Martial Peak

But the consternation was only for a moment, and soon the master of the Zangyu domain gritted his teeth, and this month of kung fu starting from Dayanguan, he had suffered a lot from the human race. Come, wait for them to rectify, the human race suddenly retreated.

Every time the Mo nationality suffered a loss, but nowhere to vent.

This time there were no traps, the human race actually rushed out, not so much that they fell into the encirclement of the human race, it is better to say that the Mo clan broke through the whereabouts of the human race.

After all, who can surround more than 20,000 human races?

Today, the human race is asked to pay for all the previous ones.

Zhang Chung roared: "Defend the enemy!"

The voice on his side fell into place, and a fierce gas machine had locked him far away, and the gas machine was full of murderous opportunities, which surprised the cricket.

Speaking of the fact that the two clan armies have been fighting for more than 100 years, the domain masters and the clan of the human race have had many fights, and they have some understanding of each other.

Now locked in his Qi machine, Zang Chung feels very familiar, if expected, it should be an extremely powerful eight-ranked Kaitian in the human race.

The other party seemed to realize that he was the leader of the Mo clan army, so he aimed at it as soon as he came up.

Zhang Chung had dealt with him, and the singles were a bit inferior, so he noticed that this Qi machine locked himself, and Zeng Chong took a physique and withdrew to the rear.

At the same time, the forces of the Mo clan around them swarmed up and stopped in front.

Zhang Chong will not be stupid enough to put it right against this human race, the biggest advantage of the Mo clan now is the quantitative advantage, how can it not use this to defend the enemy?

Relying on the restraint of the army beside him, even if there is no way to block it, it can weaken his strength, and then Zeng Chong has his own way to deal with this strong enemy.

Looking up, I saw the red-haired human race man, and he rushed towards this side. The power of heaven and earth was urged to the extreme. The body was like fire, burning, and even the surrounding space was twisted and broken.

Not only this figure, there are a lot of eight-pinned figures from the human race, all of them are fierce and awe-inspiring, showing a determination and courage to move forward.

Zeng Chong beat the drum straight, unable to understand what is happening to the Terran this time.

One of the figures was covered with golden blood mist all over his body, which was a manifestation of urging his own power of qi and blood to the extreme.

A figure wrapped in the sword light, like a panic.

A figure walked in the void, stepped out, and reached the army of the Mo clan.

Another figure came with a smile, squeezing the orchid flower print in hand, petals flying around the body.

...

There was almost no delay. At the moment when the Terran Army launched the offensive, this figure, which was filled with the weather of the Eighth Rankine, was killed in the Mo camp.

Wherever these figures passed, the army of the Mo clan turned their horses upside down, and the Mo clan had thousands of troops, and it was difficult to stop the pace of the killing of these figures.

Thousands of Mo clan who defended in front of Zang Chong were a great force. Among them, there are more than forty Mo clan at the lord level. Can block for a moment.

However, this time when the red-haired, blazing human race men were killed, these thousands of Mo people could not even stop his offensive.

The red-haired man did n’t even take the attack. The flames that burned all over the body caused serious deaths and injuries to the Mo clan, and the flame did not know any mystery. Howling.

The red-haired man ran straight into the notch in front of Zong Chung, ignoring the mysterious attack that the Quartet had struck at him.

"Are you crazy?" Zhang Chou shouted in horror.

Without him, he finally understood what was wrong, and the red-haired man burned his own blood!

This is a unique method of the human race strong. He once heard the Motu talk about this matter. The blood of the human race strong is extremely precious. The essence power accumulated by the long years of practice, if not forced, there is no one The warrior will use the burning blood to do so only at the critical moment of life and death.

Because burning one's own blood can certainly increase the strength in a short period of time, but the aftereffects are also terrifying. At least one weakness can't run away, and the severe ones may be damaged and repaired.

But now, just before his eyes, the two militaries only fought, and a powerful human race, the Eighth Grade, was actually burned with blood and blood, and this is not crazy. What is it?

It's just now the war!There has never been a crisis on the front line of life and death, and there is no inevitable benefit.

Zhang Cong couldn't understand why this human race Bapin did this.

Although he didn't understand it, he knew that he was going to be unlucky!

Fighting alone is not an opponent. The opponent has burned his blood and his strength has surged. How can he stop it?If this were not the case, the thousands of Mo people who were armed in the front would not be broken by him without any merit.

The words on the side of Zhang Cang fell, Ouyang Lie had already grabbed his hand in the void, and a delicate sword appeared on his hand.

It's hard to imagine that a man as rude as he used a secret sword like this.

