Chapter 80 Master of the Holy Land

"Canglong Chuyue!"

The arms were flying, and the shadow of the dragon and Wu were looming behind him. The magnificent and blow-like blood was like the sky, straight to the depths of the sky, as if to break through this world.

The virtual dragon opened the way, and everything was invincible. The original dense human wall seemed to have been torn open. The earth cracked, the blood flew, and the halberd knives fell to the ground. As for the original members of these weapons, they all disappeared in this world.

The dense rain of arrows, the cold shining blades, and the powerful martial arts. At this moment, the battle of millions of people turned this former wilderness into the buried ground of the soldiers of the two countries and the Shura hell in the world.

The land of Shura, Shura kills!

There is no right or wrong, no good or evil. In this field that belongs to war, there is only life or death, victory or death.

"Get out of here!"

The moon flew, the edge flashed, and there was no trembling diameter to kill the opposite general.

As the saying goes, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, the third largest empire in the mainland of Chuyun. Naturally, all the top warriors are indispensable in the millions of fighting army. Now the silver armored warriors who fight with Wu are one of the strong men, a peerless existence who has seen through the lifeline of human immortals and changed his life against the sky.

Looking at the silver armor warrior who rushed to him, Wu Wei had no extra action, just a flat thorn, stable thorn and heavy attack.

"Kill the soldiers, son, die!" Seeing that Wu's cultivation was not as perfect as Wu Sheng, the silver armored warrior who thought that there might be a big fish here couldn't help but feel cold, and his thick arm hit Wu Fu like a bell.

This move has no tricks and no backhand. While leaving room, this punch will not give the opponent too much chance to dodge. It has to admit that even if the high-level martial artist looks down on the opponent, no matter how ordinary the move is, the awareness of battle is not comparable to ordinary people.

"Hmm!" In the face of the self-confidence of the silver armored warrior, Wu responded with a cold hum and a straight punch.

The rebellious straight fist, like the sun in the sky, directly hit the silver armored warrior.

Yes! It's just smashing...

**Naked collision, absolute brute force!

"Boom..."

The two fists met, and a burst of horrible fists, with Wu Fu and silver armor warriors as the center, the space within a distance of hundreds of meters, like a boulder falling into a calm lake.

"Go in peace!" Looking at the silver armored warrior flying out like a sandbag, Wu Fu obviously didn't want to waste any time. The emperor's nine secret fighting formula was instantly inspired and rushed to the silver armored warrior.

"No..." I'm puzzled, panic, unwilling, and a variety of emotions rushed to my heart. Even such a silver armored warrior didn't understand until he died. Why did Wu Sheng hide such a condensed power in his body? Why didn't this person hit the level with such a condensed power...

"Boom!"

Fist, physical contact, the silver armored warrior's diameter was thrown out of one or 200 meters. After falling into the army, the silver armored warrior who could not die was like a toad that had been flushed at this moment. After rapid expansion, the blood, bones and broken internal organs suddenly turned into the sharpest weapon and rushed to the fourth Zhou.

Looking at the battlefield that was suddenly emptied, the battlefield seemed to have been suspended by time. Whether it was the soldiers of the Chenxing Empire or the masters of the Izumo Kingdom, they all stopped, forgot where they were now, forgot their own environment, and stared at the bloody field that had been violently cleared.

For a moment, it seems to be eternal...

"The prince is powerful, brothers, kill him!" I don't know who took the lead in reacting and roared hard in the army.

"Kill! Kill these southern barbarians..."

"Kill! Southern barbarians should die!"

The roars, accompanied by the shadow of swords, sounded in the battlefield, as if they were stimulated by blood. The 10,000 people brought by Wu Ao seemed to have been beaten chicken blood one by one. On the contrary, the 16th column of Chuyun against Wu Ao, is not like a sick chicken infected with the plague at this moment, even if it comes out. There are still strong men in the 16th column of Yunguo controlling the situation, but the column that has lost its momentum can't exert any strength under the mouth of these wolf cubs under Wu Wei.

In just half a column of incense, Wu Ao's 10,000-person team took the lead in rushing through the encirclement of the 16th column and killed the big account of the Central Army of Izumo...

"Be careful, it's the southern barbarians of Izumo!"

Looking at the military tent in Izumoguo, a veteran behind Wu Kui suddenly shouted.

