The two demon generals on the grassland, as well as the veteran of the demon clan and the prince of Xuelaocheng, who had a more advanced realm, looked extremely dignified.
The remnants of that sword intent floated to the top of Nuorilang Peak.
Mo Shuai stretched out his hand to grab it in the air, brought it to his nose and sniffed it, slightly alert.
The head of Li Shan broke through more than ten years ago, but he didn't get much attention. In the eyes of many people, this old Taoist who has never left the mountain gate, only barely broke through to the sacred realm by relying on the unique knowledge of the Lishan Sword Sect and hundreds of years of cultivation, it is really nothing.
Who would have thought that his kendo cultivation was so amazing that he had already reached the second threshold.
Mao Qiuyu looked at the head of Li Shan and said, "Today I will have to work hard for you."
Sect Leader Li Shan glanced at the top of Nuorilang Peak, waved his hands and said, "I can't defeat this murderer."
Without waiting for Mao Qiuyu to speak, he pointed to the two demon generals on the grassland and said, "These two can't beat me, let me do it."
Mao Qiuyu and Huairen were slightly startled, thinking how magnanimous this statement was, and who would deal with the devil commander
It was too late to think, the fog in the passage under the night was getting heavier and thicker, and those tall figures became more and more clear.
The veterans of the demon clan and the princes of Xuelao City have already descended on the battlefield. If they are not stopped, the Chinese army will suffer a direct attack.
The breeze was blowing slightly, Huai Ren greeted the prince in the fluttering brocade robe, while Mao Qiuyu flicked his sleeves and stopped the member of the Council of Elders.
Sect Master Li Shan held the sword in his right hand and the sheath in his left hand, stepped on the rainbow light, and walked towards the two demon generals.
Sacred domain powerhouses appeared one after another, their powerful auras constantly colliding, stirring up countless gusts of wind and dust.
A ray of sword light tore apart everything between the sky and the earth, and the next ray of sky light illuminated the grassland.
The night-like demon breath spewed out from the valley, like a real abyssal dragon, devouring the sword light.
The sky is turned upside down, the sky is dark and the earth is dark.
Countless unimaginable magical scenes are staged between the sky and the earth in turn. Some mountain peaks adjacent to Nuorilang are completely flattened. Golden blood drips from the sky and burns in the wind, emitting infinite heat and holiness. However, the blood of the powerful demons was like ink, painting the sky even darker.
In such a short period of time, it seemed like countless days and nights had passed.
The human army on the grassland relied on the barrier of the formation, struggling to support the fluctuations caused by the collision of the strong in the sanctuary. Occasionally, the military masters and crossbow formations inside wanted to help the strong in the sanctuary of the human race, but they could not To get rid of the infestation of wolf riders, there is no way to escape.
But Mo Shuai stayed outside all the time, his cold and cruel eyes pierced through the helmet, looking somewhere to the south, and he didn't know who was waiting for him.
To the west for more than a hundred miles is the You Daying Camp, where the West Route Army is most dangerous.
No one thought that, as the most important figure in the West Route Army, King Xiang didn't stay behind, nor paid attention to the people in the Congzhou Army Mansion, but stayed here all the time.
The streamers in front of Nuorilang Peak are clearly visible in the sky, although they are separated by more than a hundred miles, they seem to be close at hand.
King Xiang supported the fat dripping from the upper edge of his belt with both hands, squinting at the sword light and devilish energy, not knowing what he was thinking.
If he had set off when the battle started, he should still have time to participate in this rare chaotic battle between the strong in the sanctuary.
But he didn't do that. He thought it was far from the most critical moment, and the most critical thing was that the people hadn't arrived yet.
Yes, just like Mo Shuai, he is also waiting for someone to arrive.
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"Come! Come!"
There was a burst of pleasantly surprised shouts from behind the Chinese military tent.
The shout was like sparks falling into boiling oil, and soon spread throughout the entire barracks and even the entire battlefield.
Whether it was the soldiers of the human race or the wolf riders who were desperately attacking outside, they all heard the voice in the distance.
coming.
That person finally came.
The wind howled.
The gravel slapped on the blades of grass.
A man appeared in front of everyone, wearing a cloth shirt that had been washed to a whitish color, with shabby eyebrows and eyes, he looked like an accountant who owed a lot of money.
Wang Po is here.
No one knew where he was just now.
No one knows where he came from.
It's not the Chinese military account, he doesn't have the habit of standing next to the coach.
It's not a utility room either, he doesn't have the spirit of playing in the world.
He came from the south.
The south is the world of the human race.
His shoulders were still slumped as usual, and he could easily hold the handle of the knife.
At this time, the grassland was in chaos, and there were fierce fights for life and death everywhere. There were shouts of killing and crying one after another, and the strong wind and flying sand covered the eyes of many people.
In such a vast and complicated picture, Wang Po is just a very inconspicuous dot, which should not be noticed by anyone.
But when he came from the south, everyone, including the soldiers and strong men from the Demon Race, saw him.
No matter how shabby his clothes are, no matter how ordinary his temperament is, no matter how dazzling world he is in, he still has the strongest sense of presence.
Moshuai closed his eyes.
The temperature on the peak dropped a lot suddenly, and the black rock was covered with a light layer of hoarfrost.
