God of Life and Death

"It is destined to be difficult to cultivate one vein at the same time. In addition to being difficult to break through the existing realm, you have to be careful that there are some enemies among the ten thousand races who specifically target this vein! People in this vein used to be in the Middle and Ancient times. It is extremely brilliant, but at the same time it has taken over some enemies!"

The Star Sword urged Fang Yue to make Fang Yue be careful and cautious.

Fang Yue nodded slightly involuntarily.

Then the Star Sword disappeared!

He was completely relieved that as long as Fang Yue was there, the people who were not at ease should be the powerhouses of these ten thousand races.

I don't know how many powerful people of the ten thousand races will be lost in this ancient ruin this time, using their lives to repay the heinous sins committed by the ten thousand races against the human race!

Fang Yue's expression was rather cold.

He overlooked the ten thousand races and regarded the capital as a dog and horse.

He hated all the races in the outside world very much!

If these ten thousand races cannot have more casualties, I am afraid that the war on the frontline human races will be difficult to quell.

In the town of Anran, Fang Yue's deity had already separated a strand of clone, and hurried to the cold iron city on the front line.

Since he has promised Xingchenjian to shoot, he will definitely not miss the contract.

Under the cold iron city, there is already a sea of ​​dead mountains and blood.

The corpses of the ancient race and the human race are intertwined, and it is difficult to distinguish the ethnic difference!

The blood flowed and turned into a gurgling stream.

A human general with a sword in one hand, he stood on the front line with difficulty!

There is still a faint trace of blood on the face of the general of the human race.

His face is stern and solemn, which makes people feel inexplicably awe!

The armor on his back was cracked, blood and bones intertwined.

"Does anyone of the ancient children dare to fight with me?"

Although this general of the human race was seriously injured, he was stunned, and he was still arguing against the people of the ancient race!

Although he only had the level of the peak of the virtual fairyland, he had just killed an ancient strongman who had just entered the level of the true fairyland.

Now, his power is strong, no one dares to fight.

"The reptiles of the human race! Now you are just dying to struggle! Could it be, do you really think that you can resist the thousands of troops of my ancient race?"

An ancient true fairy slowly walked out of the crowd, he just arrived!

The human races on this side of Cold Iron City are a bit tied.

An elder from an ancient tribe personally issued an order to him.

Although the Xuxian of this human race is strong, he is already a ninth-class genius, but he has gone through the battle just now and consumes too much, and he is now at the end of the battle!

Even this true fairy from the ancient race feels like he has hurriedly arrived, he is already a little fussy!

You don't need to do it yourself, as long as there are two ancient imaginary immortals taking turns to battle, Mo will be able to grind the true immortal of this human race to death!

Fang Yue's expression was slightly cold.

There seemed to be divine fire beating constantly in his eyes!

Now, his spiritual energy clone has descended, attached to a puppet of the virtual fairyland level.

He was wearing a black armor and helmet, hiding his entire body.

He did not show up, but was using the Yin and Yang teleportation array to let the flesh and blood clones teleport the guardians of the human races who were reborn from the heroic spirits!

Even though he has shocking combat power, after all, he will not be able to protect this cold iron city for a long time.

And even if he shoots, the ten thousand races will not be afraid, after all, he is only one person, how can he kill the thousands of troops of ten thousand races?

"What do you say about this? If you have the ability to fight!"

The Xuxian of the Human Race roared, and he shattered the clouds and the sword was facing.

The sharp edge is like electricity, pointing directly at the ancient true immortal in the distance.

His aura is so strong that it has vaguely surpassed the true immortal of the ancient race on the opposite side.

Although the realm of the ancients is high, it does not have the spirit and boldness of going forward and shrouded in horse leather!

"Human ants, take your life!"

The true immortal of the ancient clan finally couldn't help but make a move.

The bronze long sword in his hand was like a long rainbow piercing the sun, piercing the human race's Xuxian's eyebrows.

"Heroic Spirit of Human Race, accompany me to fight!"

"Qi said without clothes, and the same robe with the son!"

Human Race's imaginary blood ran out, and his voice was weak, but there was still a firmness in his weakness.

"Qi said without clothes, and the same robe with the son!"

In that unmanned battlefield, inexplicably, there was a voice in the void that responded with the human imaginary fairy!

The sound of harmony is endless!

The sound rises and falls.

Remnant souls emerged one after another.

These people are all warriors of the human race who died in battle. They may not be glorious before they are alive, and they will also turn into dust after death, extremely humble.

But under the call of this Human Race Xuxian, even if they die, they have to stand with Human Race to guard the territory and fight with the ancient people!

The sound is getting louder!

The world is turbulent!

Fang Yue's eyes closed slightly.

He was feeling the tragic and unrelenting atmosphere in the ancient battlefield!

Heads of remnant souls appeared, blocking the Xuxian of Human Race.

Let the ancient bronze sword pierce through the body and erase the last trace of existence in this world.

Their existence is only to weaken the power of that long sword a little bit.

One end is not enough, then two ends!

