Guarding the Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years, investing in the destiny villain

"Hahahaha!"

Qin Yuansheng laughed ferociously, how could it be like this? Those dispatched this time were all his elite soldiers, border blood soldiers. Each one of them was condensed with blood evil. They wandered the border all day long, wandering on the edge of life and death. They had long been indifferent to life and death. , and unconditionally trusts the allies around him, trusting them with his back.

And the battlefield.

It is a cruel meat grinder. Once you fall into it, there is no way out and there is no mercy. The two sides will fight to the death. However, these cultivators in Huangzhou have never experienced such a battle. They rely solely on the passion in their hearts to inspire them. When the two sides met, their morale had already weakened under the strong impact of the soldiers.

Plus.

This is the battlefield.

Not a one-on-one confrontation.

They are not familiar with each other, and they don't feel confident if they want to have their backs completely handed over to them. In their bones, they are still more inclined to believe in themselves. Under such circumstances, they are just a group of erratic soldiers. It is unreliable to say a word. Ordinary armies can easily defeat them with the same number.

The forbidden army of the Qin Dynasty can easily sweep away ordinary armies; however, the real bloody soldiers rolling in the dead man's nest can even sweep the forbidden army of the Qin Dynasty, and now this group of scattered people in Huangzhou are all enemies of each other. The forces of the Bing Sect were naturally one-sided when they encountered the bloodiest soldiers from the frontiers of the Qin Dynasty.

There is no way out.

There is no way back.

Behind you is your home.

Ahead is the enemy.

The army of the Qin Dynasty was like a fish in water inside, and they were accustomed to this kind of fighting, especially when their friends died inexplicably under the formation, and they were killed without even seeing the enemy. They had accumulated more in their hearts. Anger caused this army, although reduced in number, to explode into unprecedented strength.

The army passed by.

Trampling.

In sweep.

Monk from Huangzhou.

Retreat steadily.

"It's over!"

The elders with extremely high cultivation levels in Huangtian Palace witnessed the tragic scenes of the battle between the two sides. Their faces not only showed sadness and despair, but they never expected that Huangzhou's top combat power could withstand the pressure of the Qin Dynasty. Instead, it was them. This group of practitioners with similar realms had never withstood the Qin Dynasty's army.

"Huangzhou... is going to be defeated!" Elder Ming, who had lived in the Sutra Pavilion for a long time, was now stained with the blood of the enemy. Seeing the retreating Huangzhou monks below, he felt helpless in his eyes, but he did not blame these practitioners. Without contacting the formation and coordination, it is already remarkable that he can persist until now in the face of those desperate blood pawns.

"Are there any reinforcements?"

"Are there any reinforcements?"

"Ruzhou?"

"Jianzhou?"

"Daozhou?"

"The Feathering Dynasty?"

"Are there any reinforcements?"

Someone said sadly.

But the response was silence. Some people from Ruzhou are here, and some are in Donglin Sect. Daozhou and Jianzhou are not closely involved, and few practitioners come. As for the Yuhua Dynasty, they are not prepared to participate in this confrontation. , Therefore, there are no reinforcements in Huangzhou!

"Eastern Territory!"

"Donglin Sect!"

"Come for help!"

Rumbling sound.

resounded.

Implemented on this battlefield.

Let a pair of eyes look at the past for an instant, with a luster of hope, and the army of the Qin Dynasty was also looked at, and the first reaction in their hearts was nervousness. The Huangtian Palace can still deal with it, but if there is another pressure, they will run to them But when he saw that there were only about ten people there, all of them were young people, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Who do I think I am? It turns out to be a group of people who live and die!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Is there no one in the deserted state?"

“Even a bunch of little kids were photographed!”

The people in the Huangtian Palace also saw clearly that these young people were Jiang Chen, Liu Jian, Bai Luli, Chen Xun, Qian Yun, Jian last, Wan Wuqing, Zangkai and other young people who had walked out of the Huangtian Palace. , some elders feel ashamed, but want to ask these people to leave. If Huangtian Palace can't stand it, what's the point of these juniors?

"war!"

Jiang Chen, who was dressed in white clothes and looked extremely majestic, was the leader of the group. As the senior brother of Donglin Sect, he should lead all his junior brothers forward. Facing the killing army, a divine radiance rose from his body, and he soared up, his eyes indifferent. , the face is as rich as jade, and with the palm of your hand, you can see a great magical power of Butian Sect!

"Hey~!"

People who come to resist.

Instantly exploded.

Liu Jian held the sword in both hands and held it horizontally in front of him. When he slashed with the sword, a bright sword moon swept across the army formation and tore a hole in it. Bai Luli looked calmly and activated the time technique, pressing down with one finger. Opening the gap in front, several people worked together like a long sword to tear through the giant's flesh and blood and penetrate it.

The formation method flashed under Chen Xun's feet. He saw his father, the monks of the same clan surnamed Chen, and even saw the familiar elders die in front of him. He had no time to grieve, and the formation beside him lit up, and Donglin Sect and his party were People are protected there, and others are also showing their own abilities.

"laugh!"

The Qin Dynasty went on a killing spree.

Suddenly.

A gap appears.

above.

A war general noticed this scene and snorted coldly: "You are a bunch of little guys who don't know whether to live or die. The young ones are all geniuses. If you want to come here to break into the battle, fine, I will kill you all and massacre the geniuses." The pleasure is really endless!”

"call out!"

He is a Great Saint Realm cultivator, wearing a battle armor, holding this long sword in his hand. When he swooped down, the monks of Huangtian Palace changed their colors, but they were shocked to find that they had no more people to stop him, and could only watch him kill. Facing those geniuses, I even couldn't bear to close my eyes.

"The way to mend the sky!"

Jiang Chen's body was full of divine energy, and the ferocious warrior was frozen in place as he opened his mouth, while Liu Jian's thoughts were clear and pure, and he cut down the sword with an ordinary light, but it killed this Great Sage Realm warrior. The warrior cut off his head, but Bai Luli's movements were a little slower, and he could only crush the remaining body into pieces, along with the armor.

"Boom!"

Looking at the remaining blood mist on the battlefield, everyone who saw this scene was stunned, but the person with a slightly higher level of cultivation was horrified, because he had just seen three quasi-emperor methods, whether it was to mend the sky. Jiao, Liu Jian, or the Hand of Time used by Bai Luli, any method is quasi-emperor level and can fight beyond the level.

And the three of them have all reached the peak of the ninth realm of saints. With such cultivation level, they can cross the border and attack the great saint one by one, let alone the three of them working together. Their astonished faces are full of horror and solemnity, and they only feel that they will die in the previous battle. It was not a loss, but those who could still use their hands looked at these young people with fear, and did not dare to step forward for fear that they would be the next to suffer.

In the midst of this race against time, Jiang Chen and the others were like sharp swords, cutting across the Qin Dynasty's army, trying to divide it into two parts. Their morale was like a rainbow, and their sword energy was soaring into the sky; while the elders of Huangtian Palace stared at the fragile beast. Called the terrifying killing sword, there was sadness and regret on his face. If Elder Chu had not been driven away, these people... would all be members of their Huangtian Palace!