The three-pointed, two-edged knife was fast and urgent, and with Yang Jian's full of anger, it slashed fiercely towards Emperor Shakti.

"Go ahead, pester him—"

At the critical moment, the Emperor finally released his last reliance on the Blood God Son.

A blood light flew out of his arms, instantly affecting Yang Jian, and the blood light turned into a Shura holding a war knife in the air, and his appearance was the same as that of Emperor Shakti.

As soon as the Blood God Son appeared, he burned the origin directly, and the furious Shura murderous aura turned into Shura Blood Flame and frantically pounced on Yang Jian, and the Shura War Knife in his hand also blocked the three-pointed two-edged knife.

"Boom-"

The two knives collided, Yang Jian urged all his body strength, and immediately lifted the Blood River Forest, who only had the strength of Emperor Shakti, out by himself, and then strode forward and continued to kill Emperor Shakti.

Emperor Shakti's viscera was injured at this time, and he could only barely lift a wisp of True Yuan, which was not Yang Jian's opponent at all, and when he saw Yang Jian killing, he immediately forcibly urged True Yuan and fled into the distance.

At the same time as he fled, the Blood God Son who was shocked to fly actually raised his war knife and pounced on Yuan Hong. At this time, Yuan Hong's muscles and veins were broken, and he had no power to fight back, if he was slashed by this knife, he would definitely be dead and lifeless.

Yang Jian caught a glimpse of the Blood God Son's movements, so he had to give up the idea of chasing and killing Emperor Shakti, and the three-pointed two-edged knife came out of his hand and hit the Blood God Son in the air, shaking it up again.

Although the strength of the Yang family is not as good as Yuan Hong, the strength of his physical body is enough to move mountains and reclaim the sea, comparable to the Eightfold Heavenly Golden Immortal.

I saw him leap vertically, his body rose in the air, and his probe grabbed the three-pointed two-edged knife that shot back, and spun it to slash at the Blood God Son.

The strength of the Blood God Son is already weak, and the sword technique is only a small success, and the comprehensive strength is even weaker than the Wukong Blood, even if the blood flame is burned, it only lasts two or three rounds in Yang Jian's hands and is beaten into a cloud of blood mist, and the dead can't die anymore.

After Yang Jian cleaned up the Blood God Son, Emperor Shakti had already dragged his seriously injured body and fled, and disappeared.

"Count him lucky today, he is under construction, and I will take his head to avenge you, Brother Yuan. Yang Jian opened the Heavenly Eye and glanced around, confirming that Emperor Shakti had indeed gone away, and then helped Yuan Hong to comfort him.

"His grandmother's, of course I want to take revenge myself. Although Yuan Hong was seriously injured at this time, his tone was still full of anger.

"I'll send you back to heaven first, I hope this injury doesn't affect you. Yang Jian shook the picture, raised his hand and sent a message to Chu Ying, signaling that Emperor Shitian had fled, and then took Yuan Hong to the sky and disappeared on the hill in an instant.

At that time, the Chu camp was experiencing a big battle, although Wen Zhong learned the news in advance, but after all, the time was too short, the preparation was too hasty, and the enemy who was only half of his number still fell into an absolute disadvantage.

The two golden whips in Wen Zhong's hands are like two dragon wastes, crazy devourers and sneak attackers, but there are obviously many masters in the hundred countries of the Western Regions, although Wen Zhong is strong, but there is nothing he can do in the face of this endless enemy army.

Wen Zhongzheng was killing, when he suddenly saw a silver light flying from afar, he casually fished it in his hand, opened it and took a look, and the contents of it immediately made the old lady very happy.

He mustered up all his strength and shouted: "The enemy lord has been killed, and the generals will lift their spirits and follow the old man to kill the attacking enemy." ”

While shouting, the two golden whips suddenly swelled in momentum, sweeping away many enemy soldiers in front of the Chinese army's tent.

