God-slaughtering King

"Defense!" with the order, the crowd was divided into several waves, and Nanmen Feng's group was divided into the first wave. In the first wave, a total of 2000 people were commanded by a warrior in the later stage of the virtual realm.

"Without my command, go back and cut without authorization!"

Nanmen Feng looked up and saw a long sword floating in the air under the feet of the virtual world warrior. Behind him stood a middle-aged man with only real world cultivation.

It seems that the real conductor is the middle-aged man. The other party exudes the unique breath of military people, which is the same as that of Chang Xiuyuan.

Not far behind the army of baiyuezong, the new emperor Ao Han was surrounded by the crowd. Once the old emperor Yunqing died, Yunli didn't break through the Wu Emperor. The cloud family was just a praying arm in the way of the car and a dying struggle.

Chiyun kingdom will be the world of Baiyue sect from now on. What Baiyue sect has not done for hundreds of years and generations will be completed in his Ao Han's hands.

"Emperor Ao, do you want us to kill those kings directly? These small miscellaneous fish will naturally collapse without war!"

Ao Han turned to look at the speaker and hissed at the bottom of his heart. The Xiao family was originally the strongest ally of the cloud family. Now they have not taken refuge in his worship of the moon sect.

Although he looked down on Xiao Tianhan, who was older than himself, Ao Han said patiently, "don't worry, King Xiao. These are all loyal members of the cloud family, and they must be uprooted. Besides, let them live two more days at the top of the mountain and watch their disciples die one by one, isn't it good?"

Xiao Tianhan said respectfully, "Ao Huang Shengming." at the moment of lowering his head, a cruel color flashed from the corners of his eyes. Ao Han's move was entirely to consume the strength of other sects. All the people present knew it, but no one dared to say it.

Xiao Tianhan began to regret taking refuge in Baiyue sect, but now he can't help it.

"Aoshan!"

"Yes!"

"Tell me to go down and attack the mountain as soon as the time comes!" Ao Han said and continued, "watch the war with me." then he walked towards a slope not far away. Standing there, he could just see the war at the foot of ziyunfeng mountain.

The orders spread, the crowd started, and the footsteps of more than 400000 people were deafening.

The strong killing intention suspended above the crowd, formed a torrent, and the repressed breath rushed into everyone's heart.

In particular, as the team where Nanmen Feng defended the first wave, he stared at the crowd in the distance and his eyes were dull. It's lucky that one tenth of these 2000 people can survive.

Kill!

In the distant torrent, five thousand people were separated and killed in rustling footsteps. After all, it was formed by various forces temporarily. The momentum and discipline are obviously much worse than those of the cloud family.

It's getting closer and closer. It's less than thirty feet away.

At this time, a roar came from the top of the crowd, "defense!"

Shua!

An earthy yellow light rose and appeared in the front of the crowd. Nanmen Maple was stunned and immediately understood that this was the power of the array.

This defensive array doesn't have much effect in front of such a huge crowd, but it can consume some real yuan of the other party and free up some buffer time.

"Broken!"

There was a loud drink from the opposite side. In an instant, various and colorful attacks crackled down like raindrops. The earthy yellow light trembled and insisted on the first wave of attack.

Aware that everyone around him was secretly relieved, Nanmen Feng couldn't help smiling bitterly. It was only a matter of time before the battle broke out. The real war had not yet begun.

"Break! Indiscriminate attack!"

It was another loud drink. The attack continued like a storm, falling on the yellowish light curtain, smashing pits and making a sound of Bo and Bo.

In less than one incense stick, the earthy yellow light was shaky and was about to be broken.

Just then, there was another angry cry over his head, "withdraw from the array and kill out!"

Blood, screams and cries interweave into a tragic battle scene. From time to time, the floating virtual world fighters sent orders, and the virtual world fighters who were responsible for commanding each team shouted loudly, directing the crowd to rush and kill.

Nanmen Feng is tireless and forgets how many people died under his Xuanyuan sword. The simplest direct stab is extremely fast. He has cut down before the other party's attack comes close.

The brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. The maple at the south gate has an immortal golden body formula to protect them. Ordinary attacks can't hurt him. The power of Xuanyuan sword is not something that ordinary real martial arts can resist.

The crowd of baiyuezong slowly noticed that there was only Nanmen maple on the fourth floor of Lingjing. Each sword would take the life of a real martial artist.

"Kill him!"

A warrior on the fifth floor of the true realm in Baiyue sect shouted angrily and slashed at the maple at the south gate. The spiritual realm cultivation was rampant in the crowd, which was a shame to them.

Kill!

Behind him was Mu Pengcheng. The maple in the south gate could not retreat. He shouted angrily. The Xuanyuan sword in his hand left a virtual shadow in the air and fiercely chopped at the martial artist on the fifth floor of the real world.

In the eight months of reincarnation cave, Nanmen Feng mastered the first twelve moves, but he couldn't understand the last move. It needs to be extremely fast, integrate the first twelve moves together, and cut out the last and strongest sword.

Boom!

