Ji Xiaofeng, the king of Dajiang Pingnan, was like a silver streamer piercing the sky, taking the lead to kill Qin Antai with a knife.

In just two breaths, Ji Xiaofeng and Qin Antai jumped thousands of meters and met above the battlefield.

Ji Xiaofeng's eyes were cold, and the big knife surrounded by icy mist in his hand was slashed out, blooming with extreme sharpness. The terrifying light of the knife filled the sky, and the terrible cold swept across all directions, seeming to freeze the world. In the slight clicking sound, with him as the center,

Snowflakes and ice crystals condensed within a radius of one kilometer. Each snowflake and ice crystal was harder than steel and sharper than a knife. The scene of his slashing sword was reflected in those snowflakes and ice crystals, which was extremely horrifying.

In the area where he was, the entire world turned into a cold, dead world, enveloped by the terrifying sword intent.

It seemed that all the water vapor between the sky and the earth was condensed into snowflakes and frost, and the sky and the earth became extremely dry. Especially the affected troops below were instantly frozen into ice sculptures and shattered into powder.

There is no doubt that Ji Xiaofeng is powerful, and his strength is terrifying. His martial arts will affects an area, allowing that area to operate according to his will.

He is a member of the Dajiang royal family, and the skills he practices are among the best in the world, and the weapons he holds are also divine weapons. His strength is even higher than that of Jia Pingnan who was killed outside Nanyang City!

Facing Ji Xiaofeng, who seemed to be coming with an icy world, Qin Antai felt solemn, but did not show any fear.

Before the long knife in Ji Xiaofeng's hand came close, a terrifying chill filled the air. Frost quickly condensed all over Qin Antai's body. The chill not only acted on his body, but also on his mind. He felt as if his thinking and consciousness were frozen, and his reactions were all...

Much slower.

"kill!"

Qin Antai stared slightly, his whole body full of vitality, and the clear clouds behind him. The sinking moon shook slightly, and a circle of terrifying ripples visible to the naked eye swept away, as if the world was shattered. The frost on his body dissipated, and even the snowflakes around Ji Xiaofeng

The ice crystals were shattered and disappeared without a trace.

At their level, a fight is not only a competition of martial arts skills, but also a confrontation of martial arts will, which has even reached a level that many ordinary people cannot understand.

After getting rid of his own discomfort, Qin Antai's sword suddenly became sharper than the scorching sun at noon. He slashed out with one strike and joined the long sword in Ji Xiaofeng's hand.

Ding~!

The two knives met, and the sound of slight collision filled the surrounding area. With the two people as the center, a circle of circular ripples spread out. The void seemed to be distorted wherever it passed. Any area affected by the true meaning was instantly crushed into pieces.

Blood mist!

The two of them fought for a while, and their faces turned pale. No one took advantage, but they did not separate because of this. They fought in the air, and the weapons in their hands danced with afterimages all over the sky. The sound of tinkling tinkled together, and they fought in one breath.

Thousands of times, every confrontation would have a terrifying aftermath, and no one within a kilometer range could get close.

They were only in the true artistic conception. Even the mythical realm could not fly freely in the sky, let alone them. In the volley fight, their strength in staying in the air was exhausted, and they fell to the ground after struggling.

The ground was full of the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms, so the soldiers on the ground suffered. When they fought, no one within a thousand meters was spared from being affected, causing countless casualties.

Those who died were all his own, Ji Xiaofeng gritted his teeth secretly, but at the critical moment of the battle, he couldn't care so much.

They fought fiercely, and there was no way someone below the true artistic conception could intervene.

It was not that Li Xiaocang and Yuan Poyue, who originally came with Ji Xiaofeng, did not want to join forces to kill Qin Antai in one fell swoop, but they were stopped by two strong men from the late stage of Da Li Zhen Reality who rushed out after Qin Antai.

The person who stopped Yuan Poyue was Li Mingyang, the mountain chief of Dali Zhengming Academy. He was dressed in cloth and holding a simple long sword. With one swing of his sword, he unleashed millions of golden sword lights, each sword light was like a god.

Made of gold, the golden sword light was as mighty as a long river, sweeping towards Yuan Poyue like a rushing river.

Li Mingyang's movements are elegant, and his movements show the elegance of a scholar.

As his opponent, Yuan Poyue was much more ferocious, like a ferocious beast.

