Blood dripped to the ground, and the shadow of death lingered over the valley.

Deng Chengbiao was restless and shouted: "Form up a formation!"

"Yes!" The well-trained men immediately formed a team and formed a rectangular formation side by side. The swords and guns in their hands were all pointing to the sky, like a steel jungle. There were also dozens of archers and crossbowmen standing in the military formation.

Behind them, arrows were drawn to the strings, ready to shoot at any time. They had all been wallowing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with no regard for life and death, and there was no trace of fear in their expressions.

This formation is as solid as a rock. If it doesn't move, it will crush the enemy into mud.

Suddenly, a stone the size of a millstone was thrown from the forest, like a meteor falling to the ground. It rubbed against the air at high speed and set off strong winds, causing the fire in the valley to sway endlessly.

Iwa Ying snorted coldly, spread his feet into a lunge, swung his arms, and the magic spear spun out from the waist, and hit the flying stone like lightning.

The next moment, the tip of the spear pierced the surface of the flying stone, and the spiral energy exploded instantly. But there was a loud bang, and countless gravel shot up like a heavy rain, hitting the cliff wall.

"It's nothing more than a small trick!" As the sneers rang out, figures flashed at the outermost edge illuminated by the fire. Pang Song, who was filled with evil spirits, led five or six people in a broad walk. A solemn and solemn atmosphere poured into the valley, and the temperature suddenly dropped.

drop.

Yan Ying pointed the tip of his spear at the ground and said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Your Excellency, are you the master of the Pang Song Pang Sect?"

Pang Song said coldly: "It's Pang! You killed my elites arbitrarily, and you must pay with your life!"

Yanying said: "In the battle for supremacy, countless people have died under my magic spear. Do I have to sacrifice my life for my life? Both sides competed fairly. If they lose, they can only blame themselves for not being good at learning!"

Pang Song raised his eyelids, glanced at the soldiers who were waiting, and sneered: "Is the Demon Sect also planning to recruit troops to rebel? What a wishful thinking!" As he spoke, he swung his long sword and aimed at Yanying and slashed straight at it. Senhan's sword

The mind fills the world and makes people stop breathing.

The sword falls ruthlessly, and its power cuts through mountains and rivers.

Faced with the killing moves performed by this master, ordinary people's spirits and will were suppressed, and their only thought was to kneel down and beg for mercy.

But who is Iwataka? He is the immortal god of war! He is a fighter who never gives up!

Only when you meet someone stronger can you continue to break through your limits.

The blood-weeping demon gun buzzed and trembled, and without hesitation was submerged in the snow-white sword light. Yanying's whole body seemed to be on fire, his long hair was flying, and invisible flames were steaming and flying. From a distance, it looked like the god of war was reborn in the world. This gun

It was the pinnacle of his life. It was several times more powerful than the shot that killed the enemy just now. It was impeccable no matter how measured.

Deng Chengbiao and others cheered loudly, and the cheers were like a mountain falling apart.

when!

The blade of the sword struck the blade of the gun, and a dazzling light rose like the sun. Violent air waves swept in all directions, the mountains reverberated, and the earth bounced.

Even Fu Jingtao couldn't stand still and subconsciously raised his arms to shield himself from the wind and sand.

Iwa Ying felt an irresistible force coming in, and the magic gun trembled violently in his hand, like a dragon eager to break free. He secretly gritted his steel teeth, locked the gun body with both hands, and at the same time used various techniques to replace flowers and trees.

, transferring that huge force to the ground beneath his feet. But there was a muffled roar, dust and sand spewed out, the ground sunk more than half a foot, and suddenly a large crater with a radius of several feet appeared.

Pang Song was secretly surprised, nodded and said: "If you can take my sword without retreating, you must be the best among demons!" The long sword drew a semicircle and swept across the waist. The sword energy was even better than before!

Iwataka didn't have time to step out of the way. His whole body was enveloped by the cold and biting sword energy, and his blood almost froze. If it were anyone else, he might be so frightened that he would be thinking about how to struggle to escape. But Iwataka is not afraid of the backlash.

, I actually relaxed my mind and felt the indescribable innate artistic conception in the sword style, and carefully figured out the changes in reality and reality, like drinking sweet rain.

He let out a clear roar, and the blood-weeping magic gun kept spinning, like a blue dragon rushing out of the sea to pounce bravely - even if the opponent is an innate master, there is no way to make him bow his head and surrender!

The sword comes to sweep through thousands of armies.

Once the gun is gone, there will be no return.

Dang! There was another deafening loud noise, and the blood light quickly became dim.

Under the huge force of the counterattack, Yan Ying could not help but slide out more than ten feet in the direction of the sword. His hands were torn from the jaws and dripping with blood. The gap between acquired and innate is really too big. No matter how strong your fighting spirit is, it cannot make up for it.

The gap above.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Pang Song's lips, he swayed closer, raised his hand and stamped hard with his palm - he never knew what it meant to give up when something was good, what he often did was to kill them all!

At the critical moment, Iwa Ying burst out with his final potential and put his gun across his chest in time.

Bang! Pang Song slapped his left palm down, and the magic gun immediately bent inward into an arc, and the gun barrel hit Yanying's chest. Yanying spat out a mouthful of blood, his feet flew upside down from the ground, and his back was hit hard.

When we climbed up the cliff, the whole cliff shook, and large and small rock particles collapsed like rain.

Fu Jingtao gasped, as tyrannical as a rock eagle, he couldn't stop Pang Song's three moves! What should he do now? If he fell into Pang Song's hands again, he would probably lose a layer of his skin.

Deng Chengbiao's eyelids twitched, he raised his knife and shouted: "Go in! Attack the enemy!"

"Kill! Kill!! Kill!!!" The soldiers who had been waiting attentively raised their weapons and shouted repeatedly. The boundless murderous aura rose into the sky and turned into an angry dragon thousands of feet long. It looked up to the sky and roared. Boom! Boom.

!Boom! Hundreds of people marched forward with swords and guns in hand. It was as overwhelming as an overwhelming force.

Even Pang Song, faced with such a tight and heavy battle formation, couldn't help but feel depressed that he had nowhere to start. So, he chose to retreat, more than ten feet away from the entrance of the valley.

The terrain in the valley is flat, but outside the valley there are rugged rocks and rugged terrain. If Deng Chengbiao and others dared to chase them out of the valley, their strict battle formation would be destroyed.

Deng Chengbiao had led the army for decades, how could he not see that the other side was retreating in order to advance? Immediately giving an order, all the soldiers stopped and stood upright, firmly holding the position at the mouth of the valley.

Pang Song raised his sword and pointed it at Deng Chengbiao, and sneered: "Old man, you must lead the people away within three times, otherwise don't blame me for going on a killing spree!"

Deng Chengbiao said: "Little bastard, are you afraid of Grandpa Deng? Come here!"

Pang Song's face was ashen, and two words popped out from between his teeth: "Seeking death!" After saying that, he jumped into the air and slashed with his long sword. Several white sword auras connected together and struck the top of the cliff in the air. The sword aura fell.

Here and there, the rocks shattered and fell off, rolling and rumbling as they hit the heads of the soldiers.

"Be careful of falling rocks!"

Deng Chengbiao shouted in disbelief, and he and other warriors waved their weapons and tried their best to block the falling rocks. However, there was a gap in the hundred meters, and several falling rocks passed through the interception and smashed into the army formation. Immediately, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams of misery broke out.

There are several more conspicuous pits in the formation.
Chapter completed!