Wen Zhong's roar instantly boosted the morale of the Chu army, and the generals shook their spirits, and the originally sluggish Chu army soldiers also boiled, and the war knife in his hand was swung out more powerfully, and a large number of enemies would be killed in an instant.

Unlike the morale of the Chu army, with this roar, the generals of the attack camp of the hundred countries of the Western Regions were all shocked, although they knew how powerful the Rakshasa lord was, but they couldn't stop the soldiers who were gradually beginning to rout.

The so-called defeat of the army is like a mountain, the defeat of the 500,000 army is like a flood bursting the embankment, there is no way to stop it, the generals are helpless, there is no one to preside over the overall situation, and in the end, in order not to fall into the enemy formation, they can only be defeated with the army.

This battle has been fought from midnight to three poles in the morning, and the entire battlefield has been stained red with blood for thousands of miles, and there are even some low valleys, where blood flows and gathers to form blood-colored lakes.

At this moment, on the battlefield, countless soldiers of the Chu army are cleaning up the battlefield, putting away the swords and soldiers, piling up the corpses one by one, as the corpses are piled up, the monks with fire attributes throw out the flames casually, and in an instant, countless thick smoke and flames rise up in the entire battlefield......

Wen Zhong stood on a high ground with his helmet in his hand, looking at the bright red in his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh.

The statistician came to report: "Marshal Qiqi, the casualties of our army in this battle have been counted. ”

"It's out......" At this moment, Wen Zhong's white hair was fluttering, and a trace of exhaustion was revealed in his devastation. Hoarse said, "Read it." ”

"According to the reports and summaries of the battalions and schools, our army lost 2578,409 people in this battle, and the rest were all lightly wounded and seriously wounded...... None!"

"Two hundred and fifty thousand, ah......" Wen Zhong waved his hand tiredly, and the statistician retreated with interest.

Wen Zhong has commanded countless troops in his life, and there are not as many large and small battles as before, and he is used to seeing life and death, but every big battle will make his heart a little older, although he has a powerful Shinto cultivation comparable to the Sixfold Heavenly Golden Immortal, but at this moment, he is unprecedentedly tired.

"The master doesn't have to be sad, since ancient times, the clay pot has not been broken from the well, and the soldiers will inevitably die in battle, no matter what, this battle is our victory. Deng Jiugong, who was dressed in green dragon armor, held a big knife and said loudly: "After this battle, the vitality of the hundred countries in the Western Regions has been greatly damaged, and I am no longer able to resist the great Chu Shenwei, and most of my tasks have been completed." ”

"Qinglong Xingjun is right, Tianzun doesn't have to be sad. A white light flickered in the distance, and Tai Bai Xing appeared beside Wen Zhong in white clothes.

"Meet Lord Tai Bai Xing. All the generals saluted in unison.

"Lord Venus!" Wen Zhong also nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty has just learned that Puhua Tianzun has defeated the Western Regions Hundred Nations Alliance, and I have sent an old minister to visit Puhua Tianzun. Tai Bai Xing nodded slightly, and then waved his hand, and saw a purple light in the middle military tent in the distance, and surging divine power fluctuations flowed out of it, causing the hearts of all the generals present to ripple.

"This is ......" Wen Zhong's eyes opened slightly: "Ziwei Starlight." I didn't expect His Majesty to give such a heavy reward. ”

"Nine million wisps of crape myrtle starlight, I hope that Puhua Tianzun can continue to perform, if he can take advantage of the victory to pursue and destroy the fifty-nation alliance, presumably His Majesty will be very happy and give a heavier reward. Tai Bai Xing nodded with satisfaction, and his white eyebrows were almost about to jump one by one.

"Wen Zhong will definitely pacify the fifty countries in the Eastern Regions as soon as possible and share your Majesty's worries. Wen Zhong clenched his fists heavily.

"That's good, the old minister still has important things to do this time, so let's go first. Tai Bai Xingwei nodded to Wen Zhong again, and then his figure soared up and disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

"Congratulations to Lord Tai Bai Xing!" the generals saluted in unison again.