Jiang Qingyi sat on the horse, his body undulating with the bumps.

When 300,000 iron horsemen set foot on the Daji Mountains, what a magnificent scene?

Even when he stepped on the thousand-year-old holy land of Buddhism, the Northern Wei Dynasty never put on such a big battle.

The purple-robed national division and Jiang Qingyi are neck and neck.

Xuan Shangyu's face was calm, and his voice could be heard clearly in the torrent of iron hooves.

"Your Majesty has given you the opportunity to redeem your merits. ”

"If you kill the Western Demon in this battle, you can be exempted from all punishments, and you can even increase the official title. ”

Jiang Qingyi was silent.

The purple-robed Great Master smiled softly: "I won't participate in this battle to the death in Liangjia City, when I get out of the Daji Mountain Range, it will be a scene of endless death, you don't need to pay attention to those beast tides, just wait for the West Demon to exhaust all her strength, and personally take off her head, so as to sacrifice Ren Pingsheng's spirit in the sky." ”

The general hummed softly.

The green armor of the year, the red armor of today.

There was no other color in his eyes.

The wooden sword was placed by him, steady, it was a fragile wooden sword, but it represented the most powerful force in the world.

Hatred.

The hatred is silent.

Jiang Qingyi is smart enough and calm enough, so his hatred is not the same as that of others.

He looked at the purple robe, and was grabbed by His Royal Highness Sen Luo Dao, and the clothes of the two of them flashed away like a floating fire, and their figures dissipated faintly, disappearing in the midst of thousands of troops.

The 44,000 Sixteen-Character Battalion took the lead, and the army of more than 200,000 slowly followed in Liangjia City, and Jiang Qingyi was in the core area of the Sixteen-Character Battalion.

He calmly issued one military order after another, and 10,000 iron horsemen were separated from the left and right wings of the Sixteen Battalion, which swirled around both sides of the Daji Mountain Range and cautiously touched the outside of the mountain range.

Jiang Qingyi hated himself very much.

The 36,000-character battalion died of its own mistakes.

But if he hadn't fallen for the demon Gu planted by the Western Demon on the phoenix chick at that time, how could he let his brothers die on the border of the Western Regions?

Now the blood in his bones has calmed down.

He hated the woman even more.

The means are despicable and shameful.

A dignified demon actually did this trick.

A dignified teacher, he deserves to die!

Ren Pingsheng died for himself!

The Sixteen Battalion also died for themselves!

This bitter hatred and grief go deep in the bone marrow every moment, reminding yourself that the great revenge has not been avenged.

Jiang Qingyi didn't dare to think that he still had a chance for revenge.

He wanted to kill the madwoman.

For Ren Pingsheng, for Xiguan, to get back the lives that should be begged, justice.

That's fair.

Feng Xiao raised her head, her eyes indifferent.

That's certainly fair.

Killing for one's life is the fairest thing in the world.

The sixteen-figure battalion has been running for a long time.

Jiang Qingyi raised his head earlier and glanced at the cloudy dome, the clouds almost pressed down on the head of Liangjia City, and it was depressing, but there was a trace of indescribable pleasure in his heart.

Kill it.

Kill it all, and the rain will wash all the blood away.

Along with sin, hatred, and karma, they are washed away.

He took a deep breath and saw a cloud of gloom spread out and an open plain in front of him.

The demon beasts like mountains and seas, at the other end of the plain, the wind shuttles wantonly.

I had been waiting for a long time, and the figure of the woman I was waiting for was standing on the top of a huge ancient pillar at this moment.

Beyond the Daiji Mountains is a plain.

In the distance, the ruins where the woman stood.

Jiang Qingyi didn't know why, the beast tide behind the West Demon was so far away from her.

There are probably ...... Five miles?

He only saw the West Demon slowly turn around and move his gaze to the place where he was in the Great Ji Mountain Range.

Then between heaven and earth, there was a muffled thunder.

The woman vanished from the ruins of the ancient pillar without a trace.

In just a short moment, a group of iron horsemen at the head of the Sixteen Battalion, dozens of people turned on their backs in an instant, and a scarlet blood flower collapsed, and then the number continued to expand, and within a breath, it was like being a pole long

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The gun pierced through, and in an instant, it stabbed a distance of nearly ten zhang.

