ancient god emperor

Chapter 390 May there be reincarnation!

Zhu Youwu's face was full of bitterness. He roared and screamed, holding the Lingbao with one arm and killing a bloody path. Even though he had all kinds of bitterness in his heart, he still wanted to live as long as possible. After all, he didn't live for only one person, but It is to live for the belief of the Iron Blood Barracks!

At the moment when Chu Yun stepped forward, the Jagged Barracks had a soul. From then on, they danced on the tip of their swords. For the first time, they were touched, touched for the first time, and had the concept of brothers for the first time!

There was a hint of a smile on Mu Zi's pale face, and he said loudly: "Warriors of the Iron Blood Barracks, come and kill with me!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The pupils of the warriors in the Jagged Barracks had an extraordinary look. They had fought bloody battles for so long, so they naturally knew what Mu Zi's plan was, but none of them objected. They also knew that only by keeping Zhu Youwu could their faith continue. possible!

A man sitting cross-legged on top of a terrifying and vicious bird opened and closed his eyes. He glanced at the iron-blooded military warriors who were still fighting in blood, and said, "You are really a bunch of waste. You have mobilized tens of thousands of people, but you haven't wiped out even one of them!" Thousands of troops, do you want me to send the three armies?!"

The man in the purple-gold battle robe had an embarrassing face on his face, and he said, "Don't be angry, the king of war, I will personally kill them all!"

The man in the purple-gold shirt held his hands behind his back, and he walked up to the warriors of the Iron-Blooded Barracks, his eyes flickered with terrifying murderous intent, and the vitality of heaven and earth radiated from his body faintly, giving people a feeling like mountains and mountains.

The expression of the King of War who stood on the city and looked on coldly changed slightly. The man in the purple gold battle robe was not weak in cultivation, he was the existence of the Thunder Valley Dynasty next to the King of War, and he was praised as a warrior who was very likely to climb to the position of King of War.

"All the fighters in the Iron-Blooded Military Camp are about to fall!" Qin Li sighed, with a look of sadness on his face, but those who knew him well knew that Qin Li's suppression of the Iron-Blooded Military Camp these days was a How ruthless, how can you be sad? !

On the battlefield, the wind and sand suddenly floated up, and the waning sun hanging in the sky finally sank down. There was only a glimmer of light in the sky and the earth, and it was impossible to see the way forward or the way out!

Mu Zi's expression changed drastically. He didn't expect that the most terrifying general of the Thunder Valley Dynasty would make a move in person. Now, they almost cut off all the way out, and only one person in the Zijin battle robe could kill them all. .

You must know that the martial artist of the seventh level of the Yunling Realm is not so easy to compete. Although this person's cultivation base is forcibly raised and his foundation is not stable, he is also a warrior of the seventh level of the Yunlingling Realm.
"Ants, I didn't expect you to be so good at jumping. Thousands of people can compete with [-] people, but today you have to die." The warrior in purple and gold robes had an indifferent face, as if the lives and deaths of these people in front of him had nothing to do with him. generally.

Mu Zi's face was pale, he and Zhu Youwu looked at each other, they immediately understood, Mu Zi roared and howled, with a touch of despair in his eyes, he led the rest of the warriors towards the man in the Zijin battle robe.

Zhu Youwu took a deep breath, and he broke out in the distance. No matter what, they must have someone to survive. For the promise and belief, they still need someone to pass on this belief!

The man in the purple gold battle robe smiled, he had never seen such a warrior who was not afraid of death, but he didn't say much, his big hand suddenly flapped, as if he was flapping some ants.

"puff!"

Dozens of warriors from the iron-blooded barracks were smashed to pieces in an instant, blood was flying, and there was no fluctuation on Mu Zi's face in the dim world, but the sadness in his eyes became more and more obvious!
"Brother Youwu, I hope you will pass on your beliefs!" Mu Zi jumped up suddenly, and the spirit treasure in her hand appeared, and chopped towards the head of the man in the Zijin battle robe.

It's just that the disparity in their strength is too great. I saw the man in the Zijin battle robe lightly swung the bullet with his big hand, and a burst of energy suddenly shot out, directly piercing through Mu Zi's body, causing him to retreat with injuries.

On the other side, Zhu Youwu failed to break through. He was besieged by the warriors of the Thunder Valley Dynasty, imprisoned, and almost died of blood!

"Oh, this farce should be over!" The man in the Zijin battle robe still had a calm expression on his face, he waved his big hand suddenly, and Hong Sheng said: "Kill them all!"

Mu Zi's face is full of indifference. At this moment, he has already looked down on life and death, but he still has regrets in his heart. It may be difficult for them to see Chu Yun again, and it is difficult for them to see the man who gave them the soul of life!

"Walking through the aftermath, brothers are here, and when we meet and smile, we can't get through this catastrophe. But if there is reincarnation, I hope to meet you again. It's not just a smile, but a brotherhood!" Mu Zi Laughing loudly, he closed his eyes.

Zhu Youwu smiled, his body was full of blood, he also lay down on the ground, breathless, and had lost the strength of the first battle, but he still struggled to stand up, lying down and falling, which was not in line with his wishes, not It is in line with his way, not in line with the arrogance in his heart!

He Zhu Youwu, even if he died in battle, he would stand by Yunling. His proud heart never gave in. Even if he fell, his fighting spirit was still sonorous, like a peerless magic weapon!

Many soldiers above the city looked at the iron-blooded military warriors who looked at death like home, and a sense of sadness suddenly rose in their hearts. No matter how indifferent they were, they couldn't help a throbbing in their hearts at this moment.

Tens of thousands of soldiers fell silent for a moment. They looked at the warriors in the iron-blooded barracks, at the indifferent Qin Li, and at them who were huddled in the giant city. They had mixed feelings in their hearts. Is this them?
The wind whimpered on the battlefield, it seemed to carry the wildness of ancient times, and the sorrow of the ancestors. There were too many buried on this battlefield, and now a group of warriors called Iron Blood Barracks will be buried!
"Clang!"

The warriors of the Thunder Valley Dynasty showed their Lingbao in their hands, with hideous expressions on their faces, they liked to slaughter the most, and even had expectations in their hearts, they slowly rolled forward like a chariot of Weiran!

At this time, a tall and straight figure rushed from the sky, and the pupils of that figure were full of anger. He looked down, and the murderous intent on his face became more and more intense, making the surrounding temperature suddenly a little bit colder!
That tall and straight figure was naturally Chu Yun. The first thing he didn't expect when he came back was to see the warriors in the iron-blooded barracks in a dangerous situation, and the old man was sluggish and almost fell!

Dragons have Nilins, and he, Chu Yun, also has Nilins in his heart. Anyone who touches something in his heart that he wants to protect, no matter what the opponent's background, will be killed by Chu Yunling. Obviously, the Thunder Valley Dynasty has counted. His bottom line was violated for the first time!

(End of this chapter)