Mu Yu shot out of the sky like a bolt of lightning and rushed straight to the core of the angel camp. His eyes shone with madness and anger, and the sword in his hand was cold and sharp, as if it was about to tear apart the hypocritical veil of the night.
Those heavenly messengers in the angel camp are supposed to be the embodiment of purity and justice, but at this moment they are colluding with the demon army. Their wings became filthy, their originally clear eyes were swallowed up by darkness, and their elegant postures were now just tools to cover up their depravity. Together with those ugly demons, they laughed ferociously and enjoyed this bloody carnival.
Mu Yu's sword danced faster and faster, and every swing was accompanied by the wail of the angel. His figure shuttled through the angel camp, and everywhere he went, there was chaos. Blood splattered, pieces of flesh flew everywhere, and broken wings fell. This originally sacred battlefield had now become a Shura field.
Mu Yu's eyes were filled with endless grief, anger and disappointment. He could not accept the fall of these angels, let alone their association with demons. He wants to cleanse this filth, and he wants to make these creatures who deviate from the way of heaven pay the price.
This battle seemed to have become his personal revenge. Every fallen angel was a release of the endless pain and anger in his heart. His sword dances faster and his eyes become colder. He wants to cut off the source of all this, and he wants to find the purity that the world deserves.
The soldiers of the Jiuli tribe rushed into the demon army like a torrent. Their bodies are filled with unyielding passion, and every look in their eyes is full of determination and courage. These tribesmen who usually work quietly and live in peace with the world turned into fearless warriors at this moment. For the sake of their homeland and their faith, they vowed to fight the devil to the end.
The soldiers of the Jiuli tribe hold simple weapons, and their armor is covered with traces of battle, but every scar is proof of honor. They shouted, and the sound was like the first light in the morning, penetrating the layers of defense of the demon army. Although the demons were tall and ferocious in appearance, their arrogance was gradually suppressed in the face of the Jiuli soldiers' bravery and fearlessness of death.
Finally, when the bravest warrior of the Jiuli tribe waved the sharp blade in his hand and cut through the defense line of the demon army, at that moment, it was like the darkness before dawn was cut through, and the dawn of hope illuminated the battlefield. The soldiers of the Jiuli tribe rushed towards the core of the demon army like a flood that broke a dike. Their courage and unity were best proved at this moment.
The horn of war sounds in the hearts of the Jiuli soldiers, which is the desire for freedom and the protection of their homeland. They are no longer the oppressed party, but the warriors who decide the fate. With their hard struggle, the demon army began to collapse, and the Jiuli tribe finally ushered in the dawn of victory.
Under the sky covered with dark clouds, Mu Yu was like a bolt of lightning, piercing the sky. He rushed into the angel camp with thunderous momentum, like a ferocious beast breaking into the sheep, causing chaos in an instant.
His figure is as fast as lightning, and his movements are flexible and vigorous. Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind, directly taking the angel's life. Blood flowers bloomed in the air, like a cruel and magnificent picture.
Those angels who were once considered sacrosanct were powerless to fight back under this violent attack. Some of them tried to resist, but were easily defeated by Mu Yu; some tried to escape, but were helplessly swallowed by the wave of massacre.
What's even more shocking is that these angels are linked with an army of demons, forming a chilling alliance. They are no longer aloof gods, but depraved monsters, living together with the creatures they once despised.
The entire battlefield was filled with a chilling air, the smell of blood and decay intertwined, making it suffocating. Mu Yu's eyes were cold and firm, and he continued his slaughter without mercy until the last angel fell under his sword.
The soldiers of the Jiuli tribe, wearing bronze armor and waving swords shining with moonlight, rushed into the demon army like a torrent. Their shouts were loud and full of unyielding and fighting spirit, breaking the long-standing silence and oppression.
They faced a group of demons of all kinds, including huge minotaurs, seraphs with burning bodies, and void creatures with countless tentacles. However, the soldiers of the Jiuli tribe showed no fear. The swords in their hands were like death scythes, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of demons. Every Jiuli soldier is like a rock in the strong wind. No matter how violent the demon's attacks are, they always stand firm.
