Fighter of the Destiny

The two demon generals on the grassland, as well as the more advanced demon clan elder and the prince of Xue Lao City, looked extremely solemn.

The remnants of the sword intent floated to the top of Nuorilang Peak.

The Demon Commander stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, brought it to his nose and sniffed it, slightly alert.

The head of Lishan broke through more than ten years ago, but he did not receive much attention. In the eyes of many people, this old Taoist who has never left the mountain gate has only managed to break through to the sacred realm with great reluctance by relying on the unique skills of the Lishan Sword Sect and hundreds of years of hard work in cultivation, which is really nothing.

Who would have thought that his swordsmanship was so amazing that he had already reached the second threshold.

Mao Qiuyu looked at the head of Lishan and said, "I'm going to have to work hard for you today."

The head of Lishan glanced at the top of Nuorilang Peak, waved his hand and said, "I can't beat this murderer."

Without waiting for Mao Qiuyu to speak, he pointed at the two demon generals on the grassland and said: "These two can't beat me, let me do it."

Mao Qiuyu and Huairen were slightly startled, thinking how frank these words were, and wondering who would deal with the Demon Commander?

There was no time to think about it. The fog in the passage under the night became heavier and heavier, and the tall figures became clearer and clearer.

The demon elders and the princes of Xue Lao City have arrived on the battlefield. If they are not stopped, the Chinese military tent will be directly attacked.

The breeze was blowing slightly, Huairen greeted the prince with fluttering brocade robes, while Mao Qiuyu waved his sleeves and stopped him from approaching the elder council member.

The leader of Lishan held the sword in his right hand and held the scabbard in his left hand. He stepped on the rainbow light and walked towards the two demon generals.

The powerful men from the holy realm appeared one after another, and their powerful auras kept colliding with each other, stirring up countless strong winds and sand dust.

A ray of sword light tore apart everything between heaven and earth, and then a ray of sky light illuminated the grassland.

The devil's breath, as thick as night, spewed out from the valley, swallowing up the sword light like a real abyss dragon.

The world is turned upside down, the sky is dark and the earth is dark.

Countless unimaginable magical scenes took turns taking place between the sky and the earth. Some of the peaks adjacent to Nuorilang were flattened. Golden blood dripped from the sky, burned in the wind, and radiated endless heat and holiness. The light was bright, but the blood of the powerful demon clan was like ink, making the sky darker.

In a short period of time, it seemed like countless days and nights had passed.

The human army on the grassland relied on the barrier of the formation, struggling to hold up amidst the fluctuations caused by the collision of the strong saints. Occasionally, the military experts and crossbow formations inside wanted to help the strong human saints, but they could not. It is impossible to get away from the intrusion of the Wolf Rider.

The Demon Commander remained outside, his cold and cruel gaze penetrated his helmet, looking somewhere in the south, not knowing who was waiting for him.

More than a hundred miles to the west is the most dangerous right camp of the Western Route Army.

No one thought that as the most important figure in the West Route Army, the Prime Minister did not stay in the rear, nor did he pay attention to the people in Congzhou Military Mansion, but stayed here all the time.

The streams of light in front of Nuorilang Peak are clearly visible in the sky. Although they are more than a hundred miles away, they seem to be very close.

The Prime Minister held his hands on the fat dripping from the upper edge of his belt, squinted his eyes and looked at the sword light and demonic energy, not knowing what he was thinking.

If he had set out when the battle started, he would have had time to participate in this rare chaotic battle between the powerful men in the sanctuary.

But he did not do so. He believed that the most critical moment was far from reached. The most critical thing was that the people had not yet arrived.

Yes, just like the Demon Commander, he is also waiting for the arrival of someone.

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"Come! Come!"

A shout of surprise sounded from behind the Chinese military tent.

The shouts were like sparks falling into boiling oil, and soon spread throughout the entire military camp and even the entire battlefield.

Both the human soldiers and the wolf riders desperately attacking on the periphery heard the voice in the distance.

coming.

That person finally came.

The wind howled.

The gravel slapped against the grass blades.

A man appeared in front of everyone, wearing a cloth shirt that had been washed until it turned white, with shabby eyebrows. He looked like a bookkeeper who owed a lot of money.

Wang Po is here.

No one knew where he was just now.

No one knows where he comes from.

He is not in the Zhongjun tent, and he has no habit of standing next to the coach.

It's not a utility room either. He doesn't have the spirit to play with the world.

He came from the south.

To the south is the human world.

His shoulders were still slumped as usual, making it easy to hold the handle of the knife.

At this time, the grassland was in chaos, with brutal fights of life and death everywhere, shouts of death and cries of pain, and strong winds and flying sand covering the eyes of many people.

In such a vast and complicated picture, Wang Po is just an inconspicuous dot, and should not be noticed by anyone.

But when he came from the south, everyone, including the soldiers and strong men from the demon clan, saw him.

No matter how shabby his clothes are, no matter how ordinary his temperament, no matter how dazzling the world he lives in, he still has the strongest sense of existence.

The Demon Commander closed his eyes.

The temperature at the peak suddenly dropped a lot, and the black rocks were covered with a light layer of white frost.

Facing an opponent like Wang Po, even he must be cautious and go all out.