Yuan Poyue was holding a long black stick, his energy was surging all over his body, and his body seemed to be burning with black flames. He stood in the air and struck Li Mingyang with a stick.

Before he started, the roar of beasts behind him resounded throughout the countryside. A dark ape silhouette tens of feet tall looked up to the sky and roared. As he struck down with his stick, a terrifying dark stick image of a thousand meters in size filled the sky.

The pillars were crushed down like they were toppling over.

Puff puff……

Under that stick, ripples were created in the air that were visible to the naked eye. The long river of golden sword light wielded by Li Mingyang was shattered and turned into sharp fragments that swept in all directions, leaving shocking traces on the earth.

Although he was shocked by the power of Yuan Poyue of the Sanluo Dynasty, Li Mingyang still had a calm expression on his face, and his figure retreated as if it was weightless. He drew his long sword and drew a semicircle. In an instant, with him as the center,

The kilometer-long area between heaven and earth fell silent, without any sound, and then the sound of swords sounded in the silent sky and earth.

laugh……

A terrifying crack opened in the earth, and a golden sword light broke through the earth and soared into the sky, heading straight for Yuan Poyue. The golden sword light shone brightly, as if it was about to cut through the sky.

Yuan Poyue narrowed his eyes and let out a ferocious laugh. He turned the long stick in his hand and thrust it straight into the ground. Following his movements, a stick shadow towering from top to bottom hit the golden sword light rushing out from the ground.

Boom~!

The void twisted, the earth trembled, the sword light shattered, the stick shadow broke, and the aftermath swept around, and neither of them took advantage.

Li Mingyang walked casually, took one step, and appeared behind Yuan Poyue in an instant as if he had crossed the distance in space. He cut his head across with a sword, and Yuan Poyue turned around and hit him with a stick...

On the other side, Li Xiaocang also started fighting with the mountain chief of Dali Nanshan Academy.

Li Xiaocang is holding a blood-colored spear, and there is blood-colored energy rising from his body. His whole person feels extremely evil. His spear dances and fills the surrounding world with blood, making people sick and dizzy just by looking at him. He has evil ways of affecting people's minds.

He stabbed with his spear, and streaks of blood-colored rainbows circled a kilometer-long area and condensed on the tip of the spear, as if every move was moving long rivers of blood.

The headmaster of Dali Nanshan Academy is an old man with gray hair. Facing the evil-minded Li Xiaocang, he is neither sad nor happy. He has no weapons in his hands and stretches out his old fingers and taps forward gently. The world seems to be peaceful.

As he threw a stone into the water with one finger, there was a slight sound of waves, and water ripples visible to the naked eye radiated away, blocking Li Xiaocang's attack.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed down with a gentle hand, and the heaven and earth shook. The shadow of a towering green mountain appeared, and with the terrifying aura of the sky falling, it suppressed Li Xiaocang.

"kill!"

Li Xiaocang smiled ferociously, spears danced, and long rivers of blood surged upwards against the sky with an evil aura, sweeping away the green mountains and destroying them...

They are all strong men in the late stage of True Illusion. Before the myth came out, they could be said to be standing at the pinnacle of the world. When they fought, it could be said that the world was destroyed, the earth was maimed, and the void was distorted. Most people could not even think of getting close.

Participate in the battle.

At their level, without fighting to the death, without external factors, it would be difficult to determine the winner and decide life and death in a short time. After all, everyone has lived long enough, experienced endless dangers, and has endless ways to deal with crises.

But this is a battlefield, not a competition between them. They are all aiming to kill each other. Every move, every move, is full of danger and terror. If you don't pay attention, your life or death will be eliminated.

Except for the six of them, with Luo Xing City as the center, there are dozens of places in the four directions where strong men from both sides of the True Illusion are fighting. Every place where they fight is extremely dangerous. The light of swords is everywhere, and the sky and the earth are full of danger.

It's like being beaten to pieces.

In front of a strong person in the True Intention Realm, he is not in that realm and is as fragile as an ant.

If they attack ordinary soldiers, it will be a one-sided massacre.

There are many masters of true artistic conception in the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces, but Dali has also made sufficient preparations, dispatched one after another, and tried every means to stop the enemy's strong men outside the city.

But this is, after all, a battle involving millions of people. Millions of people are scattered in all directions like a vast ocean filling the earth. The battle between the powerful ones in the true artistic conception is only a few dozen eye-catching waves on the entire battlefield.