Facing an opponent like Wang Po, even he has to be cautious and go all out.
Wang Po's speed didn't seem fast, just like walking normally, but he quickly passed through the human army camp and came to the battlefield.
The situation on the battlefield is extremely complicated, and unexpected situations may occur at any time, bringing many variables and dangers.
But Wang Po didn't speed up his pace, nor did he change the direction he was going, he still walked quietly like this.
Mo Shuai closed his eyes to gain momentum, to prepare for a later encounter, which must be a shocking thunderous blow.
Wang Po is no stranger to this.
Back then in the Tanzhe Temple in the suburbs of Beijing, he sat under the ginkgo tree for more than ten days and nights, the iron knife never unsheathed.
In this way, he was able to chop down the iron tree by the Luoshui.
At this moment, he was walking towards that mountain peak, and this process was also gaining momentum.
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The ranking method of the magic generals is similar to that of the god generals of the week, considering qualifications and reputation, but more importantly, absolute strength.
Syndicate is now the third Demon General of the Demon Race, and his realm is very powerful. Today's Great Zhou God General has no one to be his opponent. In addition, he is deeply trusted by the young Demon Lord and has been awarded some powerful magic weapons. In terms of combat effectiveness, he can be regarded as a real sanctuary powerhouse.
Just now, he was cut off by the sword light with a small part of his magic horn, and he was injured and bled, and he was extremely embarrassed. Apart from the fact that Sect Leader Li Shan's sword was really mysterious, it also had something to do with his underestimation of the enemy.
And he didn't expect that the sword in this veteran's hand was so sharp and terrifying.
The injury made him sober and more cautious. He cooperated with the Eighth Demon General and some military experts to fight against the head of Li Shan, and he was very calm.
He saw Wang Po walking through the battlefield, but he couldn't get rid of the sword intent of the head of Li Shan, let out a sharp roar, and ordered the wolf riders to attack Wang Po, and at the same time signaled with his eyes that the Eighth Demon General would cooperate with him and drive Leading the entire battle group towards the center of the battlefield.
No matter how terrifying those wolf riders are, it is impossible to hurt Wang Po. The third demon will understand this, he just hopes to interrupt Wang Po's momentum.
In a battle at the level of Wang Po and Mo Shuai, even the slightest influence may directly change the outcome of the battle.
Sect Leader Li Shan guessed the demon general's intentions, his long eyebrows fluttered slightly, and he flicked his fingers lightly.
At this time, the Zhetian Sword was slicing the third magic weapon, and the eighth magic general was covered in blood, when suddenly met with the wind of the finger, he uttered a crisp sword cry.
The sound of the sword was extremely clear, spreading throughout the grassland.
Several seemingly ordinary soldiers walked out of the chaotic battlefield and came to Wang Po's side.
The wolf riders began to charge.
The eyes of the bloodthirsty giant wolf were full of madness, and the demon cavalry let out an ugly roar.
A few sharp sword intents shot up into the sky, slashing past.
Those ordinary soldiers were all elders of Lishan Sword Hall!
The cold sword flashed, and the wolf riders fell to the ground one after another, splashing countless dirty blood.
Several sword hall elders walked beside Wang Po like bodyguards.
No matter which side the wolf riders rushed over from, they would be killed by them.
They wanted to make sure that Wang Po would not be disturbed in any way.
Even if it will affect their sword, or even hurt them.
Before the battle with Moshuai begins, Wang Po should do nothing.
In the eyes of many people, this is the approach with an overall view.
But Wang Po has never been a person who can accept other people's kindness with peace of mind.
If he did that, how could his knife be as powerful as it is today
To the west of the grassland, Taoist nun Huairen was fighting the member of the Demon Elders' Association.
The clear and chill finger force, like arrow feathers, passed through the sky, smashed dozens of vitality locks, and left a deep blood hole on the body of the demon elder.
The Heavenly Creek God Finger is really no small matter, especially when it is used by a strong man in the sanctuary.
The elder of the demon clan let out a sharp roar, reached out and snatched the scepters of the two tribal chiefs, sucked the spirits attached to them, and healed quickly from his injuries.
Not only that, his demon body became taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, more than ten feet high, covered with sky and night, like a god and demon.
At this moment, a crisp golden sound suddenly sounded in the distance.
That's iron rubbing, and the knife is about to be unsheathed!
The expression of the elder of the Demon Race suddenly changed, confirming that it was too late to escape, he uttered a strange cry of despair, and fell like a mountain towards Aunt Huairen!
The night was cut open by the knife intent that seemed to come from outside the sky.
There were several crisp sounds, and several wounds appeared on the shoulders of the demon elders.
The sky light fell on the whisk, white as silk, gathered into clouds, and bombarded the chest of the demon elder.
The elders of the demon clan suddenly shattered and turned into black powder all over the sky, which was scattered one after another, and the weeds in a radius of several miles were wilted when touched!
Taoist Huairen's face was pale, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of her lips.
She looked towards the center of the battlefield.
Wang Po walked towards the mountain peak, as if he had done nothing.
Many lines of sight fell on his side.
His hand was already on the scabbard.
His thumb rests on the lower edge of the handle.
A part of the iron knife was exposed.