Legend of the Great Saint

Fire in the sky, flames rolling, military gods dignified.

Such a massive military mobilization would never have been possible to hide from the Demon Emperors, and a large army of demons had long awaited it.

The iron ride rolled and the earthquake shook, shocking even the craziest demons.

With a buzz, tens of millions of bowstring crossbows rang together. The sky was a bright one, and a cloud of fire rose. It was a series of rockets that fell directly into the formation of the Demon People's Army, and countless demons screamed down.

The Iron Ride was then killed, and the fierce Fire God took the lead, waving a long spear of fire, gently sweeping away, thousands of demons turned into flying ashes, and even the demon emperor with the army was burned.

The fax disciples suddenly raised a glimmer of hope in their hearts, and if the two great army gods joined forces against the “Qiu”, there might still be the power of the First World War.

However, Li Yaoqiao had no intention of coming here at all. One hundred thousand iron rides rolled forward, breaking through the Demon People's Camp, and the fierce firearms God went straight to the "Twelve Dollars of Heavenly Demons".

The dark nod in Li Qingshan's heart is the best option and the only option.

The military gods cannot be too far from the army formation, the two places are dozens of miles apart, and the terrain is uneven. It looks like the fierce firearms gods arrived. However, the ordinary sergeant wears armor and there are heavy demonic blockades. How can they rush over for a moment?

And even though the two armies are joined together, I'm afraid they are not rivals of the "Xiao", only the "Twelve Du Tian Sha Da Da Da Da Hui” can be broken.

That's the biggest utility of Lee Ye Ho's "Wonder Soldier”.

The slaughterhouse laughed, “Is that it? ”

“Zhu Zhu" suddenly crushed the head of the Xuan Wu Army God, a group of broken military air spilled out of the finger seams.

The chest of the Xuanwu Army god was muffled, such as in the roar, even though he lost his head, he took a step forward, inserted the giant blade to the bottom, turned the knife handle hard, and stirred the "chubby” belly into a chaotic military force.

It was dark and dark, as if to return to the battlefield of brutality, the bloody battle of the demons.

Dai Mengfan ordered the fax disciples to continue their attacks, but saw that they were all busy carrying out protective magic. Only a few obeyed her orders and continued to attack "Ying", but they did not pose any threat.

In “The Great Array of the Twelve Devils of Heaven", Yingzhe smiled slightly: “After all, human monks are cowards, not even human beings. ”

A demon emperor's heart palpitated: “If they were all as desperate as these mortals, this war would be troublesome! ”

The Xuan Wu Regiment is still silently marching forward and the iron and steel floods are unimpeded, be they demonic or military formations, or fear and death.

And the fire from afar was approaching, and the fierce fierce firearm god looked at it as if it was already in sight.

Murder, anger, determination, war, anger, madness!

A wave of waves swept and rushed to the sky, hiding a bloodbath in the sky.

Ying-chul ordered, "Tu Wan, don't waste your time. End the battle! ”

“Shut up! ”

“Shut up," he said. "I don't need your command! ”

Ying-chul closed his eyes: “If you lose this battle, you know what will happen to you.” Harsh in my heart: “Fox fake tiger's dog thing, you'll look good in a minute! ”

“Zhu" turned around and looked at the headless Xuanwu Army God. His eyes rolled through his neck, staring at Li Qingshan: “Die! ”

He would not be foolish enough to treat the Xuan Wushu God with military power, which is quite a gift of strength. He held onto the black palm and poured all his strength into it, soaring a wave of black, punching through the chest of the Xuan Wushu God.

The golden armor was instantly broken. Li Qingshan, who was among them, suddenly saw a great deal of darkness coming towards him, as if the shadow of death were covering him.

Too soon!

Even if they knew how to attack, they didn't have time to react, let alone dodge the punch. Even ideas have lagged behind in the spirit of terror.

Absolute power, absolute speed, absolute spirit, all in one, even a normal blow can destroy the emperor without any extra skill.

Li Qingshan only motivated the rolling military, slightly hindered this punch, applied the gift of "Bull Demon Skin Refining”, skin turns blue.

The next moment, he was in a lot of pain, and his bones exploded, like he was hit by a mountain.

Bang, Li Qingshan flew out of Xuanwu Army's vest and flew far to Black Cloud City.

Boom! Boom! It ran through three towers and hit a school campus. The whole school site suddenly collapsed and broke a large hole, leading straight to the mountain belly cave. Li Qingshan's figure disappeared into the cave, life and death were unknown.

The tower poured.

“Aoyama!” Nguyen Yao Bamboo shouted, but she didn't dare to check it out. She could see how ”wood“ could be. If she retreated now, it would cause an "avalanche”.

The vast Xuanwu Army god, after being crushed to the head, was punched through the chest, and shot off Li Qingshan among them. The military power quickly broke down, and there was no more fighting power. The true disciples had to face the horror “Xuan” “alone.

Daimonfan bites painfully close his teeth, and I fear this battle will be defeated. I don't know how many facsimile disciples can escape, but millions of soldiers, both Fire and Xuanmu regiments are buried here.

“This is what happens when you fight the demon gods! ”

The Holocaust laughed loudly, and the blood basin opened its mouth and a stiff laugh followed. He was very confident in the power of that punch, and even the Sun God was probably killed, there was no possibility of it.

The rest of the so-called Xuan Wu Legion, he can step down and kill thousands, and he can also kill tens of thousands more.

However, these ants are not worth a single kill. They were encouraged to deceive before they dared to move forward. Now that the commander is dead, they will soon collapse and can be left to the ordinary demon massacre.

Then “Zhu" turned his eyes to the fax disciples as if looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

Li Yaoqiao saw Xuanwu Army god broken, his heart was full of Rin. At this moment, however, the Twelve Demons are a short distance away, and by the time he rushes to the battle, I'm afraid all the facsimile disciples will have been killed.

So he couldn't help himself, and the fierce firearms suddenly strangled the horses, and the flames of the red beard flew, and the front hooves rose high. Grasp the long spear of fire, lift it up backwards and high, pour all your strength into it, the flames around you retreat, only the long spear in your hand shines brightly and brightly, and the heavens and the earth are one dark.

Struggled to throw the "Twelve Tories of Heavenly Demons" and a red light went through the sky.

The target is Ying-chul!

Eleven Demon Emperors, four of whom can be targeted, make no difference. This is an absolute power gap, and no one can resist this spear even by pulling out the Demon Emperor of the whole magic. But he sees Ying-chul's contention with the city of Massachusetts. The Satanic hatred and vengeance is so great that it may add a slight chance of a hit.

If you kill even one demon emperor, the "Twelve Magic Arrays” will be broken, and the "Qi” will cease to exist, and the demons will lose the object of their faith, and the military will not be able to condense.

Eleven demon emperors left to be slaughtered by the fierce firearms gods!

Young-chul's pupils contracted sharply and the red light sting his eyes. The full power of the Twelve Demons and Shadows is used to support the arrival of the Shadow, and there is no defense at this time.

And on his own, even if he had already discovered the action of the fierce firearms god, he could not escape, but could only wait to die.

The horrors of war are the same for both sides.