There was a thunder that overshadowed the heavens and the earth and the sound of a vermilion bird roaring in the iron horse!

At the bottom of Jiang Qingyi's heart, there seemed to be a pair of fiery red eyes, which suddenly opened.

He silently clutched under the red armor, hidden in the placket of his clothes, and the thing in the back of his chest.

Bang bang.

Like the drums of war, like thunder.

Be...... The location of the heart.

He thought about what Hyun Sang-woo said to himself.

"This thing can punish the West Demon. ”

Jiang Qingyi shouted loudly: "Tie the phoenix word array!"

The wind and sand mediate in the Daji Mountains, and the blood of people dances wildly, drifting back and forth.

The armies of the left and right flanks arrived.

It is unimaginable that at the time of such a long-standing battle, the master of the Western Regions was so conceited that he entered the Sixteen Character Camp alone.

Even if it is a great cultivator of the Grandmaster realm, it is difficult for one person to resist the impact of the iron cavalry with more than 10,000 numbers, and there is still a glimmer of life in order to escape, if it is a head-on collision, he will die without accident, and the death is extremely miserable.

Sword cultivators are like this, and the same is true for body cultivators, whether one kills more or dies slower.

No matter how demonic cultivation genius he is, it is impossible for him to resist a million masters on the battlefield alone.

......

......

Jiang Qingyi originally thought that the 200,000 beast tide of the demon clan would soon come.

But he never expected it.

After the Western Demon rushed into the Sixteen Character Camp in one go, the Western Regions Beast Tide, which was several miles away, was actually indifferent.

There are 200,000 beasts in the Western Regions.

The army of Liangjia City had 300,000, but the 16-character battalion that rushed to the head was only 44,000.

He frowned, the distance between him and the West Demon had not been shortened, and after the iron cavalry of the Sixteen Character Battalion had locked up the current number one person in the Western Regions.

Liang Liang, the Western Demon, is recognized as the master of the Western Regions.

But she never called herself the master of the chess palace.

This is somewhat ironic.

The master of the Western Regions, before charging into battle, seemed to turn his head and say a word to the beast tide.

Jiang Qingyi was too far away to hear what she said.

Of course, it can't be to let these beast tides sit idly by.

In today's situation, after Jiang Qingyi confirmed it repeatedly, his expression was a little solemn.

The beast tide of the demon clan is like a huge and dignified city wall, blocked five miles away.

If this city wall is crushed, it will be possible to calm down today's Daji Mountain Range, and even tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, until the decisive life and death, and the victory or defeat is achieved.

And this wall, just stopped there.

Not moving forward.

blocked a person's retreat.

If that person wants to retreat, he has to kill through the beast tide in the Western Regions.

But that man didn't.

Jiang Qingyi narrowed his eyes and looked at the West Demon who was so stupid as to rush into his sixteen-character camp.

Forty-four thousand sixteen-character battalions!

What scale is this?

The Great Domain King of Li Qing ran the fruits of his life.

Even the four Great Sages of the Chess Palace, Qi Zhi, would never be able to survive from the Iron Riding Black Tide.

The woman was like a madman, bursting with void flames all over her body, demonic and angry, constantly rushing in her direction, like a tireless killing machine.

The demon fire burst out with a bang, burning everything within a radius of nothingness.

The woman in the center of the flames stamped her foot heavily, and rushed forward again for a distance, causing the Iron Rider's blood mist to rise, and the speed was as fast as a flash.

The formation of the phoenix formation was scattered.

Jiang Qingyi calmly retreated, constantly keeping his distance.

He clutched his red armor, his heart beating hot.

The beast tide in the distance, until this time, still did nothing.

They came here and didn't seem to be fighting.

It's just to block the retreat of the West Demon.

That's all.

"Demon Clan...... Did you betray her?"

The corners of Jiang Qingyi's lips were raised a little playfully, and he thought ridiculously and pathetically, this woman, if the demon clan betrayed her, who else in the world would want her to live?

I want her dead.

