Peerless crazy soldier

Boom!

The six hundred thousand army is divided into three parts: Wang shengxia, dangjianxian and beibing Zhizun. They construct a space channel to transmit the army directly to the corresponding battlefield continent.

This is a indiscriminate killing, on the earth side, no one is kind!

After all, the spirit world didn't soften its hand when it killed the earth people.

"Go to war!"

Wang shengxia is the commander-in-chief of the whole army on one side of the earth. With a command, his voice is vast and powerful. A huge space force will cover 600000 troops!

Dangjianxian and beibing are supreme. They stand around him as deputy generals.

Two people, also at the same time, space transmission, the completion of the structure, the divine light came down, reflecting everyone, and then, the three supreme efforts, the space channel, like an endless attraction, turned everyone into a streamer and absorbed them all.

600000 troops, all gone.

In the sky of the East King City, five supreme people stand in the void. At this time, only the backup personnel like the medicine hall are left in the East King City. This is the real pouring out of the nest. Whether it is the demon world or the earth, they all gamble on this time.

Wang shengxia's whole body is surrounded by a terrible wave of supremacy. The other four supremacy also look dignified. In this battle, maybe they will win but not lose!

Otherwise, their earth will be trampled by the spirit world. Under the iron hoof of the spirit world, how can those ordinary people on the earth stop it!

"Let's go."

Wang shengxia's body was covered with white light, and then a set of exquisite blue armor appeared on his body. The red inside and the black outside Cape moved with the wind.

His temperament, as if at this moment, has changed dramatically.

Cold and cruel.

The four supremacies, each of them changing clothes instantly, are all armored.

Supreme, March!

...

Demon world.

Emperor Li watched from a distance. Emperor Xu and Emperor Fang exerted the power of space to send the demon army to the battlefield.

Beside him, the emperor of candle sighed in his eyes: "I can't imagine that we can have this chance to cross hundreds of thousands of years and participate in the war of later generations. It's really a pity."

Emperor from the air calm, light way: "it's really a wonderful fate, but, think about it carefully, maybe from the day we were sealed, it's all doomed."

"In other words, from the moment we were born, the gear of fate has been rotating in accordance with a fixed track, and it is only at this moment that it butts up."

The emperor was eager to try and said, "my blood is boiling again."

"This is the best time." Emperor from indifferently looking at was sent away army.

Because this era is really weak.

If you are supreme, you will be the strongest in the world.

"But it's also the worst of times."

Because the supreme can decide the victory or defeat of the war!

Boom!

Demon world army, teleport.

"Let's go."

Dixu looked back and saw the direction of DILI.

Dong!

Space broken, two demon Zun, Wu broken void, straight to the spirit world!

...

In Europe, countless warriors from Europe prayed and prayed in the church. They all knew that today would be the beginning of the war.

Many heads of state even stopped their business and stood at the window, looking at the distance, life and death, success or failure, and looking at the past few days.

North Ice King City, lighting the ice lamp.

Sent the best wishes, hope, supreme with the news of victory, triumphant return.

Tsarist Russia.

The King City of jidawang is very quiet. The only warriors are praying from the heart. They are praying for the blessing of the God of victory and looking forward to the goddess of luck to protect them.

Lao MI.

Even if they are arrogant, they know the importance of this day and the war and can't afford to lose!

They are also in the most selfless mood, hoping that the army can win victory.

All sides of the mainland, those who know about it, are quietly contributing to their "faith".

Hot summer, center!

With a pot of old wine, Mr. Zhou came to the courtyard where no room was opened for outsiders.

"Qingsheng." Mr. Zhou called out to the closed gate of the courtyard.

Bang Dang!

The gate opened automatically. Inside, the voice of the old man came out.

Wang shengxia's master, Li Yefeng, met not long ago. He is a saint.

The warriors know that there are still saints left on the earth.

However, I don't know the name of this saint. Only a few people know that this saint was once a subordinate of the song of Chu and also a brother of life and death of the song of Chu.

They met in the desert.

The two fought a bloody battle in Central Asia.

"They've gone. I've come to you for a drink." Zhou Laodao.

"People have gone, why worry."

"When you win, you will come back."

Qingsheng's voice, leisurely sounded, like a three-dimensional ring sound, can be heard in all directions.

"Still worried." Mr. Zhou shook his head with a bitter smile. He had been at the top of his life and dealt with countless difficult things, but none of them could make him feel like he is now.

Nervousness, worry, fear, hope.

With his experience and his position, we should not have such a complicated mood.

But, can't stop!

After all, it's about the survival of billions!

"Come on."

After hearing this, Mr. Zhou went in. In the room, Qingsheng's face was calm and old, revealing the twilight, as if he might die at any time.

Zhou put the wine on the table, two porcelain bowls, and flew to the table by himself.

Mr. Zhou was dumb and immediately filled the wine himself. In the whole world, who else can let Mr. Zhou pour the wine himself?

"You say, will they win?" Zhou picked up the bowl and drank it.

"War, no winner." Qingsheng light way.

It is true that there has never been a winner in a war.

Only the survivors and the destroyers.

At this time, a sword light, from outside the sky, an old figure, fell on the courtyard, green Saint brow slightly wrinkled, a terrible power, swept out.

It's Li Tiannan.

However, Qingsheng doesn't seem to be very popular.

"Go away."

Qingsheng's eyes suddenly cold, even a little red, as if Li Tiannan is his enemy!

After landing, Li Tiannan walked into the room with his sword and sat down at the table.

"The war should be coming to an end soon. If I win, I'll have nothing to worry about. Just kill me to vent my anger."

"If I lose, I will die without you."

"I'm dead. Why don't I have a last drink with you?"

"You deserve it, too."

The green sage's breath is hunting, and the vigorous wind is sweeping. The sword Gang condenses on Li Tiannan's head. In a moment, Li Tiannan can be torn to pieces.

Li Tiannan didn't seem to feel the power of the sword on his head. He took a bowl, filled it with wine, raised his hand and said, "unfilial son-in-law Li Tiannan, to his father-in-law!"

Mr. Zhou was silent. He was not qualified to intervene in other people's family affairs.

Li Tiannan drank it all and then filled it up again.

"Here's to Xiao rou."

His wife, Li Yefeng's father and Qingsheng's daughter, Xu Xirou.

It's full again.

"Here's to xiaorou's son and your grandson Li Yefeng