Valkyrie

Chapter 427
On the gloomy and blood-soaked battlefield, with the appearance of the oven, the entire void became scorching hot.

The flames filled the surrounding fields, and the sound of the blasting furnace swept across, attracting the attention of countless warriors.The oven in the center of the battlefield was like a volcano about to burst, making people gradually feel a sense of danger.

The ancestors of Piaoxue Palace all frowned.

The breath in the oven, they had felt it in the Snow Palace...

In the void, Murong Fen closed his eyes slightly and entered a mysterious state.It was as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.In his hands there are only dancing formations and an oven.

In his heart, there is only a formation.

Gradually, the flame in the oven became hotter and hotter, and the breath that permeated it became more and more dreadful.

Beside Murong Fen, Lin Huang was also controlling the formation.In the center of the formation, the power of several plants of natural resources and earthly treasures is constantly being refined, just waiting for the moment when Murong Fen opens the furnace...

Squeak.

In the void, the cry of the blood crow suddenly sounded.

Then the blood crow screamed loudly, boiling like a sea, making people's souls horrified.Countless warriors raised their heads and saw all the blood crows in the valley flying towards Murong Fen at this moment, heading towards the burning oven.

There seemed to be a hint of fear in that hissing sound.

Fear of ovens.

Therefore, these blood crows, which are innumerable and have just opened their spiritual wisdom, will completely crush and kill that person in the void one by one.

"Snow in the world!"

At this moment, a whisper suddenly sounded in the void.

I saw Yan Zangfeng with one arm slowly falling from the void.While waving the long sleeves, heavy snow fell in a radius of ten miles, protecting Murong Fen.The snowflakes are poignant and full of endless murderous intent, like a gust of wind sweeping away, killing all the blood crows that rushed to kill them.

The scene in the void made all the warriors on the battlefield a little dumbfounded.

In the heavy snow all over the sky, what a one-armed middle-aged man was walking leisurely in the garden, while the snowflakes were flying all over the sky while waving his sleeves, one person blocked the endless torrent of blood crows like a big river.

Even the mightiest Marquis Wu couldn't be so chic.

The battle lasted for more than half a day, but the Yanzang Front didn't even get a drop of blood on his body, even though he only had one arm, he was stronger than all the fighters here.

"Yan Zangfeng must be a generation of martial kings!"

A warrior sighed.

Only a strong man in the realm of King Wu can be so calm and calm when facing the blood crows that are pouring from the sky.

"It is indeed a martial arts myth of more than 70 years, it is amazing!"

"It's a pity... even a strong man in the Martial King realm, facing such a vast army of blood crows, can't kill them all!"

……

On the battlefield, while the warrior was surprised, his heart was also extremely heavy.

No matter whether it was Yan Zangfeng or Xuanyuan Tibing, most of the fighters in the Eastern Spirit Realm would be thrown far away.But even these two people who are at the pinnacle of the world are helpless when facing the Yin Yang Valley, so how powerful is the evil king?
ah...

Just when tens of thousands of warriors felt the invisible pressure, the screams of warriors suddenly sounded on the battlefield.

And more than one.

It was continuous, and countless screams resounded instantly on the entire battlefield spanning hundreds of miles.Accompanied by those screams, there was also blood mist bursting in the void.

The sudden change made all warriors look different...

Thousands of warriors turned their heads, only to find that countless black robes appeared on the blood-soaked battlefield, all of them were holding sickles, and their bodies were full of cold aura.

At a glance, there are as many as 3000 people.

In the void, Xuanyuan Tibing looked at one after another of the black-clothed warriors who showed their heads one after another, and a cruel smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.Then Xuanyuan Tibing turned his head and looked in the direction of Yanzangfeng...

The wind and heavy snow were severe.

Endless blood crows rushed into Xuepiao's world like a river, even if the body was turned into powder, it would not hesitate.

Ok?
At this moment, Yan Zangfeng suddenly hummed.

I saw that there was a black crow in the heavy snow.Faced with the terrifying destructive power of Snowflake, he survived.

The pitch-black crow not only survived, but was also safe and sound.

Not only was he safe and sound, but he was also close to the Yanzang Front.And it wasn't until the black crow flew in front of Yan Zangfeng's eyes that Yan Zangfeng realized it.

Just as Yanzangfeng had reacted, the pitch-black crow suddenly let out a long howl, and then the murderous aura erupted, like a sea bursting its embankment, drowning Yanzangfeng.The pitch-black crow is like a sharp sword, clanging, killing Yanzang Front...

And on the battlefield, the moment the three thousand black robes appeared, they condensed into a large formation.

On the battlefield piled up with corpses, mysterious and complicated bloody formations flowed, like a blood-sucking monster, quietly devouring the blood on the battlefield.At the same time, it also made all the warriors on the battlefield squirm, their skin and flesh slowly cracked, and blood overflowed.

The complexion of tens of thousands of warriors changed slightly, with doubts, surprises, and murderous looks in their eyes.

Obviously, these three thousand black robes are people from the Blood Spirit Hall.

Naturally, these people cannot appear out of thin air, so the only explanation is that the three thousand black robes of the Blood Spirit Palace have long been hidden among thousands of warriors, waiting for the present moment.

And during the previous battle against the Blood Raven, these people did not know how many black hands they had done in secret.

However, there are tens of thousands of warriors here, why should they be afraid of facing three thousand black robes.Only amidst the cries of killing one after another, tens of thousands of warriors, like goshawks, beheaded and killed the three thousand black robes in the valley.

In the face of the countless fighters coming from the torrent of steel, the three thousand black robes of the Blood Spirit Hall do not seem to be afraid, and there seems to be disdain in those indifferent and ruthless eyes, just like the goshawks in the sky looking down on the ants on the ground .

boom……

Bang bang bang.

At this moment, the accident happened suddenly.

I saw the warriors rushing to kill, before they got close to the Blood Spirit Hall, they fell to the ground with their heads up, as if their muscles and bones had been pulled out of their bodies, like mud, and then turned into a mass of blood at a speed visible to the naked eye. The pool of blood melted into the bloody formation in the valley.

Countless warriors stopped, their faces showing horror.

Looking at their bodies, they only found that the wounds that had not been noticed before were rapidly expanding, and the vitality was flowing out, and the whole body was like a funnel.

The realm fell rapidly.

Together with their appearance, they all began to grow old, and their lives began to be lost.

Thousands of warriors raised their heads and looked at the men in black robes who were holding sickles and controlling the bloody formation, like falling into an ice cellar.

Never would have thought that the seemingly inconspicuous blood-colored formation could devour the realm and lifespan of a warrior, killing people invisible.

What a terrible method this is.

With the passage of time, the blood-colored formation in the valley became more and more dazzling, and as the light flowed, it was like a sea of ​​blood, drowning thousands of warriors.

But above the battlefield, Yan Zangfeng seemed to no longer have the composure and composure he had before, fighting with the pitch-black crow with one arm seemed to be very strenuous...

(End of this chapter)