And on the side of the barbarians...

When the Middle-earth World Army came out of Xuanwu Pass, it got the news...

When Wang Lin took the vanguard army and approached the city...

They're ready for it!

Merely...

To Wang Lin's surprise...

The barbarian army, significantly less...

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows...

Don't...

Is there really infighting between the tribes of the barbarians?

The vanguard army rushed to the barbarian barracks, and the news of the arrival of the soldiers under the city...

It also quickly reached the ears of the eldest prince of the Chinese army, who was not far from the vanguard army...

It seems that there is a lot less news about the barbarians...

A smile appeared on the corner of the eldest prince's mouth...

His eyebrows raised slightly, and he ordered the vanguard army to attack immediately!

"The eldest prince has an order, the vanguard army, attack immediately!"

The voice of the herald spread throughout the battle columns of the entire vanguard army, and every soldier of the vanguard army could hear it clearly...

And Wang Lin also took out the Thunder Sword from the Qiankun Ring...

Clad in the armor of hell and holding the Thunder Sword that constantly flashes with blue light...

Like a god on high.,..

The sword is aimed at the barbarian army...

Shouted the order: "Attack!"

The army of Middle-earth is the army of the barbarians...

The decisive battle begins!

"Attack!"

With Wang Lin's shout, the 100,000 forbidden troops, all roared angrily, armed with weapons, rode on the chariot of Middle-earth, and flew towards the barbarian army's barracks...

The sky was getting dark, the clouds were thick, and the sky was filled with an oppressive atmosphere...

It's a breathtaking atmosphere...

But...

On this land...

But there was a cry of killing...

The Middle-earth army and the barbarian warriors are like two torrents, slamming together...

A loud sound, from both sides, suddenly stimulated...

Wang Lin, a hell armor that exudes a dark aura...

Holding a lightning sword...

Sword at the barbarian barracks!

The face is filled with a chilling cold color...

With a murderous face, he looked at the barbarian barracks...

"Kill!"

Suddenly, there was a sudden shout in his mouth to kill...

Leap from the chariot in the sky!

Like the King of the Tiger Roaring Mountain...

It's like a condor soaring for nine days...

Jumping from the sky in one step!

As if under the god of war, he fell into the midst of the barbarian army...

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Wang Lin, roaring angrily, took his sword and killed the barbarians in front of him...

The 100,000 forbidden troops in the rear seemed to be infected by his momentum, and they roared one after another.

The shouts of killing boiled over the sky...

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill the barbarians!"

The forbidden army of Middle-earth, one by one, was full of morale, and one by one was inexplicably excited, desperately killing the barbarian army...

The two armies are fighting each other...

Dense warriors, flocking together, here...

There are no tricks at all...

Only courage!

and strength!

Only then can they be like a fish in water on the battlefield and save their lives. Kill the enemy and survive...

Over here...

You must not retreat...

In fact, you can't go back!

The army that charged forward, like a torrent, rolled up and rushed away with your money...

There is no possibility of anyone breaking free!

You just have to keep rushing forward!

Rush forward!

Kill the enemies in front of you...

Kill, kill, kill!

Kill all the enemies in front of you, and all of them will be trampled under your feet...

Can't stop you from moving forward!

Wang Lin is like this at the moment...

He didn't have any thoughts in his mind anymore...

The only thing that comes to mind is...

Kill, kill. Kill!

Keep killing...

Kill all the enemies in front of you!

All under your feet!

Kill all the way to the base camp of the barbarian barracks!

As a vanguard army...

There is simply no possibility of any retreat ...

Once the general offensive is launched...

So...

It's just to keep going...

Rush down!

Either...

Kill the enemy's base camp!

Either...

He fell on the way to the charge...

Kill all the way to...

You don't have any comrades by your side...

Or...

Until there are no enemies around you!

That's the way to kill!

This is the march to war...

The cultivators' various fighting skills and many means...

On the battlefield ...

There's no possibility of using it at all...

On the battlefield...

It's an indomitable kill...

Courage and strength, the battlefield of the strong!

Wang Lin, holding the Ben Thunder Sword...

Leading 100,000 forbidden troops...

Collectively rushed towards the barbarian army...

At this moment, he...

I didn't think about anything anymore...

Whatever the reason, the barbarian army is so much less than before at the moment...

It doesn't matter if the rear army can keep up with it or not ...

He just wants to get in...

Rapid killing, rapid advancement...

All the way to the point. See the base camp of the barbarian army!

A barbarian, fallen under his sword...

Wang Lin, there is no joy or sorrow on his face...

Heart...

But it's exciting!

He loves this kind of sword to the flesh...

A sword to the blood...

A sword makes people feel like they're falling under their feet...

Maybe...

He was born bloodthirsty!

Seeing the bright red blood, he didn't feel sick...

Instead. And a lot of excitement...

I want to see more blood...

Still want to...

Put the sword in your hand on the strong body of the barbarian...

Pierce a sword hole...

Looking at the bright red blood, from the brutes of the barbarians...

Rolling out...

Such bloody scenes...

And it doesn't make him afraid...

On the contrary, it excites him...

Glad...

In the spilling of blood, flying...

Countless barbarians fell to the blood-red ground...

On the tragic battlefield...

He's like...

I see...

What is hell called...

What is called.

Hell miserable...

My heart is empty...

Hell Twelve. It kept appearing in his mind...

The sword in the hand...

Inevitably, I started to learn the movements of the Hell Twelve, and began to wield...

In the mind...

A stout body as high as a mountain...

Appear...

All of them are like gods and demons...

Also emerged...

One by one, they landed in that vastness. On the battlefield of great tragedy...

With twelve...

Fight against thousands of enemies...

The enemy of the other side...

Like locusts...

The overwhelming rush is coming...

The sword flashed...

The cold light of the iron armor on his body...

It's chilling to watch...

What's even more heart-wrenching...

This cold light...

Tens of thousands, densely packed with a large area, people can't help but be weak for a while...

Trembling over it...

However...

These twelve figures are like gods and demons...

Even if you're covered in blood...

But I didn't care...

His eyes are full of murderous energy...

Cold light shines on Kyushu!

Break the nine heavens with one sword!

Just a sword...

Thousands of troops in front of you...

All of them are torn apart...

Blood...

Splashing up at a high speed...

It's tingling to watch...

Another sword...

A god-like figure...

Jump high...

Cover, the whole moonshine...

Hacked from the sky...

The mountains shake and the ground shakes...

It's like an earthquake...

So that the whole landscape...

have changed dramatically...

One horizontal, one vertical, one split. A hook, a slash...

A whole twelve...

It looks like it's very simple...

But...