Xuanyuan sword slashed the man's chest and stabbed him thoroughly. Later, the man's attack also hit Nanmen Maple's chest.

Poof!

Nanmen Maple's blood gushed wildly. Zhenyuan's power raged in his body. His body suddenly retreated. Behind him, Mu Pengcheng hurriedly protected Nanmen maple and retreated a few steps, "are you okay!"

Pressing the blood rolling on his chest, Nanmen Feng shook his head and waved Xuanyuan sword to meet him again. He was angry, hated and unwilling to wash it with killing.

Nanmen Feng felt deeply guilty about the war, although he could not control everything. Only killing can vent the guilt in his heart. Only blood can make his heart peaceful, whether it's the enemy's blood or his own blood!

Kill!

The nine day refining Scripture makes his spirit stronger than ordinary people. Although everything in the reincarnation cave falls short, it is still much stronger than ordinary real world warriors.

The power of the divine soul makes him more clearly capture the attacks around him, and can make him avoid some attacks that attack the key.

The blood began to flow, and the scars appeared. Nanmen maple, who kept killing in the crowd, seemed to turn into a god of war, and fled everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, 2000 people have fallen, more than 500 people, baiyuezong has also paid the price of more than 800 people, and the number still occupies an absolute advantage.

"Get close!"

If the front is too long, the disadvantage of the number of people will become more obvious. The remaining 1400 people quickly drew close under the command of the virtual world warrior.

"Back!"

The crowd began to retreat slowly. Baiyuezong was powerful and unrelenting, and held on tightly. In the first war, we wanted to wipe out all the 2000 people.

The crowd retreated past the initial assembly site, and the baiyuezong army continued to follow. More than 1000 people passed through the initial assembly site of the cloud family.

Suddenly a loud drink sounded, "start!"

Shua!

The earthy yellow light appeared again, cutting the remaining 4000 people of baiyuezong into two sections. For a time, the crowd was in a panic. More than 1000 people trapped in the array turned around and smashed into the array,

"Kill at full speed!"

Seeing the other party in a mess, the cloud family immediately became more confident and frantically killed more than 1000 people.

The array faltered under the constant bombardment of the crowd. More than 1000 people trapped in the array decreased rapidly, and only 500 people were left in the blink of an eye.

"Fight with them!"

They knew they would die, but aroused their ferocity and turned around madly to kill them.

For a moment, there were killing noises, broken limbs and arms flying, blood shooting everywhere, and the foot of Ziyun peak suddenly fell into hell on earth.

The crowd in the distance was stunned and split. Few martial artists present had participated in this kind of war. They were afraid to see human lives fall one after another like grass mustard.

Kill!

Nanmen Maple has long been soaked with blood. There are others and their own. Dance Xuanyuan sword and continue to kill without fatigue.

However, in the time of burning incense, all the remaining 500 people died in the war.

The array has not been broken yet. More than 3000 people outside the array watched their companions being slaughtered and felt inexplicably sad. Maybe this is their end.

"Back!"

Timidity has been born. The person under the command of baiyuezong saw that things could not be done, and gave the order to retreat. The crowd began to recede like a tide.

"Fight, kill!"

Seeing this, the commander of the cloud family shouted and ordered the pursuit.

The victory or defeat of the first World War is related to everyone's morale. The cloud family's oligopoly is to strengthen everyone's determination to fight. More than 1000 people are chasing more than 3000 people at large.

The army was defeated like a mountain. Although the baiyuezong side still had the advantage in number, it had no intention of World War I. everyone was only running for their lives, and no one turned back to resist.

In an instant, after leaving more than 500 people's lives again, the martial artists in the virtual environment of the cloud family ordered to retreat.

In just one hour, baiyuezong lost more than 2500 people and the cloud family lost more than 800 people. At the foot of ziyunfeng mountain, the blood dyed the earth red, and the body lay on the ground.

Nanmen Feng looked coldly at what was happening in front of him, without any excitement after victory.

Cheers are ringing in my ears. Those who survive are encouraging themselves.

The terrain at the foot of the mountain is not wide enough. There are too many people, but it seems crowded. Although baiyuezong sent 5000 people in the first war, many did not have a chance to fight at all.

Two thousand to five thousand, killing half of each other, can be said to be a big victory. But the more than 800 people who fell could no longer get up, nor could they hear the cheers of the crowd.

"Did they hear that?"

Nanmen Maple turned and looked at the top of the mountain hidden behind the purple clouds. Maybe they were standing there now and looked coldly at what was happening in front of them.

"The first wave retreats and rests, and the second wave moves forward."

Another 2000 people were pushed to the battlefield. How many of them will survive?

There are seven wounds, big and small, with immortal golden body formula to protect the body. They are all skin injuries, which are not serious. Only when he was hit by the five layer warrior in the real world, he was seriously hurt. Just now he was holding on at one breath, and now he felt the piercing pain.

The nearby crowd looked at Nanmen Maple with wonder and awe. The strength of Nanmen Feng just now was seen by the public. They couldn't understand that a person on the fourth floor of the spirit realm could kill all sides among a group of true realm warriors.