The normal space of Panxi's world and the Fallen Abyss were separated by a layer of turbid mist that collapsed. This layer of turbid mist has a trace of chaos attribute. If an ordinary person accidentally enters it, even if he walks for a hundred lifetimes, he will not be able to pass through the mist and enter the abyss of death.
Thirty-six black flags were suspended in the gray mist. The flags were filled with black mist and surging water vapor. The cold and biting mist intertwined in the air to form a huge portal. Countless indigenous women and men hurriedly ran into the portal. , the mist rolled around them, and these natives disappeared without a trace.
When many natives broke into the door, they would look up to the sky and shout "King Gongsun has mercy", and a little bit of thought power would flow out from their brows, just like water droplets gathering into streams, and then from the streams into small rivers, and finally turning into a rolling river with tens of thousands of people pouring into it. Gongsun Yuan is inside the body on top of a big mountain.
Gongsun Yuan was wearing golden armor and riding a yellow dragon. He held a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. He was facing off from a distance with nearly 10,000 Jia warriors.
At his feet, nearly a hundred corpses of Jia warriors were lying in random directions. Hot blood continued to flow from the bodies of these twitching Jia warriors. The blood, which emitted a blazing light like magma, continued to flow down the mountain, turning the rocks into pieces. All melted a lot.
Behind Gongsun Yuan, a totem battle flag flew high. A yellow dragon flew in the sky on the bloody battle flag. Countless weapons such as swords, axes and guns surrounded the yellow dragon, emitting cold light from time to time.
A total of three thousand Xiong clan elite warriors, wearing heavy armor, formed a large formation and stood behind Gongsun Yuan. The battle armors of the dozens of warrior leaders at the beginning were torn apart, and wounds deep into the internal organs could be seen on their majestic bodies. However, the powerful vitality of the Witch Emperor made their wounds squirm rapidly, and the wounds were shrinking continuously. .
There are alien forces entangled in the wounds of these warriors. The blood light emitted by the Witch Emperor's essence and blood and a layer of dim light are constantly devouring and colliding with each other. Occasionally, traces of death energy spurt out from the wounds, and there are large pieces of flesh and blood for no apparent reason. The explosion at the end shattered, but these warriors looked at the enemies in front of them expressionlessly, as if they didn't feel any pain on their bodies.
A young man from the Yu tribe holding a black staff was riding on the back of a four-tusked white elephant, looking at Gongsun Yuan with a gloomy face.
Gongsun Yuan raised the long sword with golden color and simple and heavy shape in his right hand high, looked at the young man of the Yu tribe and shouted sternly: "Emperor Shi Fang (fang), do you have the guts to stand face to face with me without the help of that broken black staff head?" A hard fight?"
The strong wind blew over the mountain, and Gongsun Yuan's long hair was flying. An indescribable heroic spirit shot up into the sky like an erupting volcano, shattering the large and messy clouds in the sky: "You nobles of the Yu clan, don't you like to brag about the so-called 'Etiquette', the so-called 'rules', the so-called 'honor'? Bullshit etiquette, bullshit rules, bullshit glory, you don't even dare to fight me with a real sword!"
Emperor Shifang tightened his fingers, and wisps of faint light burst out from the black staff, and a vertical eye appeared leisurely on the head of the staff.
Behind Gongsun Yuan, countless indigenous people dragged their families across the land tens of thousands of miles away, struggling to run toward the flag gate composed of thirty-six black flags. Some accomplished natives used various secret techniques to continuously help the tribesmen speed up their escape.
Even with the blessing of the secret method, the indigenous civilians who are farthest from the flag gate do not have three or five days to enter the flag gate, and it is impossible to escape into the abyss of death. Not to mention that there are countless natives from far and near who are gathering here. Groups of natives are passing by the mountain where Gongsun Yuan is stationed, and they are fleeing towards the flag gate in a panic.
"A fight with real swords and guns?" Emperor Shifang smiled sinisterly: "For these natives, you have to rely on such a small number of people to fight with so many elite warriors of our clan? Is it worth it, Gongsun Yuan? ?”
Gongsun Yuan raised his head and said calmly: "Those who don't obey my teachings, I regard them as ants, and I will kill them at will without any mercy; but anyone who obeys my teachings is my people, and I regard them as my flesh and blood confidants. Even if we risk our lives, we must protect them."
With a deep smile, Gongsun Yuan said proudly: "This is my way. It is my way as the emperor of the Xiong family. You don't understand."
Emperor Shifang chuckled. He put away his black staff, pulled out an exquisite stabbing sword and waved it gently: "I don't understand? I understand. What you call Tao is actually to imitate you as much as possible. That ancestor of us. Holy Emperor Xuanyuan, hey, do you think you can be the next Human Emperor?"
"Attack!" Emperor Shifang said proudly: "Give him a fair death, chop off his head, and make his skull into a wine bowl. I will carve a line on it - This is a fool who wants to become a Holy Emperor. ! Hahahaha! Attack!"
The tens of thousands of warriors from the Wanjia tribe shouted loudly at the same time. In units of a thousand men, they roared up the hilltop where Gongsun Yuan was, like ten angry black dragons.
Several Xiu tribe youths standing behind Emperor Shifang smiled together. The bracelets on their wrists continued to erupt with large amounts of bright light. Countless large and small metal spheres erupted from the strong light. As soon as these metal spheres fell to the ground It immediately split apart and transformed into countless exquisitely shaped and bizarre metal spiders, scorpions, tigers and leopard beasts, etc., and launched a charge.
In the blink of an eye, a few Xiu tribe youths took out more than 100,000 war puppets. These war puppets gathered into a metal torrent, quickly surpassing the Jia tribe warriors in front, and silently approaching Gongsun Yuan.
"Kill the devil!" Gongsun Yuan roared, his face turned red, and then a mouthful of blood spurted onto the golden sword in his hand.
The long sword vibrated violently, and countless simple and thick runes spurted out from the sword's edge. A golden sword light rushed out for nearly ten miles, and the condensed sword light roared and slashed at the war puppet charging up the hillside. Down.
The sword light shattered, and countless large and small golden sword lights spread crazily around.
The metal puppets were cut open by the sharp sword light, and the fractures were as smooth as mirrors. Wherever the golden sword light passed, large swaths of metal puppets spewed out fireworks and flashes of lightning and fell to the ground. The faces of the Xiu clan youths twitched violently, and their hearts were bleeding from the huge loss.
With one strike of the sword, tens of thousands of metal puppets were torn into pieces.
Gongsun Yuan roared repeatedly, and the long sword in his hand swayed with a large cold light and kept swinging down. Arc-shaped sword lights were drawn along the mountain like a lawnmower, and all the metal puppets in the path were divided into two parts.
Ji Hao rode on Crow Duke's back and rushed out of the Fallen Abyss.
With golden eyes flashing, Ji Hao saw Gongsun Yuan standing on the top of the mountain from a distance, swinging his sword wildly.
"Unexpectedly, he actually has such courage." Looking at Gongsun Yuan who was like a madman, Ji Hao couldn't tell what it felt like. This guy actually has such a side. There are descendants of the Xiong family, which seems to be really extraordinary.
Si Wenming also rushed out of the mist. Seeing Gongsun Yuan who was gradually surrounded by metal puppets, Si Wenming pulled out the long sword from behind without saying a word and struck it out from a distance.
(End of chapter)