Valkyrie

Chapter 466 Fierce Battle
At this moment, the world is silent.

The warriors of Ren Dong Lingjing had their brains broken, and they couldn't imagine that such a magnificent existence existed in this world.

The evil king was completely stunned.

Looking at the ancient Great Wall, my heart is full of fear.In the past, with his cultivation base, he was not even qualified to be within a thousand miles of the ancient Great Wall.

The murderous aura spread across thousands of miles, and the flames shook the heavens!

If you don't enter the realm of martial saints, if you want to get close to the ancient bronze Great Wall, it is tantamount to seeking your own death.

He never imagined that there actually existed a section of the ancient bronze Great Wall in the Yin Yang Valley.Who has such an astonishing cultivation base, who can cut off a section of the ancient bronze Great Wall?

And who buried the ancient bronze Great Wall under the abyss of the Yin-Yang Valley.

No wonder the roar of heroic spirits has been heard countless times, which is heartbreaking.

In the army formation, Xuanyuan Tibing raised his head and looked at the ancient bronze Great Wall in the distance, with a look of amazement on his face.It turns out...the real ancient Great Wall is even more majestic than the records in the family.

Like the backbone of heaven and earth!

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Tibing coughed violently twice, "The ancient bronze Great Wall of Fengtian appeared, why didn't the three thousand heroic spirits recorded in the family's ancient scroll appear?"

"Could it be... still unable to awaken the heroic spirit to return?"

Xuanyuan Tibing's face sank, his mind fell into an abyss, he vomited blood and cried out, "I implore the three thousand heroic souls to come back and protect me, Dong Ling!"

In the void, the evil king seemed to have discovered this too.Looking at the ancient bronze Great Wall that looked like a dead thing, he looked suspicious, and then gradually calmed down.

Without the ancient Great Wall illuminated by the beacon fire, without the ancient power of murderous aura.No matter how magnificent something is, it is just a dead thing, no different from thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!
"Xuanyuan raises troops, so what if he summoned Fengtian Bronze Ancient Great Wall? You are already powerless, how can you save yourself? The Millennium War... The Xuanyuan family is defeated! The East Spirit Realm is defeated!"

As the words fell, Xie Wang laughed wantonly.His body swept across the sky like a thunderbolt, and he punched down again.

Boom.

After one punch, the defense guarding Xuanyuan Tibing's body was crushed again.

Xuanyuan Tibing looked back at the ancient bronze Great Wall, his eyes were about to burst, his heart was filled with grief, and the hair between his temples was as white as frost and snow in an instant.

Powerless!

The simple four words fell on Xuanyuan Tibing's heart like thousands of sword lights.

At this moment, the sound of war drums was suddenly heard between heaven and earth.

I saw a blood-stained woman in white clothes in front of the ten-foot-long giant drum standing upright among the millions of troops, holding a drumstick and hammering loudly.

"It's just a battle to the death!"

Under the giant drum, Lin Cangxue shouted loudly while beating the drum.That stunning figure is especially tragic at this moment.Every time the drum beat fell, a long phoenix chant came out of the body.

There seems to be a phoenix burning with desire, returning from Nirvana.

The sound of drums was like thunder, shaking the world.

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of warriors heard the sound of drums, and came back to their senses in horror, "It's just a battle to the death!"

The ancient bronze Great Wall has gone through tens of thousands of battles, even if there are no more heroic souls.Could it be that Dongling warriors are going to sit and wait for death?There is no chance of survival?
Outside Xuanyuan Tibing's body, the fighters with dozens of defensive punches stood up instantly, pointing directly at the evil king.

Even if all the blood was spilled, there might not be a chance to kill the evil king.Even if he can't be killed, as long as the latter is seriously injured, there will be someone who will come after him in the East Spirit Realm.

It has its own unquenchable fire!
At this moment, the entire battlefield boiled again.Countless warriors rushed towards the evil king with high fighting spirit, even if it was a moth to the flame, even a mayfly to shake the tree.

On the battlefield, the word thirteen kills suddenly reappeared.I saw Feng Wanli sitting cross-legged in the center of the battlefield, wearing an ancient murderous aura.The seven orifices were bleeding, but he was chanting ancient poems without knowing it.

"The emperor of Ming Dynasty sweeps Liuhe, the tiger sees He Xiongzai!"

"Swing the sword against the clouds, all the lords come to the west!"

This time, it's no longer a knight-errant line.

With the sound of Feng Wanli's chanting, there are countless white-clothed swordsmen between the heaven and the earth, who seem to be thousands of troops and knights.

The third character kills the long sword in an uproar, with thousands of troops behind him.

Herringbone Pentakill Red Clothes is peerless, with a murderous intent.

Herringbone sixth kill, like a battlefield coach, waving battle flags in all directions.

……

"Emperor Ai was born from the apocalypse, and roughly controlled the talents. Withdraw troops to build the Great Wall, and hold the dragon's veins with his hands!"

