Gao Wu: Myth's Strongest Legend

Chapter 339 Iron-Blooded Battlefield, Li Mu's Power

Fu Li was beaten until he collapsed.

Even if he has a strong vitality, he can't hold on.

When he still wants to reunite next time.

The huge crushing of strength.

Li Cunxiao stretched out his hand to grab it, the black hole in his palm, devouring power appeared, and a cloud of blood mist containing majestic power was suddenly absorbed into his palm.

Fu Li struggled in his palm.

Unwilling to die.

But his fate has been killed by Li Cunxiao.

He obliterated Fu Li's soul.

A sage died completely.

The sky changed color.

Drowsiness appears.

And it is under the eyes of the Holy One.

This is incredible.

You must know that Shengxuan was dispatched this time, the supreme sages, but they were the first to fall sages.

Shameful.

Unable to wash.

The entire Shengxuan Dynasty was taken aback.

Fu Li, who was extremely strong among the true saints, just died like this?

They were also a little dazed.

Can't believe it's real.

If they had said the words of beheading the saint before, they would definitely say, how can it be possible for an idiot to dream.

But the fact happened before his eyes, and he had to believe it.

"Fu Li!"

"I am Sage Xuan Sage!"

Many true saints roared, frightened and angry.

When Gu Tianyou saw this scene, his pupils shrank sharply even though he was calm and composed. He was beheaded by others under the leadership of the imperial army in battle.

Even if the Shengxuan Dynasty has a profound background, the fall of a sage is still an unbearable pain.

"Great invincibility!"

"General Flying Tiger is mighty!"

"Break them out!"

Countless generals and soldiers roared at the top of their lungs.

The existence of sages is like a mythical strong man in his heart, almost unshakable, but Li Cunxiao proved it with the strongest strength.

Make a big fight against him, and the sage will die.

Shengxuan Dynasty.

Even if they are the Xuantian overlords, they are very strong, but Dagan people are never afraid of them.

Inspired, they launched a more violent attack.

Shengxuan was furious, and when the sage was beheaded, he wanted to find Li Cunxiao for revenge, but the imbalance of power pushed them into a more unfavorable situation.

"I am the only one who is invincible!"

Li Cunxiao carried the prestige of punishing saints.

Lost Fu Li.

The Flying Tiger Legion crushed the battlefield and killed the legion led by Fu Li.

Li Cunxiao immediately straddled the battlefield and fought side by side with Huo Qubing. The two war gods joined forces and pushed their opponents horizontally.

The two sages were also taken aback, their fear was greater than their anger.

Fighting against Huo Qubing, the two teamed up and broke out many great supernatural powers to barely restrain Huo Qubing.

If Li Cunxiao, who was a slayer, was added, wouldn't it push them into the boundless abyss, and even seize the opportunity to behead them one by one.

Their fighting spirit collapsed.

Facing the alliance between Li Cunxiao and Huo Qubing, and fighting and retreating, he didn't dare to confront him, fearing that he would end up in the same way as Fu Li.

In the legion battle, the large army crushed by.

Great Ruins Heavenly Demon Sect.

"Behead the sages, the true sages will fall, and the world will be moved!"

"Oh my god, Dagan actually managed to kill the sages, how did they do it!"

"The True Sage cuts the True Sage, Li Jing blocks Gu Tianyou, seals the sky and locks the land for a day, and dominates the battle!"

The expressions of the sages of the Daxu Tianmo Sect changed, and they were panic-stricken.

Thinking of how many times they fought against Dagan, the other party didn't use all their strength at all, otherwise, they might fall.

The neck is chilly, how can I dare to hate.

The Demon Lord of Daxu retracted his gaze, "This battle is over."

"Sovereign." True Sage Wu Xun said in a low voice.

"The Daxu Heavenly Demon Sect has all withdrawn from the Flame Desolation."

The Daxu Demon Lord issued an order.

