As Wushuang City gathered troops, the brief stalemate turned sharply, and the extremely depressing atmosphere made it difficult for the entire land of China to breathe.

The sudden descending power of Yuhua Valley has attracted the attention of the world for a long time. Even the fool can see that the sudden outsider has obvious ambitions, and Daxia is just the biggest obstacle in front of him.

However, anyone is lucky enough to take a chance. If the disaster does not come to his head, he will never experience the bone-broken pain.

Watching is still the choice of the majority of the capital's forces, or in other words, watching Daxia and the external environment fight, hoping that there will be a time when fishermen can benefit.

Wushuang City sent troops, and a total of 200,000 troops were divided into ten battalions. Each battalion had a congenital venerable. Countless powerful people from the realm of the heaven were vanguards, and they embarked on the road to the Western Expedition together.

The Four Poles Realm adopts a thunderous offensive and relies on its absolutely powerful top combat power, and it will surely conquer the entire Daxia in the shortest time.

As the commander, the King of Chaos was in charge of the army and was fully responsible for the battle of conquering the Daxia.

At this critical moment, seven innate people suddenly appeared in the Daxia army, barely blocking the first wave of offensives from the Four Poles Realm.

Four innate sects in the southeast of Daxia were produced, two of them were produced in Cijiantian Pavilion, and the last one was from the Daxia Dragon Guard Army, who was the leader of the Dragon Guard Army who had lived from Mijie Mountain in the past.

Although the breakthrough has only been shortly after, at this critical moment, every person is an innate and extremely precious wealth.

In the first battle, the King of Disaster did not show up, and Ning Chen and others did not show up. They still have reservations when they first fought, mainly to find out the opponent's trump cards.

The innate strong men are different from ordinary warriors. As long as they are dedicated to saving their lives, it is not that easy to kill them.

After a brief rest, the four-district army launched an offensive again. Duke Jingwu and Hou Zhongyong did not fight hard. They rely on the natural dangers of the city to avoid their sharp edges and minimize casualties.

In ten days, Daxia's 170,000 troops retreated more than 300 miles, with more than 10,000 casualties.

The number of warriors in the Four Great Army is too large, and the strong men in the realm of the Heaven are beyond ordinary soldiers. It is extremely difficult for the Daxia army to fight.

Fortunately, there are innate strong men in the army, and the strong men on both sides dare not go too far, which has caused much less casualties.

In Zhiming Hou Mansion, Ning Chen looked at the battle reports that came every day, and the light flashed in his eyes.

The National Master Jinbang still did not appear, as if he had eaten the pain point of Daxia, and was not anxious about the phoenix blood.

In response to this, Ning Chen just sneered and watched quietly. When this old guy was anxious, he was not afraid.

Half a month later, the King of Disaster was about to go back to Wushuang City. However, shortly after leaving the military camp, he saw a bright red knife lying in front of him, rustling with eyes.

"Son of the Holy Son, you" the King of Disaster looked dark and said.

The red clothes in front of me were flirting with the wind, and the long red hair reflected in my eyes was even more red as blood. The chaotic wind and dust blocked the way, and the momentum cut off the source of disaster.

After Luan Fengchen walked out, on the other side, a woman in a light-colored long skirt also came out. Her powerful aura was surging and powerful. After several months of healing, she finally recovered as before.

"Traitor, you escaped from your life last time, but this time I'm not that lucky." The King of Disaster said with a fierce killing in his eyes.

The sword was filled with light without any nonsense. Meng Xuanji had no reservations when she made a move. The sword light broke through the air and rushed to death.

The King of Disaster turned his palms and felt sorry for him. The sword palms were connected, and the aftermath spread. The surrounding rocks suddenly collapsed and rolled down, and the dust and sand rose everywhere.

Meng Xuanji showed her strong cultivation for the first time, using the sword as the edge, and her exquisite moves made it difficult for the King of Disaster to gain the upper hand for a while.

