The long sword held by the cultivator wearing a moon-white gown is also moon-white. After the true energy in the body flows into the blade of the long sword, the gathered heaven and earth energy just condenses into a thin luster and flows on the surface of the sword.
This sword seemed light but it was extremely strong and sharp. The two strong men above the five realms who were killed by him were all cut off by him with the blade in his hand.
The general who stood silently like a part of an abandoned chariot was extremely patient, and he waited until the luster on the moon-white long sword faded before he suddenly moved.
There was a sudden muffled sound under his feet, as if a giant hammer had rapidly struck something wrapped in cotton.
This kind of sound was not noticed at all in the battle formation where the wolves in the distance were curled up and trembling. However, in the next moment, this general in green armor became the focus of everyone around him.
The two rows of waves opened to the sides as his body protruded.
The surging force caused all the sergeants on his advancing route to flip out to the sides along with the air waves.
The green armor on his body originally seemed to have no patterns at all in the dark night, but at this moment it is covered with extremely dense black-gold runes.
The scalding hot air impacted in these runes, splashing out pieces of golden sparks.
Sensing the aura emanating from the general's body, the swordsman in the moon-white gown turned pale suddenly. This was when he was weak, but in a sense, it was also the strongest moment in his life .
Because the opponent is unprecedentedly strong, he will definitely inspire all his strength, including the last means to save his life.
A pure white spar hung in front of him with an aura unique to natal objects, and the pure white flame fell into the long sword in his hand like flowing water. At the same time, there was a roar of a giant mountain moving in the sky sound.
Many flying swords in the sky wailed in fear and avoided them one after another.
An uncontrollable exclamation sounded.
Although the sword master in the moon-white gown killed people like nothing, even beheading the powerhouses of the five realms, but this person had been hiding before, until now, the people around him suddenly realized that this person is the real seven The master of the environment.
At this time, the general in green armor had rushed in front of him.
There was a sharp cracking sound.
A dazzling purple flame gushed out from the hands of the general in blue armor.
Boom!
There was a dull drumming sound between heaven and earth.
However, this muffled sound covered most of the voices on the battlefield at this time, making everyone's hearts jump wildly.
The figure of the swordsman in the moon-white gown disappeared instantly.
When the people around came back to their senses, they realized that the body of the Sword Master of the Seven Realms had turned into a stream of white light in the night, and he was blown backward by how many feet.
The body of the general in blue armor stood still.
His figure appeared extremely tall, because the blue armor on his body began to crack.
Those runes shining with golden light seemed to have absorbed the force of the reckless effort just now, but the result in exchange was that the green armor itself cracked, and was blown away by the tumbling true energy on his body.
Inside Beng Fei's green armor is a thin middle-aged man.
In his right hand he held a short stick-like purple thing tightly, his face was a little haggard and melancholy, but he was indescribably determined.
"General Fan!"
In such a long period of chaotic strangling, even the powerhouses of the seventh realm were powerless, and everyone else was naturally more exhausted. However, the moment this middle-aged man showed his figure, countless cheers and shouts were shocked. Many people gained strength and courage in an instant, and even gained the confidence to win.
In such a battle formation, in the entire world, only a general surnamed Fan can give such confidence to his own soldiers.
In the Great Chu Dynasty, Fan Dongliu, a general of Baisheng.
One side is the Chu army, and the other side is mostly in black clothes and armor, and most of the practitioners are sword masters. This is naturally the army of the Great Qin Dynasty.
Listening to the shouts and cheers at this time full of surprises, it can be concluded that the original chief general of the Chu army here, most people have no idea that Fan Dongliu will be here.
Seeing that the master in the moon white gown was blown away by the blow, several nearby sword masters wearing light armor or cloth clothes showed grief and flew towards Fan Dongliu.
Fan Dongliu's complexion was as usual, the short stick-like purple thing in his right hand shone like a gemstone, and a unique aura penetrated into his body in the opposite direction, but his right hand was hanging still, and his left hand used his fingers as a guide. The sword shot out a purple sword light, easily assassinating these several sword masters.
He is one of the few strong men in the Great Chu Dynasty, and his strength is far superior to that of the Seventh Realm Grandmaster of the same level. In the previous battles, he could not bear to move, so he wanted to play a decisive role at this time.
As soon as he killed these sword masters, his body flew up, heading north, and fell towards a large and heavy chariot at a speed faster than most flying swords.
This chariot is shaped like a square tripod, which is different from ordinary chariots, and there are strange metal vertical nets around it to prevent the impact of the talisman.
In the middle of the chariot, there was an old man sitting alone.
This old man didn't use a sword, but every time his breath shook, the ground in a certain place on the battlefield would instantly churn, and the practitioners of the Chu army who were on it immediately disappeared.
In Fan Dongliu's eyes, this old man was the most threatening figure on the battlefield at this time.
Not only must the opponent be at the seventh level of cultivation, but every blow of this old man seems to be regulating the situation of the entire battlefield, and every blow of his is accumulating victory for the Qin army.
Fan Dongliu couldn't think of a general like this in the Great Qin Dynasty other than those he was familiar with.
But he can be sure that as long as they can successfully kill the old man, the battle will end in their victory.
The master in the moon-white gown is the ram Ningyi from the Luoshen Sword Academy, and the only existence on his way to assassinate the old man who might pose a fatal threat to him. At this time, he used a dozen practitioners and The price of a Royal Golden Armor successfully resolved this threat, and in his opinion, no one could interfere with his fight with this old man.
However, at this moment, Fan Dongliu suddenly felt an unusual aura.
He raised his head in disbelief, looking at the endless sky above.
In the endless sky, a few streamers of white light suddenly appeared.
These few white streamers are not the brilliance of Feijian, but several real flames.
On the endless high sky, the falling white sparks.
At this moment, Fan Dongliu thought of many stories.
On the battlefield where the Great Qin Dynasty fought against the Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties in the past, such sparks appeared many times.
There are many famous generals who fell into such a spark.
This represents one of the most powerful inheritances of the Bashan Sword Field, but the legendary female practitioner who has displayed such power many times has completely changed her identity.
"admire."
An unspeakable bitterness appeared on the corner of Fan Dongliu's mouth. 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: "Unexpectedly, even you left Changling, come here... Isn't Changling now just an empty city?"
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deer mountain.
The sky will be bright.
Only the last few stone steps remained in front of Emperor Yuanwu.
From the time when the armored warship docked at the shoal closest to Lushan, he walked all the way to the mountain climbing at this moment, he just spent one night.
In his perception, he could no longer feel the strange fluctuations from the distant wilderness.
He knew that the dust of that battle had settled, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.
Coincidentally, at this time, a thin meteor streaked across the sky that was about to turn white.
"Fall the star, good luck."
Historians would judge and record such astrology, but he had already made a conclusion and said this to Huang Zhenwei behind him.
Because in his opinion, the history books of future generations will be determined by him.