His Majesty and Niangniang also want her to die.

If you are not mistaken, distant beast

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Tide, standing on the head of the white ape, is Gu Shengcheng who betrayed the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Gu Shengcheng also wanted her to die.

The one who manipulated the beast tide in the Western Regions was the White Tiger Great Sage on the eight-foot mountain.

Naturally, he also wanted her to die.

All of them...... They all want her dead.

It is an absurd and ridiculous thing for such a person to live in this world.

The red-armored general took a light breath and looked at the West Demon who was fighting with all his might in the Sixteen Character Camp.

A thousand lives.

The lethality is terrifying.

It's a pity that her demonic energy is almost exhausted.

Now she is desperately urging the Vermilion Bird Void Flame, and what comes out is only some fragmentary flames, which are contaminated for a moment, and the burning momentum is not as fierce as at the beginning.

Manpower is sometimes exhausted.

Demons are no exception.

Jiang Qingyi was a little puzzled.

Why didn't she go in the direction away from the Daji Mountains?

Even if she can defeat the iron cavalry of the Daji Mountain Range, it is inevitable that she will have to fight against the old troops who have rebelled under her command.

He was a little confused.

I don't know what the West Demon said to Gu Shengcheng before.

Such a stupid choice.

In the next moment, there was a loud noise, which made his thoughts drift back.

Jiang Qingyi watched as time became extremely slow, and the iron horse under his seat exploded into blood clots, and in the time that had slowed down countless times, he violently shook himself away.

Twist your head slowly.

Countless blood flowers cracked "very slowly" in an instant.

Between heaven and earth, dark clouds and sky, a huge circular pillar of light opened out in the center of heaven.

Reach the earth.

Take the West Demon as the center of the circle.

An unstoppable force.

Within a radius of five miles, all the horses shattered in an instant, turning into thousands of pieces of broken corpses.

Time is back to normal.

The plains were scarlet.

The Sixteen-Character Battalion, which is the best at iron cavalry charge, all the horses under the seat burst apart, and most of them maintained the posture of rushing forward, but they turned into blood clots in the process of rushing forward, and then choked and fell, and slammed to the ground together with the armor soldiers.

Jiang Qingyi also fell and flew out.

He rolled on the ground dozens of times.

Finally, he propped himself up with his hands and looked at the woman suspended in the air in a daze.

The shawl red veil was like two huge wings, and a layer of crimson flames flowed around it, slowly flapping into the void.

The top of her head is like a book in the sky, and the divine power is irresistible.

The barefoot Western Demon who trampled on the void slowly glanced around. She indifferently glanced at the five miles of land, looking at the scarlet land, and the mounts of the Sixteen Battalion died violently, and there was a miserable scene.

Plains blood red.

She is the master of the Book of Mountains and Seas.

He is also the monarch of demons.

On the eight-foot mountain, under the eight-foot mountain, as long as it is a demon, as long as it is a beast.

and they all surrendered to their knees.

Within five miles, it is the realm of the monarch after urging the Shan Hai Jing.

Jun wants you to die, how can you not die?

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(PS: After finishing today's chapter, I'm actually a little tired, but I have something to say, it's free, so don't worry.)

First of all, I want to thank every book friend who gave a reward to Fucang this month, the number is really a lot, I can't make a list of detailed thanks, thank you, Fucang now has 1062 votes, in a month without double, it can be ranked 20th on the monthly ticket list, thank you for your like, support.

Next, I want to say...... The current position is awkward, and if you want to stabilize it, you need at least 100 votes, and it will be pulled away, and only the next one needs 7 more votes. Panda wants to code words very much, wants to explode, and wants to add more, but it has fallen into a trough period of writing, and it has taken a lot of effort to maintain the quality of updates every day, and I dare not continue to write.

100 votes, a lot, but not much.

An alliance, or book friends who see this sentence, each votes for a monthly ticket, and I believe that Fucang still has the ability to vote for a monthly ticket, more than 100 readers.

I'd love to ...... I really want to stabilize this position.

The promise I can give is that I will add more than I should have, and after I get out of the trough of writing, I will make up for you without a chapter. ）

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