Between heaven and earth, Feng Wanli's voice was endless, and every time he uttered a word, he felt as if he was being punished by the gods. He recited Tianji Eleven's "Oath to Kill" without authorization, so there was no possibility of him surviving.

And the character thirteen kills, in Feng Wanli's "Oath to Kill", as if with the help of a god, he led thousands of troops and rushed towards the evil king.

There are also a vast number of warriors, going forward to kill the evil king one after another.

Only fight to the death.

At this moment, Lin Huang did not return to the position of the character Thirteen Kills.Instead, he carried a battle flag and headed towards the ancient bronze Great Wall.

There is a sentence on the ancient Great Wall, which seems to be printed on it. Lin Huang has heard that sentence before.

——Hell is empty, and the devil is in the world.The dark night will always follow, what day will dawn.

On the blood-soaked battlefield, the closer Lin Huang got to the ancient bronze Great Wall, the more he felt a majestic pressure pouring down from his head.

It was much scarier than the last step of the ten-thousand-step ladder before.

But Lin Huang couldn't back down in the slightest, now that it was the time of life and death in the East Spirit Realm, there was no time to hesitate.Even if your bones are crushed and you die, you still have to rush to the ancient bronze Great Wall.

Outside the Great Wall, the battle was extremely brutal.It is true that the so-called gnats shake the tree.Facing the invincible evil king of Dongling, no matter how many people there are, they are just a torrent of death.

In the middle of the battlefield, Feng Wanli's body was cracked, blood pouring from his body, but he was sitting cross-legged firmly on the ground, like a Confucian scholar in green shirt who really set his heart for the world and his life.

"The emperor's order is passed on to the world, and the flag of the beacon is unfurled. The murderous aura spreads across thousands of miles, and it directly cuts down the Conferred God Stage..."

Feng Wanli chanted continuously, but stopped abruptly at a certain moment.

In the sky, the swordsman of thousands of troops behind the character thirteen kills, all the killing intent that soared to the sky dissipated.All the characters turned their heads and looked at Feng Wanli in the middle of the battlefield with sadness on their faces.

The middle-aged man with the appearance of a Confucian scholar stared and opened his mouth, and died in awe!

Afterwards, the character thirteen kills rushed forward again, heading towards the evil king to die.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of war drums and roars is endless, the intent to fight, the intent to kill, the rain of blood, and the will are endless...

Looking at it from a distance, it is like a tragic picture scroll that makes people feel heartbroken and can't wait to cry.

In the army formation, Xuanyuan Tibing was paralyzed on the ground, looking at the tragic battle with a dazed expression.All of a sudden, he felt like he was getting old, and regret was powerless.

On the other side, Lin Huang stood out of thin air, climbing towards the bronze.His whole body was covered in blood, his skin and flesh were cracked, and his muscles and bones were like ashes.

In the mysterious sea, the phoenix martial spirit was dying, and it was difficult to maintain Lin Huang's immortal vitality.

In a battle between heaven and earth, there is no power to return to heaven!

Haohao's 70 troops lost another 20.

More than half of the tens of thousands of warriors have died.

All the formation masters were wiped out with one punch from the evil king!
Thirteen kills, the entire army was wiped out except Lin Huang and his brother.The fifth kill, Ye Hongxiu, was directly turned into powder, and the third kill, Jian Wuming, was torn to pieces by the evil king.

Lin Cangxue has broken 27 pairs of drum hammers.

At this moment, the warriors from the East showed despair.

At this moment, on top of the majestic bronze Great Wall, a blood-covered young man in white finally dragged his broken body onto the ancient bronze Great Wall, waved the battle flag in his hand, roared angrily, and vowed to awaken the three thousand Homecoming:

"Hell is empty, and the devil is in the world. The dark night will follow forever, when will the dawn come? I hate that the sun and the moon have sunk to the west, and I hate the loess buried heroic souls. I hate that the infamy is passed down from generation to generation. , I will bury the Qianqiu Bureau. Just ask the heroic spirits, if he shoots a cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops and horses can meet each other? Then ask the heroic spirits, can the battle blood be rekindled with the order of Tuoba..."

On the Great Wall, Lin Huang waved the battle flag in his hand, roaring like a madman, questioning the heaven and the earth in his voice, shaking like a thunderbolt:
"Can the battle blood be rekindled?"

"Can the battle blood be rekindled?"

"Heroic spirits of the heavens, may you be willing to join me and rekindle the battle blood!"

……

Under the gloomy sky, the ancient Fengtian bronze ancient Great Wall suddenly moved slightly.At some point, Lin Huang suddenly heard a voice:
"Wish to fight!"

In Yin Yang Valley, a murderous voice suddenly sounded:

"Wish to fight!!"

In the East Spirit Realm, three thousand voices descended like thunder from nine heavens, shaking the world:

"Wish to fight!!!"

(End of this chapter)