slashing tirelessly.

The iron-armored figure riding a wildebeest away from the team stared at the chaotic battle circle, and the corners of his eyes twitched a little under the black gold mask.

Even if he is in the Heavenly Realm, he is surrounded by this level, and he will only end up dead.

As the peak of the Protoss Heavenly Realm, he naturally knew how powerful the Protoss bloodline was, and he was even proud of it.

Their innate bloodline is incomparably powerful, even the most ordinary people of the God Clan, even if they don't need to cultivate, their own strength will reach a terrifying realm as they grow older.

In their opinion, cultivation is as simple as eating and drinking, but they don't know that what they are born with is what many cultivators in the rest of the realm world pursue all their lives.

With one enemy and a hundred, he can still do it, but in a scene like the current one, it may be difficult for his own cabinet elder to do it.

Seeing the encirclement continue to expand, he began to be a little afraid, this mysterious young man who fell from the sky single-handedly slaughtered the most elite 2,000 horned cavalry, and now he is slaughtering the lives of soldiers.

He began to have the illusion that if he didn't retreat, these tens of thousands of elite soldiers would be completely killed.

To retreat, or not to retreat?

At this moment, on the city wall, which was not far from the battlefield, dozens of men with the will to die stood on the spot, staring blankly at the almost chaotic battlefield.

Those alien soldiers who looked like gods in their eyes were so vulnerable under the long knives in their thin hands.

A faint smell of blood began to fill the air.

Every man unconsciously clenched the long knife in his hand, and the cooling hot blood seemed to begin to burn in his chest again.

At the same time, the sound of swords and armor colliding echoed behind them, and the young man in armor turned to look.

On the street, which was almost reduced to an empty city, a group of armored soldiers appeared, and then began to gather on the main road like ants.

With the appearance of the soldiers, countless ragged civilians poured towards the walls.

The heavenly dome in the distance then bloomed with the color of Dao Magnificent Spiritual Power, but in just three or two breaths, more than a dozen old men with immortal wind and crane bones descended to the city wall.

While climbing to the top of the city wall, these more than ten old men did not stop, but released their majestic spiritual power with their hands, turning into barriers and surrounding the entire city without stopping.

Looking at this rather strange scene, the eyes of the young man in the armor did not fluctuate much, but he arched his hand towards the old man.

These old men are all cultivators in the world, and they are powerful, and it is said that they are already feeling the shackles of heaven and earth and breaking through as soon as possible.

However, the young man in Shujia was obviously not interested in these cultivators, because in the face of these alien invasions from outside the world, the first reaction of these cultivators was not to resist, but to take the initiative to express their closeness.

If it weren't for the slaughter of these aliens in the face of outsiders, I'm afraid that most of the cultivators would have become lackeys long ago.

It was not they who desperately resisted, but civilian soldiers who blocked these alien conquests with their lives.

In this war, the proportion of deaths among cultivators was much lower than that of civilian soldiers.

Naturally, the young man in the armor looked down on this group of cultivators who had a strong body of strength, but they were instigated in the eggs.

And the more than ten old men who released the barrier with their hands also looked at the young man in armor who bowed his hand.

In their eyes, even the emperor in the world is a character that can be played with one hand, and the rest of the soldiers are just ants.

"There are all the immortals, and Zhou Li, the governor of Zhou, thank you here!"

A slightly joyful voice sounded, and then a Humpty Dumpty man in battle armor panted up to the city wall.

"Slackness, it's really snubbing all the immortals. Humpty Dumpty, named Zhou Li, hurried to the side of the young man in the armor and said breathlessly.

The old man snorted disdainfully.

Zhou Li smiled embarrassedly, and said again, "No matter whether the city is protected this time, no matter how successful or unsuccessful the city is, all the elders of the pavilion have meritorious service in protecting the city, I will definitely tell the emperor truthfully, and I think the immortal crystal will be one or two more." ”

Hearing this, the old men softened their expressions slightly, but looking at the soldiers above and below the city, the expressions were like looking at dead people.

As soon as the young man in the armor tightened his teeth, the palm of his hand placed on his waist was about to draw his saber.