"Withdraw? Withdraw from the Flame Desolation?"

The saints were taken aback.

Although they had a premonition, they would still be confused if they really wanted to make this decision.

Heaven and earth are big.

Where can they go?

Is it possible to return to Shenzhou?

But Shenzhou is too cruel, only the holy ancestor class is qualified to dominate one side, and the power of the heavenly saint is only strong, but it cannot have the status in Yanhuang.

Do you want to go to a more remote place?
But in such a place, as a toubob, it is difficult to have a big development in the future, and it is very likely that he will be trapped to death forever.

"Sovereign, the war between Dagan and Shengxuan is not completely over yet!"

Wu Xun is truly holy.

"Don't worry about it, Shengxuan's failure this time is inevitable, at least for now, before Gu Tianyou can't break Li Jing's block, the failure is a foregone conclusion, and the appearance of the strong man with the formation map will determine the direction of the battle .”

The Demon Lord of the Great Ruins can see clearly.

"However, the Shengxuan Dynasty suffered such a huge loss. After all, they are the overlords of Xuantian, and they will not let it go. We still have a chance!"

There are some veterans who are unwilling to give up the Yanhuang foundation.

"But that has nothing to do with us. My Daxu Tianmo Sect is not qualified to participate in this kind of battle."

The Demon Lord of Daxu ordered: "All withdraw in the shortest possible time, don't wait for them to finish the war, you must leave early!"

Nothing can be done.

The entire Daxu Tianmo Sect mobilized.

And this moment.

on the battlefield.

Shengxuan fell, and Dagan took the dominant position.

Under the eight formations, the sky is sealed and the land is completely suppressed.

Gu Tianyou was also helpless, he couldn't feel the dignity of being a holy man.

And the other side of the battlefield.

A gallant cavalry charged from one side.

The large army battled in a mighty manner, tearing through the defense line of Shengxuan, beheading their horses one after another.

Zhuge fired a salvo.

This continuous crossbow, equipped with cavalry, has a great effect.

Li Mu held an iron-blooded heavy gun, and the battle flag fluttered, sweeping away thousands of troops, Saint Wei Hehe, killing the entire audience by himself.

He locked on a sage and strong man.

An iron bow was drawn, and immediately turned into a heavy arrow and shot out.

The sage also felt the strength of the arrow, he blocked it with a sword, and the flames shot out instantly, but the strong force flew him out.

His realm of the holy path changes continuously.

This person was the middle-aged scribe who had beheaded Liang Kong with a sword.

"Who can shake my power!"

Li Mu drank wildly.

The wind rose.

The iron-blooded environment of the ancient battlefield, with thousands of troops charging, deduces the field of war.

"The peak of a true sage, one thought becomes a world, and possesses part of the power of a heavenly sage!"

The face of the middle-aged scribe changed drastically.

Li Mu has already surpassed him in terms of strength, and he cannot resist such a strong person.

Damn!

This is a big job, time and again with terrifying and extreme power to frighten them.

Li Mu's shot undoubtedly made him feel a huge threat.

A dynasty that can show such strength.

He thought of a more frightening question.

It is how much power is still behind the scenes of this great cadre, in Xuantian, one family, one clan, one original, although there is a holy man, but other levels are not as good as this big cadre.

This time they kicked on the iron plate.

"Blood battle on the battlefield!"

Li Mu's iron-blooded battle spear pierced the sky, booming, with a blow from the heavy gun, the void was shattered in an instant, and the iron-blooded blow exploded on the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe was not strong in a frontal charge, he conjured infinite spells with one sword, and countless shadow poisonous snakes appeared.

But under Li Mu's attack, all the poisonous snakes were wiped out.

"The way of the void!"

The middle-aged scribe escaped into the void urgently.

In order to avoid Li Mu's blow.

But when Li Mu hit the point in the void, the infinite transmission power turned into extremely lethal dimensional light waves, shaking the middle-aged scholar out.