Being forced to be defeated by someone who is far inferior to himself, the King of Disaster will be unable to hide his anger, and his body will rise all over his body, and the unparalleled power of the powerful person with three disasters will appear.

The surging and vast aura is shocking. Meng Xuanji's attacks, her moves are controlled and her first appearance of clumsy appears.

"The disaster of immortality, the devil's disaster will overthrow the sky"

The King of Disaster turned his palms to lift his energy, and suddenly, the heaven and earth changed, and the deep and secluded aura spread, covering the entire sky.

At this moment, Luan Fengchen, who was watching from the side, moved his feet and turned into a red light. He instantly arrived in front of the King of Disaster. His blood blade turned in his hand and killed Sitian.

The King of Fu's move was blocked and he waved his hand to respond, but with the sound of rumbling and shocking, the two of them retreated and their mouths were stained with vermilion.

"Son of the Holy Son, you made the King of Disaster angry"

The king of disaster was angry in his eyes. When he stepped on his feet, the earth collapsed a hundred feet apart, and the earth shook, and waves of air continued to spread out, with a terrifying power.

In a shock, a golden magic weapon appeared, and the sharp aura caused cracks to appear in the surrounding space, spreading hundreds of feet away.

"Gilded Feathered Pile!"

The chaotic wind and dust were all shook by the breath of the divine weapon, and they were all in full spirit.

"Traitor, Son, today you will pay the heaviest price for your stupidity."

The King of Disaster held the hand and started the gilded feathered cucumber. His figure moved instantly, and the thrust trembled with ghosts and gods.

In the chaos of wind and dust, Meng Xuanji joined forces to resist. However, with a crisp sound from the sound of the crackling sound, Meng Xuanji's long sword in her hand broke and the sword edge flew more than ten feet away.

Luan Fengchen's face changed slightly, and the blood blade shone brightly, and the gilded feather yarn was swept open.

"Be careful, the gilded feathered horn should not be used as a sharp gilded horn, try not to fight hard," Meng Xuanji reminded.

"kindness"

The turbulent wind and dust responded in a deep voice. He had only heard of it before. When we met today, we realized the true terror of the world's No. 1 sharp soldier.

The King of Disaster snorted coldly and said, "No matter what you say now, it's useless. It's not too late to regret it when you're in hell."

After the words came, the figure of the King of Disasters flew again. The peerless divine weapon and the astonishing cultivation level immediately forced the two of them to be in danger.

"Roads and mountains drink hatred, blood maple october red"

The situation is critical, and the chaos and dust have shown their unique skills. The slender blood blade is extremely bright and sublimated. The dazzling blood-colored light rises, and red blood maple floats all over the sky, and the sword is shining brightly.

The eyes of the King of Disaster flashed coldly, and golden lights rose up in the gilded feather gauze, and sharp lights flew out. In an instant, the red maple dissipated and blood stained the world.

The golden light penetrated the body, and the slutty monk let out a muffled groan, and took several steps in a row, and blood mist was scattered all over his body.

Meng Xuanji bullied her body, and her slender hands were so murderous intent that she was approaching the vital heart of the King of Disaster.

"Soulless Struggle"

The King of Disaster mocked him, turned his palms to meet him, and used a move to block the move.

The close combat is even more murderous intent, with moves that force the soul and life-seeking.

With a bang, Meng Xuanji received a palm on her left shoulder, and her slender hand was blocked through the blocking, and it was stamped on the chest of the King of Fortune.

With a sound of stepping on the ground and retreating, Meng Xuanji vomited a mouthful of blood, dyeing the earth in front of her red.

On the other hand, after taking a palm, a smear of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. Although he was also injured, his injuries were not much less.

"If you change one palm, how many palms can you resist?"

The King of Disaster sneered. No matter how exquisite the moves are, they must be coordinated with cultivation and foundation, otherwise it will be no different from a useless person.

