The eighty-eighth palm is coming, and the flames of war have been ignited
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Wo! Oh! Oh!
The sound of the light cutting through the air filled the world, and the snow-burning camp of 6,000 elite swords of the Qiu Er clan stepped into the air, and it was black, like a grazing locust.
The awe-inspiring breath was so far away that it firmly locked the whole Xue family.
Xue Heng's cheeks glowed with a ferocious color and shouted in a low voice: "Children, pick up the long sword and kill me! Kill! Kill!"
"Kill!"
Three thousand swordsmen of Xue's children responded and rose from the ground and rushed to the sky.
They looked almost bloodthirsty, and the long sword in their hands shot thousands of lights, and the whole sky was overwhelmed by the colorful sword light.
The sword roars like waves.
Six thousand elites of the snow burning camp appeared ten miles away, like a rapidly sliding dark cloud.
In the faraway place, Du Ruhai's deep eyes stared at the imminent battle and muttered softly, "I won't kill them. Can they kill each other? Are you still able to turn the tide by yourself..."
Ai Leng licked his lips, withdrew his eyes, and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, are we really not going to do anything?"
Du Ruhai smiled and said, "If you don't do it, you must not do it!" Just control the battle and don't affect 20 miles away.
Ai Leng sighed in his heart and looked at the sky slightly unwillingly.
At this time, the six thousand children of the burning snow camp were only one miles away from the Xue family. They stopped moving forward, pulled out their long swords, and pointed to the Xue's children who had already been waiting there.
"Kill!"
Three thousand Xue's children shouted in unison, and the swords in their hands were like wild dragons, and more like thousands of gorgeous roaring meteors, shooting at the snow-burning camp.
The war broke out!
The suffocating sword is like pouring raindrops, flying in every corner of the air. In the face of such an attack, the 6,000 elite swordsmen of the Snow Burning Camp also shouted one after another, sacrificed their swords and rushed up.
Six thousand swordsmen fought against three thousand swordsmen and fought in the sky, like two dark clouds grabbing possession in the air.
The sound of shouting and killing resounded throughout the world, and the sky and the world seemed to change color, the wind suddenly rose, and the wind and sand were overwhelming.
The broken leg fell from the cold shadow of the sword, and the blood was splashing, like blood rain, with pieces of vague and crushed meat, falling down.
The whole scene is like the end of the world, a bloody disaster in hell!
Jianxiu on both sides seemed to be possessed, looking crazy, shouting fearlessly and killing, and the sword marks all over his body seemed to be unconscious. He still raised his hands and stabbed the enemy at the extreme.
Until he died under the blade, he never flinched!
......
Qingyi walked step by step, and the scenery on the street was like a floating shadow.
He seemed to notice something, and suddenly stopped, with an indescribable chill on his white cheeks.
"Du Ruhai, you...not bad!"
The sound is like squeezing out of the teeth little by little.
When the voice was still drifting, Qingyi suddenly disappeared in place.
......
"It's not good!"
Zhang Yan's face was awe-faced, regardless of Ma Chong and others behind him. He quickly swept into the air and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.
"What happened?" Xuelou asked in a panic.
And at this moment, a strong bloody surge came.
"Go!"
The horse's eyes contracted sharply, shouted loudly, stepped on the escape light, and roared away.
Almost at the same time, Xue Huaibei, Xia Xiwei and Xue's sister and brother also accelerated their speed.
......
The bald man suddenly paused, and his narrow eyes like a blade were bright. He smiled softly and said, "Over there, the good show has begun. Let's go there quickly."
The middle-aged scribe stroked his palm and smiled, "I've smelled the blood in the air. It's good. It's killing soundly."
"Go!"
The bald head seems to be unable to wait to fly away first.
The middle-aged scribe was stunned and shouted, "Brother Meng, wait for me..."
The eleven imposing people who followed him also showed a trace of uncontrollable excitement. The battle ahead is really tempting!
......
Lianqiong and Qiu Haoyun walked together, followed by ten Yuan Yingjie swordsmanship.
Lian Qiong suddenly looked stunned and then laughed, "The battle has begun. It's time for us to play soon."
Qiu Haoyun also noticed it and couldn't help nodding, "The little things can be handed over to them, and those old guys must be cleaned up by us. I just hope that Lord Du Ruhai will really keep his promise and not intervene in this matter."
Lian Qiong hummed coldly, "You and I have given up more than a dozen shops. If Du Ruhai intervenes again, it will be a little shameless."
Qiu Haoyun sighed, "Yes, those who break their promises are extremely hateful and hateful! However, with the spirit of Lord Du Ruhai, he will definitely not do so.
There was a strange color on Lianqiong's cheeks, and he inadvertently glanced at Qiu Haoyun, and his eyes were full of coldness.
......
The six thousand children of the burning snow camp are all the elite of the Lian and Qiu clans, while the three thousand children of the Xue family are all the forces of the Xue family except for high-level sword cultivation.
An elite division, a miscellaneous army. The elite division is twice the number of miscellaneous soldiers, and the strength is extremely different. At this time, the three thousand children of the Xue family were gradually submerged by countless snow-burning camps.
At this time, a cold hum exploded in everyone's ears. The voice was light, but it seemed to have great power and hit everyone's hearts fiercely.
If you are struck by lightning, your qi and blood will churt.
Almost everyone stagnated and stopped their movements.
The scene of fighting suddenly disappeared, and the whole scene seemed so quiet and weird.
At this time, there are less than 800 children left, most of whom are still injured. And the six thousand children of the burning camp suffered less than 500 casualties.
There is still a fire of hatred in their eyes, but they can no longer fight.
Because the cold hum just now imprisoned their Zhenyuan in an instant!
Who has such a horrible cultivation!?
Xue Heng and the two Yuanying elders around them looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. They didn't even notice who they were?
Originally, they wanted to go into the air to help the children of the clan kill the invading enemies, but because of this sudden sound, they stopped their pace.
And at this time, a clear shadow quietly appeared between the two opposing camps.
The hands are back-to-back, and the body is steep, and the white cheeks are expressionless. It stands so quietly, but it gives people a feeling of high altitude.
No one doubts that this person is the owner of the voice just now!
"Yes...is...Lord Qingyi!"
Someone lost its voice.
The crowd woke up, opened their mouths wide, and looked at the arrogant figure in front of them in disbelief.
The blue coat is red silk, and the blade is yellow spring.
He is indeed in Tsing Yi. He is also the owner of the sword tower and the peak sword cultivation of the fire sword cliff!