With a wave of his hand, the void was shattered, and there was nowhere to hide.

Li Mu struck again fiercely, and the storm on the battlefield was already rolling up.

The middle-aged scribe was unstoppable, he took a passive blow, his chest exploded, and the soft armor on his body was torn apart, unable to withstand such a heavy blow.

He clutched his chest.

The sword strikes again.

Li Mu stepped forward, using his incomparable strength to directly block it.

The middle-aged scribe backed away again and again.

Although he is also a sage, he is extremely depressed at the moment, and the rules of the holy way are difficult to control.

"The holy way of death, the shadow of death!"

The power of the holy way representing death, and the dark vitality of death gathered together.

A middle-aged man builds the holy world of death, that kind of power can deprive life force, envelope a city, and kill all the people in a city.

He holds both paths.

Middle-aged scribes are also ruthless people.

Xuantian fought and slaughtered countless cities.

With a domineering blow from Li Mu, the Holy Realm of Death couldn't stop him at all. At the same time, he grabbed the middle-aged scribe with palms facing each other, and a war hand appeared, firmly grasping the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe struggled.

boom!The hand of war crushed his body and turned into a blood mist to reunite.

The middle-aged scribe looked pale.

Li Mu's strength completely overwhelmed him, leaving him with no temper at all, only fear.

He had to admit that he was by no means an opponent.

"No, I can't fight anymore."

Middle-aged scribes are also afraid.

After all, he is a true saint, with a lifespan unimaginable by ordinary people, and he finally climbed to this position.

Although there are saints in Shengxuan, for the vast population, there are too few, too few.

The body of the middle-aged man suddenly parted, and hundreds of him appeared, rushing out of the battlefield.

These shadows all contain part of his life essence, so it can be said that they can all be regarded as him.

Although there are priorities, even if one escapes, it won't kill him.

But Li Mu, it was useless to move.

The Void Eight Arrays rotated.

The hexagram image appears.

Hundreds of thunderstorms appeared.

Once locked, it all falls down.

The middle-aged scribe screamed, and all phantoms were wiped out.

He forcibly charged, but under the blockade of the eight formations, he could not escape.

This is the horror of the Eight Arrays.

Mainly used for field control.

Don't look at Zhuge Liang just suppressing Luo Yutiansheng, but in fact, he is suppressing the whole audience.

The sages are easy to beat, but it's too hard to kill them.

They have too many life-saving means, if they don't pay attention, they will run away.

Zhuge Liang took this into consideration.

The middle-aged scribe saw that Li Mu was walking towards him step by step with the domain of war, and he was lying in his heart if he said he wasn't panicking.

"It's not that easy to kill a saint!"

He looked extremely determined.

A pitch-black bead appeared in his hand, the aura of death surged, and countless innocent souls roared
Liang Sheng was attracted by this breath, and he looked over suddenly, he saw many familiar people in the bead, and roared: "Liang Kong, there are countless people from my ten clans!"

This is the pearl of death, and also the pearl of ghosts.

Gather the power of death, absorb the souls of the dead, and form an extremely powerful force.

Ten ethnic groups were slaughtered.

All the souls of the dead were sucked in.

Liang Sheng roared, his anger was uncontrollable.

He suffered brutal massacres during his lifetime, and suffered such torture after his death.

What kind of sage is he, even if he dies, he can't make up for his big mistake.

The middle-aged scribe followed the Emperor Shengxuan to fight north and south, and every time he slaughtered a place, he absorbed these dead souls into the death pearl to strengthen his strength.

He also practiced the holy path of death.

"It took me thousands of years to slaughter countless creatures to form the Death Orb. I really don't want to use it unless it is absolutely necessary."

Middle-aged scribes also hate it.

Li Mu stood with a heavy gun, and said coldly, "Don't worry, I will avenge the ten clans' hatred for you."

(End of this chapter)