The chaos of wind and dust, Meng Xuanji's expression was all sunk, and she would kill countless disasters. In the future, it would bring greater disasters to the two realms. They would deal with the source of the disaster in the four extreme realms themselves.

The two of them bullied themselves again, and the blood-red sword light slashed down, and the battle started again.

The King of Disaster greeted him with his magical weapons, and the light of the sword and the slap was dazzling. In the flash of lightning, it was a confrontation of more than ten moves.

The flowing blood blade is not extraordinary martial arts, and the gilded feathered horn is even more of a peerless magic weapon, one by one, one by one, which makes people overwhelm.

The storm and Fengchen try to avoid the two strikers head-on, and leave as soon as they touch them. However, the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and it is not something that can be controlled by individuals. The King of Disaster waved the gilded feathered horn, and one move was over and over, and the edge of the blood blade was about to be cut off.

At the same time, Meng Xuanji fought for her life in close combat. In her moves, she only attacked but not defended. Her slender hands were like the sickle of the god of death, just to pull the source of disaster in front of her into hell.

The stalemate ended with a harsh and crisp sound. In the hands of Lu Fengchen, the blood blade of the flowing light finally couldn't bear the sharpness of the gilded feathered horn and was broken.

The gilded body entered the body, blood gushed, and a ruthless intention flashed in the eyes of Ran Fengchen. He held the gilded feathered throne and never let go.

When the opportunity arose, Meng Xuanji took a palm again, and his body gathered in his slender hands and slapped it out.

Seeing this, the King of Disaster's body exploded, and in a hurry, he shook the chaos and dust. He was too late to block the move. However, when he saw the palm force coming, his body staggered and retreated four steps in a row, vomiting blood.

"Gilded Feathered Pile"

At this moment, Meng Xuanji activated the secret technique. In the hands of the King of Disaster, the gold-plated feathered horn suddenly changed, broke free from his hand, and stabbed it backwards.

The King of Disaster did not expect this sudden change. At the critical moment, he subconsciously turned his body to one side. The next moment, golden light passed through his body, bringing out a waterfall of brilliant blood.

"Well"

The King of Disaster let out a muffled groan, withdrew several steps again, and then stomped his feet and took advantage of the force to go away.

On the other hand, the seriously injured Meng Xuanji and Luan Fengchen staggered, with blood flowing in their mouths. When they wanted to catch up, they were already willing but unable to do so.

"It's hateful, I'll let him escape"

A hint of unwillingness flashed in Meng Xuanji's eyes, just a little short. If the gilded feathered halberd shifts one inch more, today's battle will be successful.

The three disaster powerhouses' ability to judge danger is indeed extraordinary. In the situation just now, at such a close distance, the King of Disaster can still avoid it. It is really extraordinary.

"Let's go, if someone comes later, your situation will be bad." Luan Fengchen picked up the broken blade and said in a deep voice.

"kindness"

Meng Xuanji put away the gilded feathered trunk and dragged her seriously injured body to leave.

One day later, the news that the King of Disaster was seriously injured spread throughout the world. The attack of the Four Great Army was immediately blocked and he did not dare to move forward rashly.

In the mansion of Zhiming Hou, Ning Chen looked at the information coming, and an inexplicable arc crossed the corner of his mouth.

Unfortunately, the King of Disaster did not die at the hands of Meng Xuanji and Luan Fengchen. However, it was not unexpected. If the powerful person with the Three Disasters died so easily, the word "Three Disasters" would be ridiculous.

Luan Fengchen is the Holy Son of the Four Poles. Although his abilities are beyond doubt, he said that his identity is too special. He admitted that he could not fully trust him. The reason why he verbally reminded him to kill the King of Disaster was to test Luan Fengchen's position, and the second was to stimulate another person.

This person is the National Master of Jinshou.

With the ability to join forces between Luan Fengchen and Meng Xuanji, it is of course best to be able to kill the King of Fortune. Even if you are defeated, the King of Fortune will have to pay some price.
To be continued...