Valkyrie

Chapter 887
Qingtian Wufu!

When the pitch-black army under the Mingzi Blood Banner rushed into the battlefield, the entire battlefield was violently turbulent.

Behind the clouds, the Silver Feather Army of the Eastern Heaven Sect could no longer sit peacefully on Mount Tai.They set up silver shields one after another, forming an impenetrable iron wall of defense.

Under the sunlight, the silver shield wall reflected Cui Can's white light, instantly covering the entire void.

Not long after, a pitch-black long spear came, like a world-shaking blue dragon, violently hitting the silver armor.

Boom.

The silver shield shattered, and the long spear went forward without hesitation, killing the general behind him.

Then, a black shadow suddenly appeared, grabbed the butt of the gun, and rushed into the God Race army first.

Behind him, dozens of vanguard and elite black armor troops directly tore a crack in the wall of the silver shield, like sharp knives, heading towards the heart of the enemy.

After that, thousands of troops rushed to kill them.

Between the heaven and the earth, a battle broke out between the two armies, which were at least at the level of a Martial King.Shattered thousands of miles of wind and cloud, making the void turbulent.

Countless soldiers were knocked down from the sky, making deep pits one after another within thousands of miles of Qingtian Martial Mansion.

The sky weeps blood.

The battle flag fluttered.

Countless long spears are criss-crossed, and the mysterious method is overwhelming.There are also countless flesh bodies exploding, stumps and broken bodies falling down, and countless shouts of killing rushing through the sky!

The people from the Marquis of Qingtian Wufu plus the Mingjiao army, only a few thousand people, fought to the death with the tens of thousands of troops from the Shenzu Temple with a fierce and unrelenting posture.

There is Pei Xiufu whose white hair is bleeding.

Lu Donghuang suffered numerous wounds all over his body, yet he roared like a vicious tiger.

Jun Moxiao's long spear is vertical and horizontal, and he is fighting in all directions.

There are also dozens of young people Lin Huang met on the second floor of Lingqi Cliff, fighting to the death and laughing generously.

Even though they were being eaten away bit by bit, they still didn't back down half a step.The generosity and arrogance in the blood flying all over the place seemed to tell the world...

Zuojia Mingjiao!

I'd rather die than give up!

At this time, the army of the gods also showed their ruthlessness. Facing the countless charges of the Mingjiao army, they seemed to have no emotion at all. They defended and counterattacked in an orderly manner. Do whatever it takes.

The battle was fierce.

The outcome is unpredictable!

At this moment, in the distance in the void, there was a powerful aura coming rapidly like a rainbow piercing the clouds and breaking the moon.I saw the man dressed in red, holding a long gun, and laughed generously:

"Qingtian Martial House's No. 18 disciple of the inner court, please fight against the heavens! Anyone who offends my Qingtian Martial House will be killed without mercy!"

After finishing speaking, Ying Cangtian stepped into the battlefield and charged towards the army of the temple.

"Qingtian Martial House's No. 20 generation outer court disciple, Lu Xiaochen please fight! Anyone who offends my Qingtian Martial House will be killed without mercy!"

In the sky, there was another voice.

"Song Chengfeng, a disciple of the 23rd generation, joins the battle. Anyone who offends my Qingtian Martial House will be killed without mercy!"

"Seventeenth generation disciple Xu Henian joins the battle, kill!"

In the void, there is an old man, wearing armor and holding a gun.

"Yang Yingfeng, a disciple of the nineteenth generation of rebels, participated in the battle, and is willing to atone for his sin with death!"

"The 22nd generation disciple Ling Shuangce invites you to fight!"

……

In just half a day, warriors continued to come with mighty wind, and their realms ranged from Martial King to Martial Saint.

Their age ranges from middle age to several hundred years old.

They're not particularly powerful.

The number of people is hundreds or thousands, and more and more!

They can come, perhaps to repay their favor.

Maybe it was to make up for the regret in my heart.

Or maybe it was for the glory of Qingtian Wufu.

And since they are here, they are not afraid of Xingtian Temple, nor God Clan, let alone death!
The survival of Qingtian Wufu is here to fight!
……

In the huge bronze mountain of the ancient battlefield, more than half a day has passed.

The surrounding mountains, rocks, flowers and plants turned into iron men, like a river, continuously emerging.

After half a day of fighting, Lin Huang was almost exhausted.Lin Huang didn't know how many iron men he had killed so far.

The arm is already weak.

The tiger's mouth holding the knife has been split open, and silver blood is falling like a waterline.

The combat here is too simple.

It was just a group of iron men without intelligence attacking him and Luo Huanhuan.

However, although it was simple, it made Lin Huang feel terrified.

After half a day, he already understood.The strength of all the iron men around him copied his and Luo Huanhuan's realm.

If Lin Huang went forward alone, the battle would be much easier than it is now.

However, Luo Huanhuan.

However, the realm was frighteningly high. Even if Iron Man was not proficient in any martial arts, just relying on his realm could make Lin Huang feel very uncomfortable.

And Luo Huanhuan didn't know how to fight in close combat at all.

She has great strength and is proficient in illusion.However, in the face of this group of iron bumps, the illusion did not work at all.

Luo Huanhuan can only split the iron man with the air of the sound of the piano.

There are so many iron men in an endless stream!
Don't give the two of them a chance to breathe, once they relax, the whole person will be torn to pieces by Iron Man.

The only thing he can rely on is the breath in his heart that has never dissipated.

Lin Huang didn't expect that the giant black iron mountain would look like this.He thought that there were many terrifying existences in the giant black iron mountain.

And he might be able to avoid a lot.

But I didn't expect that this giant black iron mountain was too rough.But wherever there are mountains, rocks, grass and trees, there is an iron man, every time Lin Huang takes a step forward, all the iron men in a radius of ten miles will all come to him.

If you want to fly, Iron Man will follow.

To hide underground, Iron Man will burrow.

If you want to rely on speed to rush forward, it is like running in the rain. It has no effect, and you will be an iron man wherever you go.

To form a defensive shield around you, a group of iron men will be crushed for you.

The feeling of the two of them at this moment is like a scholar meeting a reckless man, trying every means, but finally being beaten with an iron fist.

Gradually... Lin Huang became more and more tired...

And he gradually calmed down.He gradually understood that if he wanted to get out of the giant black iron mountain, he had to carve out a path.

This is a battle of life and death.

Likewise, this is also cultivation.

It's just like when he practiced his sword under the waterfall, and it's like when he was chased and killed by Liu Cangsheng.Only when the mind calms down can there be hope of living.

Thousands of miles of huge mountains, now only a hundred miles away, the road ahead is boundless.But in the end...you have to go on!
A warrior's strength must be tempered by blood and battles.

In the army of iron men, Lin Huang is holding two swords, and has gradually begun to regain the feeling of practicing swords, just like Li Chunfeng's practice of sword after sword outside the back mountain and lake of Qingtian Martial Mansion.

The vast Montenegro stretches for thousands of miles.

The two men killed and fell in the army of iron men, walking forward.

One hundred miles.

Two hundred miles.

Three hundred miles.

……

Seven hundred miles.

As time passed, Lin Huang seemed to have fallen into the practice of mechanical killing. He had no emotion, no perception, and kept waving his knife.

One knife at a time.

The way forward.

Until no matter how strong his will was, he finally couldn't resist the fatigue of his physical body, and when he couldn't dissolve his broken arms...

Boom.

Lin Huang fell to the ground and passed out immediately!
(End of this chapter)