Wang Po's speed seemed slow, just like walking normally, but he quickly passed through the human military camp and arrived at the battlefield.

The situation on the battlefield is extremely complex, and unexpected situations may occur at any time, bringing many variables and dangers.

But Wang Po didn't speed up his pace or change his direction, he still walked quietly like this.

The Demon Commander closed his eyes to gain momentum and prepare for the encounter later, which would definitely be an earth-shattering thunder blow.

Wang Po is no stranger to this.

At the Tanzhe Temple in the suburbs of Beijing, he sat under the ginkgo tree for more than ten days and nights without ever unsheathing the iron sword. He was comprehending the way of the sword, and he was also accumulating the power of the sword.

In this way, he could kill Tieshu with one sword on the bank of Luoshui River.

At this time, he was walking towards the mountain peak, and this process was also gaining momentum.

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The ranking method of Demon Generals is similar to that of Great Zhou Divine Generals. Seniority and reputation will be taken into consideration, but the more important thing is absolute strength.

Syndicate is the third demon general of the current demon clan. He is very powerful. No one in the current Great Zhou Divine General is his opponent. In addition, he is deeply trusted by the young demon king and has been awarded some powerful magic weapons. In terms of combat effectiveness, he can be regarded as a real strong man in the sanctuary.

Just now, he had a small piece of devil's horn cut off by that sword light. He was injured and bleeding, and was in an extremely embarrassed state. Apart from the fact that Li Shan's leader's sword was indeed mysterious, it was also related to his underestimation of the enemy.

And he didn't expect that the sword in this veteran's hand was so sharp and terrifying.

This injury made him sober and cautious. He cooperated with the Eighth Demon General and some strong military men to fight against the leader of Lishan, and he showed a very calm performance.

He saw Wang Po walking across the battlefield, but he could not escape from the sword intent of the leader of Lishan. He let out a sharp roar and ordered the wolf cavalry to attack Wang Po. At the same time, he used his eyes to signal the eighth demon general to cooperate with him and lead the army. Following the entire battle group towards the center of the battlefield.

No matter how terrifying those wolf riders are, they can't possibly hurt Wang Po. The Third Demon General understands this. He just hopes to interrupt Wang Po's momentum.

In a battle at the level of Wang Po and Demon Commander, even the smallest influence may directly change the outcome.

The head of Lishan guessed the intention of this demon general, his long eyebrows slightly fluttered, and he flicked his fingers.

The Sky Covering Sword was currently cutting into pieces the third magic weapon, cutting the eighth demon general until he was covered in blood. Suddenly, it encountered the finger wind and let out a crisp sword cry.

The sound of the sword was extremely clear, and spread throughout the grassland.

Several seemingly ordinary soldiers walked out of the chaotic battlefield and came to Wang Po's side.

The wolf riders began to charge.

The eyes of the bloodthirsty giant wolf were full of madness, and the demon cavalry made an unpleasant roar.

Several powerful sword intents shot up into the sky and slashed past.

Those ordinary soldiers were actually the elders of Lishan Sword Hall!

The cold sword flashed, and the wolf knights fell to the ground one after another, splashing countless dirty blood.

Several sword hall elders walked beside Wang Po like bodyguards.

No matter which side the wolf riders come from, they will be killed by them.

They wanted to ensure that Wang Po would not be disturbed in any way.

Even if it affects their sword drawing or even causes them to be injured.

Before the battle with the Demon Commander begins, Wang Po should do nothing.

In the eyes of many people, this is the approach that takes an overall view.

But Wang Po has never been a person who can accept the kindness of others with peace of mind.

If he did that, how could his sword be as powerful as it is today?

To the west of the grassland, Taoist Aunt Huairen was fighting with the member of the Demon Elders Association.

The clear and chilling finger power, like arrow feathers, traveled through the sky, shattering dozens of vitality locks, leaving a deep blood hole on the body of the demon clan elder.

The Divine Finger of Tianxiaxi is really no small matter, especially when it is displayed by a strong man from the Holy Domain.

The demon elder let out a sharp roar, reached out and snatched the scepters of the two tribe leaders, sucked the souls attached to them, and healed suddenly from his injuries.

Not only that, his demonic body grew taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, reaching more than ten feet tall. Covered in the night sky, he looked like a god or demon.

At this moment, a crisp golden sound suddenly sounded in the distance.

That's iron rubbing, and the knife will be unsheathed!

The demon elder's expression suddenly changed, and after confirming that he had no time to escape, he let out a desperate scream and fell towards Taoist Aunt Huairen like a mountain!

The night was cut open by the sword intent that seemed to come from outside.

There were several crisp sounds, and several wounds appeared on the shoulders of the demon clan elder.

The skylight fell on the fly whisk, white as silk, gathered into clouds, and struck the chest of the demon elder.

The demon clan elder suddenly shattered into pieces and turned into black powder all over the sky, scattering one after another, and the weeds for miles around withered when touched!

Taoist nun Huairen's face was pale, and a streak of blood spilled from the corner of her lips.

She looked towards the center of the battlefield.

Wang Po walked toward the mountain as if he had done nothing.

Many eyes fell on his side.

His hand was already holding the scabbard.

His thumb rested on the lower edge of the knife's hilt.

A section of the iron sword was exposed.