Zhou Li, who was on the side, pulled up his palm violently and grinned, "General Liu, recuperate well, there is still a tough battle to fight next." ”

Pulling back his palm, the armored young man walked straight to the battlement, staring at the chaotic battlefield.

"Hmm, why is the battlefield so chaotic?" the bearded old man stroked his beard and looked at the battlefield, while the rest of the old men also looked at the battlefield.

Under this look, everyone is shocked.

I saw a thin figure, alone in the face of the almost endless alien army, like a long knife, constantly tearing through the encirclement.

As cultivators, how strong these alien people from outside the world are, as cultivators, they feel the most deeply, even if they have already understood the shackles of heaven and earth, one person can face hundreds of aliens at most, even if they fight to the death, they will never be more than thousands.

But now, this impossible scene is playing out in front of their eyes.

"Who is this person, where does the immortal old man live?" the long-haired old man grabbed Zhou Li's shoulder armor and almost threw him out with such force.

Zhou Li was shocked, and his face turned pale and pointed to the young man in armor next to him, "Zhan, I don't know much about the battlefield, General Liu should know." ”

Throwing down the Zhou ceremony, the long-haired old man rushed to the side of the armored young man with the hem of his robe, "The person who is facing the battlefield on the battlefield, do you know who the immortal old man is and where he lives?"

"I don't know. The young man in the armor spoke indifferently, not squinting.

"I really don't know?" the long-haired old man whispered as he released his coercion.

"Immortal Elder," the man holding the long knife on the side suddenly spoke, "It's not that my family doesn't want to speak, it's true that we don't know where that person came from. ”

The long-haired old man moved his gaze to the man's body, and his voice was cold, "Really?"

"Really. The man shuddered, and he suddenly found that these so-called immortal elders seemed to be no different from the aliens on the battlefield.

After getting the answer, the long-haired old man was silent, his eyes returned to the battlefield, and in the depths of his pupils, he couldn't hide his greed and coveting.

On the battlefield, viscous blood covered the ground again, and the corpses, broken into several pieces, gradually filled the empty ground.

The alien soldiers who had been getting closer finally realized that something was wrong, and their proud flesh was easily cut into several pieces in the face of this seemingly powerless human.

Although Emperor Da Zhu Wu was still besieged in place, the corpses that were constantly being killed gradually formed a high mountain of corpses around him.

He seemed to be forever tireless, and the long black knife was still as crisp and sharp as when it was released, without the slightest sense of stagnation.

The reason why he was able to maintain the speed of the knife from the beginning to the end was not because Emperor Zhu Wuhuang became a quasi-god.

You must know that at this moment, the charm in the body of Emperor Zhu Wu has dried up, and the most he can rely on is the power above the master.

And the most important thing is the knife book that Xu Jian handed over to him and the words that had a profound impact on him.

"Have you ever thought about how to fight back one day when thousands of enemies who are in the same realm as you, or even higher than you, surround and suppress you?"

The current situation, even if the enemy's realm is far away, is the same as the scene described by Xu Jian.

The knife score given by Xu Jian, in a busy and idle time, has long been firmly remembered by Emperor Zhu Wuhuang.

At the same time, whether it is the momentum of the knife, the momentum, or the knife, it is repeatedly tempered in the battle again and again.

But just practicing the three potentials is not enough to become a reliance, what really makes Emperor Zhu Wuhuang so fearless is his current physical body and realm.

Although Shen Yun is exhausted, after the pregnancy and cultivation of Hao Shen Yun, the already strong body is now difficult to be hurt except for the injuries that Hao Shen Saber can cause.

Therefore, he simply closed the aura and the source of killing in the dantian in the dantian, and began to practice the three potentials of the long knife with only his own strength.

The iron-armored figure that was still thinking in the distance came back to his senses, and when he looked at the scene in front of him, he almost spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood.

The territory that was originally just run over by iron hooves has been reversed after the appearance of this strange figure.

The soldiers he had conceived of at most half of the casualties had been killed by only one man in this place, and showed no signs of stopping.

If you retreat at this time, this matter will definitely spread throughout the entire realm, and when your head is cut off, the eldest prince will not be soft.