Stunning beauty

The polar night world, the base of the human race.

It was snowing all over the sky, and the sun was supposed to be shining brightly, but it was snowing again around the polar night world. The weird weather was unimaginable.

In the human base, all the fortifications have just been half built, and at the most critical moment, the monster tide followed.

Outside the polar night world, in the Confucian camp, Li Ziye and others also noticed the movement in the polar night world, and their expressions were shocked.

Monster tide!

Without any hesitation, the four of them got up immediately, ready to go to support.

However, just as the four of them took a few steps, a cold voice sounded from behind.

"You four, come back to me!"

"Chen Jiaoxi."

Bai Wangyu and Wenxiuru stopped, looked back and saw the visitor, their expressions changed, and they saluted respectfully.

"All go back to recuperate, and no one is allowed to leave the camp."

Chen Qiaoer stepped forward, glanced at the four of them coldly, and said.

"Chen Jiaoxi, there may be danger in the palm master, we have to help."

Bai Wangyu said anxiously.

"It will only be a disservice to your current situation, so stay here honestly."

Chen Qiaoer said coldly, "You don't need to worry about Master Zhang."

"Sister Qiao'er, the fortifications of the Extreme Night World have not been repaired yet, can Master Zhang stop them?"

Li Ziye said with a worried look on his face.

"If you can't stop it, you have to stop it."

Chen Qiaoer took two steps forward, staring at the polar night world in the north, with a flash of light in her eyes, and said calmly, "This is our mission in Mobei, Confucianists, the only way to die in battle!"

The polar night world, a land of endless darkness.

The flames are burning brightly, illuminating the night.

"Sword!"

The tide of monsters came, the disciples of the Confucianism formed an formation, joined hands with great righteousness, the light of the sword pierced through the extreme night, and the evil was destroyed with one sword.

A shocking sword, once again opened the war between the two races.

The rumble shook, resounding through the night, where the sword light came, severed limbs and arms flew down from the sky, and corpses littered the field.

"Soldiers, kill!"

When the war started, Maharaja Chisong shouted loudly and rushed to the forefront, splitting a big monster with a single knife, blood staining the battle armor.

"kill!"

In the rear, the soldiers of the Chisong tribe saw the majesty's bravery and fighting spirit, their morale was greatly boosted, their eyes were red, and they rushed up like crazy.

"This reckless man!"

Not far away, Lord Bai Di frowned when he saw this, his figure passed by, and he also rushed up.

"Vientiane, that person will be handed over to you."

In the demon army, Qingqing saw the Chisong clan maharaja rushing to the forefront, and said calmly, "In this war, let the blood of a human clan maharaja sacrifice the flag."

"Yes!"

In the rear, the Vientiane Demon King took the order, and rushed forward quickly, surrounded by black air.

"Haha, happy!"

At the forefront of the battlefield, Maharaja Chisong held a long knife and slashed wildly. His whole body was stained with demon blood, and he was extremely brave.

Later, the soldiers of Mobei Babu saw such an exciting scene, their confidence doubled, and they also sacrificed their lives to fight in the endless monster tide.

All of a sudden, the army of the monster tribe was smashed into pieces by the soldiers of the eight tribes of Mobei, and they were in a panic.

The importance of morale is fully revealed at this moment when the two armies are facing each other.

"The king of the human race has such a brave and skilled fighter. Very good, this king is here to meet you!"

At this time, in the monster army, an unusually powerful black monster energy surged in. The Vientiane Demon King stepped out and slapped Maharaja Chisong in front with his palm.

The peerless demon king, his strength is astonishing, even among the kings of the demon clan, he ranks among the top three existences, and once he makes a move, it shocks the hearts of the powerful people on the clan side.

"Good come!"

Maharaja Chisong also felt the horror of the demon king in front of him, however, it was too late to dodge at this moment, he shouted loudly, and the true energy in his body burst out violently.

"kill!"

The long sword was raised, the drum was beating, and the incomparably violent zhenqi surged. Maharaja Chisong swung the sword to slash Ji Ye. In an instant, a huge sword qi fell, which could open the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the two forces collided with each other, and the earth-shattering impact resounded throughout the polar night world. The surrounding soldiers, regardless of whether they were humans or monsters, were blown away. It was difficult to resist this astonishing force.

"happy!"

The aftermath shook, Chisong Maharaja's hands were dyed red, but his fighting spirit became more and more intense, he did not retreat but advanced, and the long knife was raised again.

The sword energy that broke through the night sky was so amazing that it cut down in the flying snow all over the sky, intending to open up a path of hope for the future of the human race.

"Myriad Phrases!"

Ahead, the Vientiane Demon King saw how brave the human king was, and his expression became serious. He flipped his palms over and controlled his shape with energy. Huge beasts appeared between the sky and the earth, howling and galloping, and howling.

"boom!"

The two shocking forces collided again in the extreme night, and in an instant, blood splashed, dyeing the flying snow in the sky into dazzling red.

With a clanging sound, the long knife fell into the ground, and blood pools flowed from Chisong Maharaja's arms, along the blade, into the ground.

The king of the human race is not weak, but the peerless demon king is still better.

Manpower cannot overcome God's will after all.

"The brave king of the human race is admirable, but it's all over!"

Ten steps ago, the Demon King of Wanxiang looked at the maharaja of the Chisong clan who was seriously injured in front of him, said something with respect on his face, and immediately stepped forward, killing him with a palm.

Unexpectedly!

Maharaja Chisong, who was already seriously injured, suddenly had a strong light in his eyes, kicked the long knife, and raised the knife to sharpen again.

"Human race, never admit defeat!"

The long sword broke the demon atmosphere, and the sword buried God's will. The red-stained Maharaja Chisong did not want to be defeated. With his last strength, he slashed at the peerless demon king in front of him.

Shocking knife, shocking in all directions.

Not far away, Bai Di, who rushed over quickly, saw the astonishing scene in front of him, and his expression suddenly changed.

not good!

In the endless tide of monsters, the light of the knife slashed across, and with a bang, it split open the demon atmosphere of Jiye.

On the chest of the Vientiane Demon King, a deep knife wound appeared, and blood gushed out, turning into frost on the ground.

The peerless demon king was wounded, and the king of the human race shocked the world with one blow.

however.

"Crack!"

After the shocking knife, but saw the most shocking scene, the long knife fell to the ground, and the blade broke in response to the blood splashing all over the sky. At the same time, a pitch-black sharp claw protruded from Chisong Maharaja's chest, completely stained with blood. Red pole night.

"Chisong!"

From the rear, Lord Bai Di rushed over, knocked back the demon king in front with a palm, and looked at Lord Chisong, whose chest was completely pierced in front of him, with a look of anxiety in his eyes.

"Hold on!"

Lord Bai Di flipped his palms, pouring true energy into the former's body continuously, hoping to protect the last sliver of life for him.

"Your Majesty!"

Around, several generals of the Chisong tribe also killed in blood, their faces were full of anxiety.

In the pool of blood, Maharaja Chisong looked at the falling snowflakes in the sky, his eyes gradually lost their luster, the last look, so nostalgic, but unwilling.

"Bai Di... the grassland is our home, and the eight tribes of Mobei must not lose!"

The insignificant exhortation was quickly lost in the sound of killing on the battlefield. The king of the human race will never regret it until he dies.

In the distance, Qingqing and Shuijing Yaohuang looked at the scene ahead, but there was not much joy in their eyes.

The will of the human race is much stronger than they imagined.

This war will probably be unprecedentedly tragic.