If two ends are not enough, then don't worry!

Finally, I don't know how many remnants of souls have been pierced.

The bronze long sword finally appeared in front of Human Race Xuxian.

The Xuxian of the Human Race did not look directly at this sword, he just closed his eyes, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.

The power of the bronze long sword has not survived.

However, the Xuxian of Human Race never resisted.

He let the sword pierce his brow.

Just for life for life!

I don't know when, a rusty war spear appeared in the hands of Human Race Xuxian.

The spear raised.

Pierced the heart of the ancient true fairy.

That spear was like a demon, and while piercing the heart of the ancient true celestial being, it was greedily and crazy sucking the flesh and soul of the ancient true celestial being.

The true fairy of the ancient tribe was full of horror.

He didn't expect that a battle he didn't care about would be the last battle in his life.

There was a bang, the blood rain pouring, and the wind wailing!

The endless clouds pressed down the sky.

This is sending the end for the true immortals of the ancients!

Also seeing off a warrior of the human race!

Fang Yue's heart seemed to be blocked, a little choked and speechless!

The rain is heavy.

Blood stained the ground!

The Xuxian of the Human Race closed his eyes, and his body was already cut off the most capable vitality!

However, even at the moment he died in battle, he was still standing with a long sword in his hand!

His spine is straight and straight, and the blood in his body rushes into the sky, like a raging flame, illuminating the long dark night of the human race and guiding the bright direction!

"This human general can be called a hero!"

Fang Yue sighed while standing on the city wall.

"Though thousands of people are coming!"

Accompanied by Fang Yue's light sigh, that body turned into flying ash and annihilated.

With the final blow, he exhausted all his strength and potential, and even the energy in every cell was squeezed clean.

It was just an ordinary spear of the virtual fairyland level. There was nothing special. The reason why he was able to kill the ancients of the true fairyland level was because he tried his best and used all his power to shoot a shot. .

Even Fang Yue could tell that this imaginary immortal was already exhausted.

In fact, if the true immortal of the ancient race didn't make a move, as long as he waited for one day, the virtual immortal of the human race would die forever.

"The ancient clan at the virtual fairyland level is still a little unbearable after all! In fact, he could not die!"

Fang Yue said dryly.

The ancients of the true fairyland level have fallen.

It was a heavy blow to the ancients.

There are no true immortals guarded by the cold iron city, but they have fallen one after another of two true immortal level powerhouses.

This is a serious corruption to the prestige of the ancients.

"Haha! Su Guangming is dead! I see who among your human races can resist the iron hooves of my ancient race."

Among the ancient tribe's army, there was a real fairyland-level powerhouse who stood up.

The lion fights the rabbit, but it still needs to do its best!

This time, in order to win the human race, the ancient clan's display completely collapsed.

They are fully prepared!

Cold Iron City is a bit sad here.

A veteran with broken armor came to the city one by one.

All of them have cold faces!

There is light in the eyes from time to time.

These veterans are all injured, a total of eight virtual immortals, this is the last pride of Cold Iron City!

"I would rather die than surrender!"

"I would rather die than surrender!"

A veteran waved his arms, and the wound on his back was torn.

However, he didn't care, letting the blood flow from his back.

The flag swayed, and the whole universe was turbulent.

"Fighting for the race, where you die, if you want to take down the human race, unless you step on the corpse I am waiting for!"

The veteran has a hoarse voice.

There have been wars in the past few days, and he has been fighting for three days without rest.

The whole body is covered with swords, guns and sword marks, and the whole body is covered with hidden diseases.

However, the veteran didn't care.

Because he knew that he should not survive this day!

Unequal strength!

Unequal resources!

What should they use to fight?

In Cold Iron City, there were only twelve imaginary immortals, including Su Guangming, who had just fallen, four of them had already died in battle!

The other eight are here, all wounded, exhausted, and the reason why they can still stand in combat is all supported by a belief!

However, just having faith is difficult to fill the gap in strength!

On the other hand, among the ancient tribes, true immortals continued, and as many as three have already stood up, and there are as many as 100 strong people in the virtual fairyland. After this war, who knows how many people will be able to walk off the battlefield alive.

But if you fight for the human race, you die!

He has no regrets!

No hate!

A tear bloomed in the corner of Fang Yue's eyes.

He was infected by the spirit of the lieutenant in this cold iron city.

At this time, a Xuxian from the ancient tribe stood up.

"Who would dare me to fight in the Cold Iron City?"

The man is fierce.

The veteran resisted the pain and wanted to go to the city to fight.

"Senior, you rest first, let my people do this battle!"

Fang Yue respectfully stopped the old man's pace.

At the same time, a heroic guardian of the virtual fairyland level stepped down from the city!

"Who are you?"

Seeing this heroic guardian, the ancient clan's Xuxian's face changed slightly! Could it be among the human race. Reinforcements appeared?

"Human, Han Yi!"

The protector of the human race didn't bother to pay attention to the imaginary immortal of the ancient race. Although both were imaginary immortals, the gap between the two was not generally large.