Following the expectations of the veterans, I saw three or four meters tall men rushing towards Wu. The thick mace sticks were like children's toys in the hands of these giants, dancing tigers and tigers.

"Shield hand, halberd hand, defensive formation in place! Thick rope! Get ready!" Feeling the deterrence formed by the running of nearly a thousand people's southern barbarians, Wu's face couldn't help but give a decisive order.

The 10,000-person team under Wu Fu is basically composed of martial artists above the skin. I don't know how strong the combat effectiveness is. Even if there is a fight in the past few days, Wu Fu can confidently believe that the combat effectiveness of this team is not extreme, but in the face of the unique southern barbarians in the state of Izumo, Wu Ao still took defensive measures at the first time.

In modern and ancient history, it is recorded that the southern barbarian giant is more than nine feet tall, infinitely powerful and good at close combat. Compared with these ordinary records, Emperor Wu, the strongest martial arts in ancient times, has a more extreme evaluation of the southern barbarian soldiers. "Give me 30,000 southern barbarian giants. After three years of practice, I can unify the rivers and mountains and show the prosperity of the Middle Ages!"

In the face of the southern barbarians with this record, whether it is the authority of Emperor Wu or his own feelings on the battlefield, Wu did not dare to underestimate these big men.

"Boom..."

The momentum caused by hundreds of southern barbarians running on the battlefield is no less than that of thousands of horses running on the grassland. The response of the earth's crust is getting stronger and stronger. Even Wu's angry feet feel that he is about to fall.

"Damn it!" Feeling the fluctuation of the earth, Wu Fu knew that if he did not take action to curb the rise of the southern barbarians, it would be his own side that would be defeated like a mountain. Without any hesitation, Wu suddenly punched, "Yellow Emperor Qinglong Fist, Qinglong shakes the ground!"

There are endless changes in each of the emperors. How much power can be exerted depends on the performer himself. As a derivative of the Yellow Emperor's Qinglong Fist, the most basic is the virtue of the earth to kill the opponent. The running of the southern giants and shaking the earth, then the Qinglong shaking the earth is the pulse of the earth itself. Jump.

The fist is like a dragon, and the soil layer is like water. With the dissipation of the true spirit of the sword emperor, the huge earth dragon is like a carp crossing the river. It rolled out from the earth's crust and rolled up the heavy earth giant. At the moment when the fist was about to plan to attack the southern barbarian giant, a sword light flashed into a white lotus to Wu's angry fist. Pressed over.

"There are masters!" At the moment when the sword light had not yet flashed, as a few high-level martial artists who felt the existence of painstaking**, Wu Kui knew that a strong man had come beside him, but when he really saw this man's action, Wu Kui smiled!

The hidden strong are the biggest threat, and as for the surface...

"Your opponent is me!" A sword power eliminated Wu's fist to the extreme without any unnecessary words. The swordsman in blue himself brought his sword and rushed to Wu Ao.

"Princes, the battle array is under your command!" After explaining, Wu Ao flew up and fought back against the swordsman in blue.

The swordsman in blue is full of sword spirit without any impurities. Obviously, he is the existence of cultivating the sword to the extreme. Even if he can resist this kind of battle, the group of armored men around Wu Fu will basically die, and this is the only prospect at present!

"Eat my sword, and the blue and white will disperse!"

Obviously, the swordsman in Qingyi has guessed Wu's fighting power. As soon as he takes action, he is unique. With the dance of sword flowers, Wu only feels that he is like entering a world of flowers, but everything in this world is composed of sword spirit and sword spirit. If he doesn't wait for Wu's body, he will be torn by these sword spirit. It is absolutely difficult to have The possibility of being spared.

"Blue and Flower Sword! You are from the holy land of Qingchuan!" Feeling the other party's sword momentum, Wu Wei did not make a move. He looked calm and elegant, as if he saw a dancer dancing swords on the high hall, not at the juncture of life and death.

Blue and white sword, as the signboard of the holy land of Qingchuan, can be learned by the major martial arts officials of Izumo. It can be said to be the most basic and common martial arts in Izumo country, but if anyone can connect this set of blue and white swords to the level of Qingyi swordsman, it is definitely a high school among masters, blue and white swords, Qingchuan robes, all these Everything confirmed the identity of the visitor.

In the face of Wu's question, the swordsman in blue only answered with the simplest move to pick the sword. With the beating of the tip of the sword, the field composed of swords also moved...