Boom!

A violent rumbling sound sounded in the battlefield, and a pillar of energy light that was full of a hundred feet burst out.

The pillar of light condensed like ice crystals protected Hou Kua in it.

Hou Kua's gun style has changed from the original offensive to the defensive, and Haolang's knife really made him smell death.

"The golden crow is furious, and there are millions of scorched corpses!"

In the terrifying fluctuations, Haolang's god-like murmuring voice was faintly heard.

Rumble!

At this moment, the sky is falling, and at this moment, the mountain is collapsing and the ground is cracking.

The pillar of ice crystals that surrounds and protects Houkua is carrying the infinite swords between heaven and earth.

The ice is constantly decreasing, and then turning into ice chips and flying. In a trance, it was like snowflakes floating in the sky, and these snows were white and jade, crystal clear. But no one thinks they're beautiful.

They felt a kind of strength in the face of what they felt, a sadness of powerlessness.

Later, he was invincible in the army, and he was a victorious general among the many generals of the Great Xia Fire Army. Some people even predicted that thirty years later, he would be the marshal of the Great Xia Kingdom.

But now, he's dying.

The ice became thinner and thinner, and Hou Ku was in the ice, brandishing his ice gun wildly.

Rumble!

Click!

The icicles collapsed and broke, and Houkua, who was hiding in the ice, finally didn't want to die in humiliation. He broke out of the ice, and his whole person turned into a brilliant streamer, even if he died, he had his dignity and pride.

Swish!

Whew!

The sword light is vertical and horizontal, and Brahma collapses. Even a sword that can't be contained by heaven and earth, how can mortals be able to dodge it at will?

Under Haolang's knife, all the pride of Hou Kua was finally frozen at the end.

When the ice and snow dissipated, Hou Kua dissipated like the ice and snow in his hands.

After boasting, die!

Hao Lang looked coldly at the burning army surrounding the three Golden Crow Princes, and took a step lightly.

As if there was a tacit understanding, at the moment when Haolang took a step, these burning soldiers who were originally fighting to the death would not retreat. They all took a step back. Haolang went in again, and they retreated.

Their courage could not bring them combat strength, let alone save their lives. So they immediately went to the other extreme. Gradually becoming cowardly. The soldiers will be brave, and the impact of death on the burning soldiers is great.

Zhang Baijian was also in the burning army, and from the close range, he could even perceive the strength of the Golden Crow Prince.

If an ordinary god powerhouse can move mountains and reclaim flowers, then the Golden Crow Prince far exceeds this level. The shaking of the Golden Crow Spirit is the burning of heaven and earth, which is simply not at the same level.

But after Kua's death, Zhang Baijian was a little puzzled.

If the later praise is really the praise of the father. Then his death would have been too light. It is impossible for such a character to leave a name in the history of mythology under any circumstances.

"Poor human beings, how do you know the brilliance of the scorching sun?" Hao Lang laughed presumptuously, waving the war knife in his hand, and the dazzling sword light swept by, and it was a piece of scorched earth.

"Since you dare to intercept and kill us and other Golden Crow Princes, you must be prepared to have your soul burned by the scorching sun forever. Are you ready to die now?" Hao Lang carried the power of the slashing post-slash, and the flames all over his body swelled. The brilliance faintly overshadowed the momentum of the other two Golden Crow Princes.

Zhuo Chiyang's eyes were red, and he calmly commanded the soldiers of the Burning Army, replaced Hou Kua to sit in the middle army, and arranged a military formation to resist the attack of the three Golden Crow Princes.

It's just that the gap between the soldiers of the Burning Army and the three Golden Crow Princes is too big. Even if they formed an army, they would not be able to fight them.

"Flame Dragon Array!"

Zhuo Chiyang gave orders in the Chinese army.

The entire Burning Eighth Army was in motion.

Spontaneously forming a special formation, each Burning Warrior forming a handprint at a unique frequency. The fire toxins in their bodies were all triggered, turning the warriors into burning men. These fire men gathered together like a ball of fire, surrounded by the scorching red sun as the core.

And Zhang Baijian was directly discharged from the military formation because he did not have fire toxin in his body and did not follow the drill formation.

But see that the mountains and rivers change. Tens of thousands of Flame Warriors all gathered into one, and they turned into an incomparably huge Demon Fire Flame Dragon.

Yan Long roared, looked at the three Golden Crow Princes, opened the dragon's mouth wide and tore at the three.

"Humph!"

"I can't help myself!"

Hao Lang wielded a knife. The brilliance of the Sun God Sword shines through the ages.

The divine sword fell from the sky like the light of the sun, and then collided with the huge flame dragon.

From a distance, it looks like a huge flame dragon is holding the scorching sun in its mouth, and it is shocking and incredible.

And then there was an incomparably exaggerated, incomparably terrifying explosion.

After the explosion.

The entire radius of a hundred miles was gone.

It became a hollow.

In the hollow, the three scorching suns wantonly exuded their brilliant might.

And the whole space no longer seems to see a single soldier of the Burning Army.

Eighty thousand burnt soldiers. The First World War was all down.

Zhang Baijian escaped because he was thrown out of the fire battle array.

But looking at the 80,000 flames that disappeared, my heart was still like a knife.

Although they only get along for a short time, they are already brothers who treat each other with all sincerity. What's more, Zhuo Chiyang took care of him like a younger brother, how could he not take it to heart.

Looking at the three golden crows in the sky, as if exuding an incomparably blazing light, Zhang Baijian's hand holding the Hundred Battles Sword was a little pale.

Don't say that he is at this moment, even if he was in the past when ten thousand swords were one and he could use the human emperor sword seal at will, he might not be the opponent of the three golden crow princes. They are so powerful, so powerful that they don't look like mortal things.

Rumble!!!

There was a crash of the sky falling.

Countless dead vines grew from all directions.

These withered vines were not afraid of the flames, and they actually pulled the three golden crow princes and pulled them into the Yu Yuan not far away.

It turned out that in the battle of the Burning Army, the three Golden Crow Princes unknowingly approached the range of Yu Yuan.

As the three Golden Crow Princes fell into Yu Yuan, the entire incomparably hot and bright world became normal again.

Zhang Baijian opened his legs and ran towards Yu Yuan as well.

He wanted to see what kind of trap it was, worth costing the lives of 80,000 burning soldiers.

Approaching Yu Yuan, Zhang Baijian felt an extreme coldness and despair.

An indescribable death qi began to surround Zhang Baijian, but it was blasted away by the strongest thunder on Zhang Baijian's body.

Facing the abyss in front of him, Zhang Baijian did not hesitate and plunged down.

An incomparably foul-smelling yin wind swept past Zhang Baijian's side, and everything was collapsing downward, as if the whole world would be buried in this abyss.

Zhang Baijian's naked eyes were sinking rapidly, and he could no longer see everything clearly.

Light loses its role here.

It's a place that is cut off from all light.

Zhang Baijian finally knew why Yu Yuan would become the burial place of the Golden Crow. (To be continued.) )

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