But in fact, this is the case. This long sword is a secret treasure of his own life. The wild man in the hand, holding such a delicate sword, always gives people a sense of incongruity.

He has not used this sword for many years.

The sacrifice today is the time for a desperate battle!

Ouyang Lie, with and without swords, is two people.

With the long sword in hand, Ouyang Lie's breath suddenly changed and became extremely sharp. The whole person seemed to turn into a long sword that was about to be sheathed.

The flame that had been burning all over the body quickly spread to the straight sword body, and the long sword also turned into a fire sword.

In the next moment, Jian Qi was wanton, and when he was facing the sting, the sword took his life, and he did not keep his hands.

Zeng Chung's death spirits are all in danger. He can feel the killing spirit of this human race's Eighth Grade. Since he first appeared, he has burned his blood. Now he has no intention of defensive, obviously he wants to work hard with himself.

What happened here?

How terrible a desperate human race, Eight Grades, was not clear before Zeng Chong, but now I understand.

Even though he went all out, he was not an opponent at all, and he fell completely into the disadvantage in just a few breaths. In the face of the opponent's attack, he was defensively and embarrassed, and he could only continue to attract this human race's eighth grade Fleeing to the army of the Mo nationality, hoping to use the hands of the army to restore the decline.

Ouyang Lie followed closely, the sword light flickered indefinitely, the beaten clams were all covered with blood and blood, and he was also shocked by the attacks from all sides, and his clothes were red with blood.

Just then, there was another Ling Yi Jianyi pervading somewhere on the battlefield. The sword's strength was almost beyond imagination.

Along with the spread of sword intention, it seemed that a sword light flashed out.

Immediately afterwards, a low whisper sounded in everyone's ear: "Butterfly change!"

The breath of the domain master suddenly disappeared!

The Chinese army drove the ink ship, Mi Jinglun stood on the deck, looking at the place where the sword light broke out. The momentary shock was the strongest sword he has seen in his life. This sword has almost surpassed the eighth grade. Category, vaguely touched the threshold of nine grades.

This is a sword that has been cultivated by a human race Bapin Kaitian for five thousand years. When the sword came out, the non-nine rank could not be stopped!

What a brilliant light!

Mi Jinglun bowed down and punched deeply!

When the sensational sword erupted, the breath of a domain master was annihilated, followed by the annihilation of a large amount of life of the Mo clan, and a moment later, the movement of the eight-pinned Kaitian falling came out.

Zou Chung's face, which was being bombarded by Ouyang, was pale immediately, and the domain master's strength that fell just before him was not inferior to him, even because of his special constitution, it was slightly stronger.

However, how long has it been since the human race Bapin launched an offensive?Terrific effort, actually died?

This is probably due to the fact that in the confrontation with the strong human races in history, he died in the Kuai Mo domain master.

That Jinghong sword could kill the domain master, if it was used to deal with himself ... Zang Chung did not dare to think anymore, and suddenly found that the offensive of the red-haired human race was not so violent.

That sword light seemed to be an introduction.

Since that sword light, there have been a series of unexpected reactions all over the battlefield, one after another mysterious, powerful mystery burst out.

These mysterious and powerful secret techniques, Mo said that the Mo clan had not seen it before, but the human clan had never seen it before.

These are all desperate secret techniques that will not easily show people.

The field of vision on the drove ship is excellent, so Mi Jinglun sees the bloom of these mysteries clearly throughout the battlefield.

He saw somewhere somewhere on the battlefield, a huge bloody flower suddenly blooming, enveloping the vast void, the bloody flower, with a breath that made him very familiar, it was all the essence and blood of an eight-grade open sky.

When the petals of the blood-colored flowers quickly closed, not only did they wrap thousands of Mo people there, even one of the domain masters could not escape.

After half a cup of tea, when the blood-colored flowers opened again, no breath of life remained. Among the stamens, there were broken pieces of meat.

He saw somewhere on the battlefield, that Mingwangtian's Eight-Rank Kaitian sacrificed his magical powers and transformed into a giant. His blood power was surging, and he was rushing into battle alone. The Mo tribe was unstoppable.

He saw Brother Cheng lay down his own little Qiankun, wrapped thousands of Mo clan in it, and the heaven and earth were vigorously stirred up, fighting alone with a domain master and an eight-grade Mo Tu.

He saw that Ouyang Lie was alone in the siege of the Mo clan army, but the Mozu domain master who was killed by a flaming sword was defeated.

He saw more than 20,000 soldiers of the North and South Army fighting against the Mexican army with bloody battleship.

A powerful and intimidating atmosphere, withering away from place to place on the battlefield, blooming the last glory of life.

That glory is so dazzling that it is worth remembering for life.