The long sword held by the cultivator wearing a moon-white robe was also moon-white, and after the true yuan in his body flowed into the sword body, the summoned heaven and earth vitality only condensed into a thin luster flowing on the surface of the sword body.

This sword seemed to be light, but it was tough and sharp, and the two powerhouses above the Five Realms that he killed were all cut off by the blades in his hands.

The general, who stood silently like a part of an abandoned chariot, was extremely patient, and waited until the luster of the moon-white sword faded before he suddenly moved.

There was a muffled thud under his feet, like a sledgehammer striking at something wrapped in cotton.

Such a sound was not noticed at all in the battle formation that made the blue wolves in the distance curl up and tremble, but in the next moment, this blue-armored general became the focus of attention of everyone around him.

Two waves of exhaust air flipped to the sides as his body thrust forward.

The surging force caused all the sergeants in his path to roll out to the sides with the waves of air.

The green armor on his body originally looked like it had no patterns at all in the dark night, but at this moment, it was covered with extremely dense dark gold runes.

The hot air slammed through the runes, splattering golden sparks.

Sensing the aura bursting from this general's body, the swordsman in the moon-white robe suddenly turned pale, this was the time when he was weak, but in a sense, it was also the strongest moment in his life.

Because the opponent is unprecedentedly strong, it is bound to allow him to unleash all his strength, including the means to save his life in the end.

A white spar hung in front of him with an aura unique to his natal object, and the white flame of light fell into the sword in his hand like a flowing stream, and at the same time, the sound of a huge mountain moving and roaring was heard in the sky.

Many flying swords in this sky let out a wail of fear, and they all avoided it.

An irrepressible exclamation of horror sounded.

Although he saw that this moon-white robed swordsman was killing people like a mustard, and even the powerhouses of the Five Realms were killed casually, this person had been hidden before. It was only at this time that the people around him suddenly realized that this person was the true Seven Realms Grandmaster.

At this time, the green armored general had already rushed in front of him.

There was a sharp crackling sound.

A dazzling purple flame poured out of the hands of the blue-armored general.

Boom!

The dull sound of drums sounded in the heavens and the earth.

However, this dull sound at this time covered most of the sounds on the battlefield, and everyone's hearts were shocked.

The figure of the swordsman in the moon-white robe disappeared in an instant.

When the people around him came back to their senses, they realized that the body of this Seven Realms Sword Master had turned into a white streamer in the night, and he didn't know how many feet he had been shocked backwards.

The body of the blue-armored general stood still.

His figure was incredibly tall as the cyan armor on his body began to crack.

Those runes that shone with golden light seemed to absorb the impact of Fang Cai's hard fight, but the result was that the green armor itself was cracked, and it was blown away by the tumbling true yuan on his body.

Inside the green armor of Bangfei is a middle-aged man with a thin body.

His right hand clenched a piece of purple object like a short stick. His face was a little haggard and melancholy, but he was indescribably resolute.

"General Fan!"

In such a long period of chaotic strangulation, even the powerhouses of the Seven Realms were already powerless, and the rest of the people were naturally even more tired, but the moment this middle-aged man showed his figure, countless cheers and shouts resounded, and many people instantly gained strength and courage, and even gained the confidence to win.

In such a battle array, in this whole world. Only a general surnamed Fan can give his own sergeants such confidence.

Great Chu Dynasty, Yum General Fan Dongliu.

One side is the Chu army, and the other side is mostly Xuanyi Xuanjia, and most of the cultivators are sword masters. This is naturally the army of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Listening to the shouts and cheers at this time, full of surprise, it can be concluded that the original commander of the Chu army here, and the vast majority of people did not know that Fan Dongliu would be here.

Seeing that the moon-white robed grandmaster was shocked by a blow, several swordsmen in light armor or cloth clothes in the vicinity showed sad expressions. Flying towards Fan Dongliu.

Fan Dongliu's face was as usual, the purple object like a short stick in his right hand shone slightly like a jewel, and a unique qi penetrated into his body in reverse. But his right hand was hanging still, and his left hand used his fingers as a sword, shooting out purple sword light, and lightly assassinated these swordsmen.

He was one of the few powerhouses in the Great Chu Dynasty, and his strength was far superior to that of the Seven Realms Grandmasters of the same level, and he held back in the previous battle, which was to play a decisive role at this time.

As soon as he killed the swordsmen, his body flew up and flew northward, falling towards a large, heavy chariot faster than most flying swords.

The chariot was shaped like a square tripod, and it was different from ordinary chariots, and it was surrounded by a strange metal vertical net that prevented the impact of the talisman.

In the middle of the chariot, there was a lonely old man.

This old man didn't use a sword, but every time his breath vibrate, the ground on the battlefield would instantly churn, and the Chu Army cultivator on it would immediately lose his trace.

In Fan Dongliu's eyes, this old man was the most threatening figure on the battlefield at this time.

Not only did the other party definitely be a cultivator of the Seven Realms, but every blow of this old man seemed to be dispatching the situation on the entire battlefield, and every blow he made was accumulating victory for the Qin army.

Fan Dongliu couldn't think of any other general in the Great Qin Dynasty than those he was familiar with.

But he was sure that if he succeeded in killing the old man now, the battle would end in their victory.

The Grandmaster in the moon-white robe was Ning Yi, a ram from the Luoshen Sword Academy, and the only one on his route to assassinate the old man that could pose a mortal threat to him, and at this time, he successfully solved this threat at the cost of more than a dozen cultivators and a piece of imperial gold armor, and in his opinion, no one could interfere with his fight with the old man.

However, at this moment, Fan Dongliu suddenly felt an extraordinary aura.

He looked up in disbelief and looked at the endless sky above.

In the endless sky, several faint white streamers suddenly appeared.

These few white streamers were not the brilliance of a flying sword, but a few real flames.

Above the endless sky, the white sparks fell.

At this moment, Fan Dongliu thought of a lot of stories.

In the battlefields where the Great Qin Dynasty fought with the Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties in the past, there were also many times when such sparks appeared.

There are many famous generals who fell in such a spark.

This represents one of the most powerful lineages in the Bashan Sword Field, but the legendary female cultivator who has wielded such power many times has completely changed her identity.

"Admire. ”

The corners of Fan Dongliu's mouth flashed with unspeakable bitterness, and he immediately guessed the identity of the old man, but the disbelief in his eyes quickly turned into emotion, and he said softly to himself: "I didn't expect that even you left Changling and came here... Isn't the current Changling an empty city?"

......

Deer Mountain.

The sky will be bright.

Only the last few stone steps remained in front of Emperor Yuanwu.

From the ironclad warship docking at the shallow beach closest to Lushan, walking all the way to the mountain, to climbing the mountain at this moment, he just spent the night.

In his perception, he could no longer feel the strange fluctuations coming from the distant field.

He knew that the dust had settled on the battle, and a confident smile appeared on his lips again.

Coincidentally, at this time, a thin meteor crossed the sky that was about to turn over the belly of the fish.

"The stars will fall, good luck. ”

Such an astrology has its own historians who will judge and record, but he has already made a judgment and said this to Huang Zhenwei behind him.

Because in his opinion, the history books of future generations will be determined by him. (To be continued......)