"Knock knock!" The earth-shattering drums sounded like beating on everyone's hearts, making people's blood gush out, and the 'Yin' soldiers of Snow White City stepped on the rhythm of war drums, and continued to condense their mana to hit Seinfeld and the others below.

Below, only half of Seinfeld's men were killed.

Above, there were only 200,000 of the original 300,000 'Yin' soldiers left.

The contrast on the surface seems to be a victory on Marshal Murong's side.

But on Seinfeld's side, the rest of the people are all absolute powerhouses, and the worst ones are already 'penetrating' the cultivation of the realm.

Seinfeld stepped out step by step, and with the fall of a large number of 'Yin' soldiers, the Dementor Banner swept away, collecting a large number of 'Yin' soldiers who were powerless to fight back into the Dementor Banner.

The corners of Seinfeld's mouth were bleeding, but the expression on his face was unusually profound.

The turquoise flames on his body were like his own unyielding battle spirit, burning fiercely, as if he had burned the entire void.

Each one had different degrees of injuries on their bodies, and each one was hovering between injury and recovery, their blood boiling under the scorching flames of Seinfeld.

Seinfeld raised his head, his eyes were still densely packed with impenetrable ghosts, still a void with surging 'yin' power, and the huge force blocked in front of him, making him seem to have to exhaust the strength of his whole body every time he took a step forward.

Seinfeld gritted his teeth and stood in front of everyone, taking the most attack power, but laughing like a madman.

The flames of war burned mercilessly on both sides, and as he watched his companions fall, Seinfeld's eyes were as cold as 10,000 years of ice.

Behind Song Fei, the Dragon Group Yang Clan, Demon Beasts and others seemed to understand at this moment why Song Fei's prestige in the Heavenly Sword Sect was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

His prestige is not only powerful, but more importantly, he uses his perseverance to bring people indelible hope.

The green flame is like a ray of dawn, and as long as the green flame is not extinguished, it is as if hope is not extinguished.

"Brothers, can you still fight?" Seinfeld turned his head and asked loudly as the flames of battle filled the air.

"Yes!" The first to answer Seinfeld was the earth-shattering sound of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Then the Yang Clan Dragon Group Demon Beast and other others were also stunned for a moment, and at the same time let out a huge roar: "Yes!"

"Let's fight, then. Seinfeld said loudly, "Whoever kills my brother, destroy his 'gate', brothers, how will these people deal with our brother." ”

"Kill!"

This time, Seinfeld was answered with a neat roar.

One by one, their eyes looked eagerly at Seinfeld, and these people suddenly became enthusiastic, with such a leader, even if they died in battle. To be able to fight to the death for the life and death of a brother like this, even if it is worth dying.

"Fight!" Yang Xiashan roared

"Fight!" Lan Yu roared.

"Fight!" the monsters roared.

The battle intent that soared into the sky soared into the sky, and a thick murderous aura filled the entire void, even comparing the murderous aura of the 200,000 army.

Seinfeld continued to grit his teeth and 'push' closer, step by step, in the direction where the other brothers were being imprisoned in the distance.

"Right in front is where our brother was being held. Seinfeld roared.

"Kill!"

A large number of 'yin' souls are falling, and although the 'yin' soldiers and 'yin' generals have paid a great price and caused serious trauma to Seinfeld and others, they still can't stop his footsteps, and can only watch them 'approach' step by step.

The scene in front of him has exceeded everyone's prediction, all the onlookers have restrained their smiles at this moment, and the tragedy in front of them has exceeded everyone's expectations.

The Earth Realm has been comfortable for too long, and almost all the ghost cultivators have never seen such a tragic war.

With the passage of time, Marshal Murong's face gradually changed, and the battle had been going on for so long, and more than a dozen Tribulation Realm masters had fallen.

That's the realm of tribulation, in the realm of the earth, there are very few ghost cultivators who can cross the tribulation, and most of the people are stuck in the realm of peeping into the sky, in order not to be killed by the thunderstorm.

Such masters, each of them is Murong Bojia's henchmen, and their fall makes Murong Bojia feel very distressed.

The 'yin' wind gusted, and Murong Bojia's action brought an even greater threat to the Qingtian Sword Sect.

Every time a black 'colored' spear was stabbed, the onlookers were horrified.

This spear is a treasure given to every marshal by the city lord of Snow City, and it is an immortal-level magic weapon. In the entire Snow City, except for the five generalissimos and the great butler, who had immortal weapons, none of the rest of the people could have them.

"A master of the Mahayana realm, nothing more than that. Below, Seinfeld laughed disdainfully.

With the Heavenly Fire Wheel, the exercises are even more to restrain ghosts, even if he is a master of the Mahayana realm, Seinfeld is still not afraid.

Wielding the Heavenly Fire Wheel, Seinfeld resisted Murong Bojia's attack with the strength of one person.

Soldier against soldier, general against general, after Seinfeld blocked Murong Bojia's attack, the rest of the others fought with other 'Yin' soldiers.

As for the big goat, there is also a terrifying opponent, the same master of the Mahayana realm, the deputy marshal of the entire Murong Legion.

Jiang Gongzi didn't know when he had retreated, and at the same time, he had already contacted the other four marshals, as long as the others shot at the same time, then the great array of Snow City could be complete, and the power was not comparable now.

Moreover, Jiang Gongzi also found that even if he fought to the end, Marshal Murong would be greatly injured, among the many marshals, Murong Bojia was the closest one to go with Jiang Gongzi, and Jiang Gongzi naturally didn't want this helper to lose too much.

On Seinfeld's side, the tragic war continues, and as time goes by, there are still people who continue to fall.

The huge dark clouds composed of the 'Yin' soldiers in the sky were constantly eaten away by the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the dark clouds that originally covered the sky and the sun had now been gnawed away, revealing a lead-gray 'colored' sky.

There are still 150,000 'Yin' soldiers left, and everyone around them is hanging colors, even if they rely on the Dan 'medicine' to recover, the Dan 'medicine' of the cultivation realm still can't be like the elixir, which can be recovered instantly.

The people around Seinfeld continued to decrease, but the elephants and others who saw this scene had contradictory looks on their faces one by one, and they also knew that powerful cultivation was not easy to come by.

On one side are the brothers who have cultivated to be strong enough, and on the other hand, there are enough brothers that they don't know which side they are leaning towards in their hearts, and no matter what, everyone's hearts are filled with great grief.

"Knock knock!" The drums of war are still ringing, and although Seinfeld has killed many people in the battle, his fighting spirit is still the same, and his murderous spirit is still there.

On Murong Bojia's side, because of the death of a large number of comrades-in-arms, instead of giving people the courage to fight to the death, many people were timid.

There is actually a 'Yin' who will secretly escape during the battle.

The embankment of thousands of miles was destroyed in the ant'hill', and the 'yin' who escaped was like an ant'hill'