Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 47
"Son of Daqin, follow me to fight!"

Although there were not as many saintly warriors as the Sacred Fire Cult, the Great Qin side was not timid at all. Emperor Qin drew out his Emperor Sword, roared, and gave the order to attack.

"Jijiu Lao Qin, go to the national disaster together!"

The 600 million Qin soldiers roared loudly, their morale was like a rainbow, and their fighting spirit was endless. The weapons in their hands were full of evil spirits, and they gathered together, as if a fierce beast opened its mouth and roared. The scarlet light made people feel terrified.

The two armies, like a raging tide of blood, surged from the end of the sea and collided fiercely.

The soldiers who participated in this war were all warriors, both in quantity and quality, far surpassed the battle between the Great Qin Empire and the Six Kingdoms and Six Sects.

A warrior can shatter boulders!

A hundred warriors can flatten a hill!

Thousands of warriors can destroy mountains and cities, and raze a huge mountain to the ground!
But in the current war, tens of millions of fighters participated in the battle, and the scope of the battle expanded to hundreds of miles in a radius, with various terrains, including majestic peaks, rivers, valleys and plains.
Standing on the battlefield, in all directions, there are figures everywhere, the sound of fighting everywhere, corpses and blood everywhere.

"kill!"

A Daqin soldier, after beheading the holy fire priest with his sword, before he had time to catch his breath, several spears pierced his body, blood spattered, and he slept here forever.

Behind him, stood five Holy Fire Priest soldiers, all stained red with blood. After pulling out their spears, they continued to search for their targets.

But after a while, they were surrounded by more than 20 Daqin soldiers. After a brief confrontation, they were hacked to death with random knives, and their bodies were incomplete.

This is the epitome of the battlefield, everyone is shrouded in death, maybe in the next second, maybe in the next minute, they will be favored by the god of death.

Cold and rainy, dark clouds are heavy;
Corpses are strewn all over the field, and blood splatters into canals!
"No way, you go to the back of the battlefield first!"

Above the nine heavens, Qin Taizu looked at the Patriarch of the Sacred Fire Cult vigilantly. The white sword light wrapped around his body, like a river of swords, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Old Ancestor, you have to be careful!"

It is too terrifying for the strong in the holy realm to fight, even if it is a aftermath, Qin Wudao cannot bear it, so he turned and left after a word of advice.

But he didn't go to the safe rear, but to the ground battlefield, and fight to the end with the soldiers of Daqin.

On a certain battlefield, Liu Yong, a soldier of the Great Qin Dynasty, was being besieged by several holy fire priests. During the battle, the weapons fell to the ground and were in danger.

Losing a weapon on the battlefield is tantamount to self-mutilation in martial arts. You can only wait for death. Even Liu Yong himself feels that he must die.

The two holy fire priests raised their weapons high, and they were about to fall.

"cut!"

At the critical moment, two sword qi pierced through the air, cutting off the two sacred fire priests in half, and blood gushed out, giving Liu Yong a bloody bath, turning the world in his eyes into blood red.

He saw that in the red world, several other sacred fire priests were also beheaded by the sword energy, and the blood was like a fountain.

"Are you OK!"

Qin Wudao came over, looked at Liu Yong who had turned into a blood man, and asked hurriedly.

"Your Highness, I'm fine!"

Liu Yong rubbed his eyes, grateful.

"Since it's all right, then the king will continue to fight!"

Qin Wudao nodded and killed the enemies in front of him, the sword energy swept across, and all the enemies he passed were killed.

"kill!"

Liu Yong picked up the soldiers from the ground and followed behind Qin Wudao, killing the enemies continuously. It didn't take long for the team to grow bigger and bigger, piercing the enemy's chest like a sharp sword.

Being able to fight with the crown prince, their morale was high, and their combat effectiveness was several times stronger.

Although he was killing the enemy on the ground, Qin Wudao's attention was always focused on the battle in the sky. After he left, a jihad broke out.

"Five yuan goes to a team!"

Emperor Qin, Qin Taizu, Li Si, Bai Qi, and Zhang Gan entered the battlefield, immediately blessed the formation, and their strength increased rapidly. They fought with the seven ancestors of the Holy Fire Sect, and instead of being defeated, they gained a slight upper hand.

It is precisely because of this formation that the Great Qin Empire is not afraid of the Sacred Fire Cult.

"The Pope of the Sacred Fire Cult is also a warrior who has entered the holy realm. Why didn't he participate in the battle? Could it be?"

Looking at the battlefield in the sky, Qin Wudao frowned slightly, feeling an ominous premonition.

Soon, the ominous premonition in his heart was confirmed.

"kill!"

A roar echoed over the battlefield.

In the sky in the distance, Duan Wanjiang was suspended in the void, his eyes soared with murderous aura, dragon shadows and flames emerged behind him, and the dragon eyes were tyrannical, and after a roar, they dived towards the ground.

"not good!"

Qin Wudao's pupils shrank sharply, the thing he was most worried about still happened.

Duan Wanjiang did not participate in the battlefield of the Holy Realm, but put down his strong body and launched an attack on ordinary soldiers, no, to be precise, he carried out massacres.

Boom! ! !

The fire dragon fell to the ground and landed in the camp of the Qin army. An army of thousands of people instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames. The soldiers of Qin who were shrouded in flames turned into fireballs. corpse.

boom!
The fire dragon soared into the sky, and under the control of Duan Wanjiang, it continued to slaughter the Qin soldiers. In a short while, it killed tens of thousands of people, adding a smell of meat to the bloody battlefield.

Countless Daqin soldiers were secretly terrified, for fear that the fire dragon would fall and turn into coke, and their morale would become low as a result.

"Kill kill kill!"

The holy fire priests' eyes were sharp, and they were extremely excited, their faces turned rosy, and they kept charging.

The corpses of soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty lay in the rain of blood.

"Damn!"

Qin Wudao cursed secretly, if it continues like this, the soldiers of Great Qin might not be able to last long, even if they survive, how many people will be left after the battle is over?

"System, when will Zhao Yun come?"

The only thing he can count on now is the military general Zhao Yun who signed up.

"Ding, soon!"

The system's notification sound was as indifferent as ever.

"Ha ha……"

Above the sky, Duan Wanjiang looked up to the sky and laughed, the murderous aura on his body became more and more intense. Looking around the battlefield, he suddenly saw Qin Wudao, he was slightly taken aback, and controlled the fire dragon to kill.

"I go!"

Qin Wudao raised his head, just in time to see the fire dragon, and hurriedly dodged, but no matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than the attack of a strong person in the holy realm? In the blink of an eye, the fire dragon was about to fall.

"Stop hurting my lord!"

At this time, an angry voice came, making Qin Wudao overjoyed, and saw a young general in white robe galloping through the void on a war horse, holding a shiny silver spear in his hand, the spear bloomed, and he was extremely powerful.

It was Zhao Yun who came!

"go with!"

Seeing the fire dragon approaching Qin Wudao, Zhao Yun's eyes were fixed, and there was no strong murderous aura. He threw out the silver spear and turned into a white dragon, piercing the sky with endless sharpness!

This shot, like a dragon hitting the sky, can break through the sky.

boom!
The fire dragon cast by Duan Wanjiang was directly pierced by the spear and dissipated into the void.

(End of this chapter)