Even from a distance, you can still feel the huge evil qi entrenched in the void, the rich gray mist obscures the sky and the sun, and the lingering rancid smell comes to your face, which makes people sick.

"Boom", the war horse stopped, no matter how it drove, it did not dare to take another step, but just circled in place, and the huge hooves of the horse dug a big hole in the ground.

"You're a brute, and you're sensitive. Wei Jing and Dongjun came out of the carriage together, looked at the manic war horse and scolded with a smile.

Qiu Ci's face showed a trace of embarrassment, and he couldn't help but use the horse whip in his hand to slap the horse's buttocks, and the war horse was even more manic under the pain.

Once such an ordinary beast enters the Changping Ancient Battlefield, there is only one ending, that is, the evil spirit is like a body, and there is no place to bury it, and it is not difficult for Wei Jing to break the reins and let it go.

"Let's go, let's go in. With a flip of his palm, the green bamboo sword appeared in his hand, and in an instant, the cold light soared, the sword qi rushed into the night, and the high-pitched sword roar echoed between heaven and earth.

The sword spirit was longing, the sword body was trembling, and a bloodthirsty killing intent poured out.

"I'll let you eat enough. With a touch of Wei Jing's palm, the Qingzhu Sword was immediately suppressed by a powerful force, and the sword body calmed down.

The ancient battlefield of Changping is a hundred miles large, full of corpses and bones, and countless decaying weapons, which shows the tragedy of the war that year.

Back then, Bai Qi led the Qin army and almost completely defeated Zhao State, and finally killed Zhao Guo's soldiers, which created this piece of ghost.

300,000 people died, they were not killed in battle, but surrendered and then killed, which is a shame, even if they died, the souls of these soldiers did not want to be reincarnated, but continued to stay here, turned into ghosts. Where did the ghosts of the underworld dare to come here to reject the soul, they avoided it one after another.

"There are countless evil spirits in it, and they are extremely vicious. Dongjun said cautiously.

It was also the first time she had stepped into this place, and she always felt that there was a huge force pressing on her head, and even the mana in her body began to slow down.

Although these Zhao soldiers were defeated by Bai Qi, their grievances were monstrous after their deaths, and their strength skyrocketed, even if they were Golden Immortal Monks, they did not dare to be presumptuous in this.

Sure enough, as soon as Dongjun's words were finished, a huge evil spirit came out of the clouds, with a green face and fangs, a tattered battle armor on his body, and a two-zhang long war war in his hand.

The evil spirit let out a huge roar, and directly carried the battle to slash down, bringing a huge wind, surging with evil energy, and the power was amazing.

Wei Jing's feet did not stop, a three-foot-long sword qi appeared out of thin air, shot out, and the sharp sword blade cut Zhan Ge into two sections, and by the way, pierced the evil spirit, completely wiped out the ashes.

Without Da Luo Jinxian's cultivation, he can't even take a sword in his hands, this is the horror of Wei Jing, a sword to break ten thousand laws.

The speed of the three of them was very fast, and all the fierce ghosts and ferocities encountered along the way were wiped out, and they came to the center of the Changping Ancient Battlefield with just a cup of tea.

A deep pit 10,000 feet large, full of dense bones.

It can be seen that when they died, their faces were hideous, extremely desperate, and they could only helplessly watch themselves die, which was a kind of torture, most people's minds collapsed when they were about to die, and there were very few people who could really face death calmly.

Qiu Ciqiao's face was pale, and beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, she had seen this kind of scene there, when the Jin Kingdom conquered the Sixteen Northern Kingdoms, where could the scene be compared with the Battle of Changping,

The war in Middle-earth was developed to the extreme during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and it can be said that there is no one before or after, no matter which dynasty it is, it cannot be compared with the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

The five hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period, the seven heroes of the Warring States, the vertical and horizontal, the hundred schools of thought contend, if the world is a picture scroll, then the war is undoubtedly a paintbrush, you sing and we appear, embellishing a great world.

The Battle of Changping used the flesh and blood of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Warring States to cast the ferocity of the Qin State.

Others may not dare to do this, but Bai Qi did, and the result was successful, completely destroying the Zhao State and cutting off a great enemy.

"Don't you think it's cruel?" Wei Jing frowned. Qiu Ci shook his head.

"This is war, either you die or I live, and if it were me, I would do the same. ”

She looked at the calm man with a little shock, and suddenly felt a little strange, as if she had never seen through him.

"There are only victories and defeats in war, Qiu'er, you have to remember that if you are not ruthless enough, the result will only be the same as them. Wei Jing pointed to the bones that could not be seen at a glance, paused and continued: "Would you rather be the dry bones in this mound or would you like to be in the world?"

Wei Jing didn't rush to make her answer, it may be a simple matter for you to let a person kill a person, but it is difficult for you to let him kill thousands of people.

Some things are in a hurry, you can take your time.

"There's movement. Dongjun said suddenly, her eyes looked into the distance, and the huge yin and yang qi gathered between her hands, as long as there was a slight mistake, she would burst out.

"Knock knock", the war drums are roaring, stretching endlessly, the armor collides with a piercing sound, there is a faint roar, and a Dao Senran ghost qi erupts, sweeping all directions.

The huge evil aura parted from the middle and faded to the sides, and they finally saw what was coming.

Ghost pawns, thousands of ghost pawns, formed a battle formation, orderly, and surrounded from all directions.

Countless killing intentions are stirring, the earth is shaking, the wind and clouds are changing color, and the sun and moon are dark.

Under this terrifying number, even Jin Xian will definitely not be able to please him, I am afraid that he can only flee in the wilderness, and if he is not careful, there is a possibility of falling.

His expression was slightly cautious, and he protected the two women behind him, and the green bamboo sword was automatically unsheathed, suspended in his chest, the emerald cold light flowed, and the cold killing intent skyrocketed.

"Ten Thousand Sword Technique", he pinched the seal technique with both hands, and a surging mana entered the sword body, and in an instant, countless identical cyan sword qi shot out from the green bamboo sword.

One into ten

100 out of 10

Hundreds of thousands

Thousands of innumerable

No one knew how much sword qi there was at this moment, but there was not the slightest gap within a hundred zhang of Jing's body.

With a pull of his palm, the sword qi erupted, overwhelmingly killing towards the army of ghost pawns, and the terrifying edge erupted, how did a group of ghost pawns block his sword qi. But after a few breaths, all the ghost pawns were killed.

His palm slapped again, and the green bamboo sword slowly rose into the air, and the sword body erupted with terrifying suction, like a huge black hole, frantically devouring the surging evil qi.

The power of the Yuan Shen of Wei Jing exploded, completely detonating the evil qi and killing of the Changping Ancient Battlefield, and a huge tornado penetrated the sky, and the evil qi rolled, continuously injecting into the Qingzhu Sword.

Evil Qi is the best tonic for sword killing, and under the nourishment of the almost boundless evil qi, the quality of sword killing is steadily improving.

This is not enough.

He immediately sat cross-legged, a huge river of mana wrapped around his body, and his hands kept hitting one seal after another into the blade of the sword, and the original emerald sword body began to reveal a trace of red from the inside out, as if dripping blood.

On the heavenly dome, the sharp edge began to become more and more irritable, and the sword qi crossed the void, and the earth was broken congenitally.