Two and a half million troops from the Three Kingdoms Alliance rushed towards Falling Star City from all directions, intending to use their numerical superiority to crush the Dali army here.

But there is Dali's Thunder Fire Army on Luo Xing City. Under the overwhelming bombs, it is useless no matter how many enemy troops there are. They will be wiped out if they die. There is no way to win Luo Xing City with their numerical advantage.

Not long after the battle began, it entered a feverish state. Thousands of people died on the battlefield at every moment. The snow-covered ice field was gradually dyed red with blood and gradually covered with broken corpses.

Compared to the hundreds of thousands of casualties suffered by the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces, the casualties of soldiers on the Dali side were not many. Even if there were occasional enemy masters who came close to charge, they were only a few after all. There were also masters on the Dali side to deal with it, so they could not afford to overturn it.

What a big wave.

The Dali side has an absolute advantage, but casualties still occur all the time. However, as long as the city is defended and the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms are stopped outside the city, the final victory will belong to the Dali side.

No matter how many people are on the opposite side, as long as there is no true artistic conception to attack Wushuang, how long can ordinary soldiers withstand the baptism of bombs?

The scope of this war involving millions of people is too large. Even if the radius of Yunjing's telekinesis coverage reaches ten kilometers, it cannot completely cover the entire battlefield. He can only try to take into account the battle situations within his telekinesis coverage.

Just like the war outside Nanyang City, within the scope of Yunjing's telepathy, he controlled the enemy's weapons and even everything that could be used, silently causing huge casualties to the enemy. However, the casualties he caused had an impact on the entire

On the battlefield, it is still insignificant, not even as good as a dozen or twenty catapults. After all, each catapult can kill hundreds or even thousands of enemy troops with every mine it throws.

Poof..., the spear in his hand penetrated a late-stage acquired master who rushed up the city wall, raised his hand to lift his body away, and condensed a fireball in the air to kill an enemy early-stage innate master hundreds of meters away.

Yunjing, who was always paying attention to the fight between Qin Antai and the others, felt something in his heart, and he seized the opportunity.

In the distance, thousands of meters away, Li Mingyang and Yuan Poyue fought hard, and both sides flew back. Both of their faces were a little pale, and blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.

Although he was slightly injured, Yuan Poyue looked ferocious and became more and more crazy as he fought. On the contrary, Li Mingyang still maintained his calm demeanor.

"Li Mingyang, the headmaster of Zhengming Academy in Dali, I know you are indeed powerful. The headmaster of Zhengming Academy, one of the four great palaces in Dali, is truly worthy of his name and is qualified to lead scholars. Unfortunately, you are old and I am in my prime.

How long can you fight with me? You must be reluctant to leave the soldiers of Dali to escape, but if you keep fighting like this, you will die, and I will be seriously injured at most...I...I'm crazy..."

Yuan Poyue, who had distanced himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and started talking to Li Mingyang. It was not that he didn't understand the principle of talking too much, but that both parties were equally divided. Others did not have to worry about it. He said something and used his words to influence Li Mingyang's will.

Very normal.

Most people have no way to deal with him, even getting up close is difficult, but there is another Yunjing who is always watching covetously in the dark.

So, when he started talking, he gathered all his energy and secretly adjusted his breathing to recover from his injuries, Yun Jing used his telekinesis to silently give him a hard blow.

The long stick in Yuan Poyue's hand was made of special materials and weighed dozens of kilograms. Yun Jing controlled it with his mind and suddenly smashed it between his legs!

Yunjing's mental power can exert tens of thousands of kilograms of power. If the stick goes down...

There was a muffled popping sound. It was not loud and could not be heard from a hundred or ten meters away. It seemed to be the sound of breaking eggs.

At that moment, Yuan Poyue's eyes almost bulged out. He couldn't hold the long stick in his hand and fell to the ground. He instantly bent down to cover his lower body with both hands.

It's true that he is in the late stage of Zhenyijing. His body is extremely strong and he is wearing armor, but his long stick is even tougher. With tens of thousands of kilograms of force, it is inevitable that the egg will break if he is not expected. Even though he is so powerful.

The strength, at the moment when the egg was broken, still lost combat effectiveness for a short time.

'The late stage of Zhenyijing is indeed terrifying. A stick with tens of thousands of kilograms of force can break two eggs. If it were a congenital master, even in the late stage of congenital state, such an unexpected stick would definitely break the bones and tendons.
To be continued...