At this moment, the charge of the Jiuli soldiers was no longer a passive defense, but an active counterattack. The courage and belief in them seemed to awaken the ancient power that had been dormant for a long time, and every warrior became as powerful as a god. The demon army began to waver under their impact, retreating like a landslide.
As time went by, the soldiers of the Jiuli tribe became more and more courageous as they fought. The swords they wielded cut through the dark sky like lightning, and every slash was accompanied by the wail of the devil. In this fierce battle, the strength of the Jiuli soldiers seemed to be endless. They were like strong winds on the battlefield, sweeping away all obstacles.
Finally, as the last demon fell, the soldiers of the Jiuli tribe won. They cheered and shouted, their faces filled with the joy of victory. At this moment, they used their courage and strength to prove the Jiuli people's unyielding fighting spirit, and they finally ushered in the clarion call of rebellion.
He rushed madly into the core of the angel camp, surrounded by violent energy, and his eyes flashed with burning anger. At this moment, he was no longer the peaceful guardian, but transformed into the embodiment of revenge, showing his ferocious face towards those former messengers of heaven.
Following his intrusion, the angel camp instantly became chaotic. Those angels who usually pride themselves on their sacred halo appear so weak and powerless in the face of Mu Yu's violent attack. Their wings were broken one after another under Mu Yu's attack, and their holy light was instantly annihilated in the face of Mu Yu's dark power. The smell of blood filled the air, intertwined with the angels' fear and despair.
At the same time, those people from the Kingdom of Heaven who colluded with the demonic army revealed their true depraved nature. They are no longer angels, but fallen people who are in league with the devil. Dark blood flows in their bodies, and their hearts are filled with endless greed and desire. They danced with the devil and shared this land dyed red with blood and fire.
At this moment, Mu Yu seemed to be transformed into a righteous sanctioner, showing no mercy to these fallen angels. Each of his attacks was filled with power and fury, seeming to destroy all evil and injustice. Under Mu Yu's massacre, these people from the angel camp fell one after another and became victims of darkness and chaos.
That night, the only sounds left on the battlefield were the sound of wind, rain and the sound of massacre. Heaven and earth seemed to meet at this moment, and light and darkness started a fierce battle on this land. Mu Yu has become the core of this contest. His figure is looming in the rain of blood, like a legendary hero, fighting for justice and faith.
With unyielding fire burning in the eyes of the Jiuli warriors, they broke through the array of the demon army with their lofty determination. Every swing carries the desire for survival and persistence in victory, and every collision is a provocation to fate.
The demon army didn't seem to expect that the Jiuli tribe's counterattack would be so violent. For a moment, they were swept up by this frenzy and their positions were in chaos. The demon's roar and the Jiuli tribe's war cry intertwined to form a force that shook the world. In this fierce confrontation, the air seemed to be trembling, and every heartbeat was accompanied by tension and anticipation.
Finally, a huge demon was knocked down by the Jiuli soldiers, opening a gap for their counterattack. Other demons began to fear and tried to escape from this chaotic battlefield. The Jiuli soldiers were in hot pursuit. They waved their weapons and kept charging forward, like a torrent bursting out of a dike, unstoppable.
The Lord God of Thunder and Ji Hexuan stood opposite each other, their bodies shining brightly, as if they were two blazing suns. The Lord God of Thunder flashed with lightning all over his body, and violent power surged out of his body, turning into an endless sea of thunder, surging and making people feel heart-stopping. His eyes were as sharp as lightning, as if he could penetrate all illusions, making people afraid to look directly.
Ji Hexuan is holding the Xuanyuan Sword. The sword is full of brilliance and exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. Her figure is as ethereal as smoke, as if she has blended into the world, and is inseparable from all things. Her eyes were as deep as the sea, as if they contained infinite wisdom and power, making it impossible for anyone to peer into them.
The two forces collided fiercely in the air, as if the edge of the universe was shattering. The power of the Lord God of Thunder is as violent as thunder, with the power to destroy everything. The Xuanyuan Sword in Ji Hexuan's hand radiated bright light, as if it was the strongest defense in the world. The collision of swords and thunder seems to be the ultimate showdown between heaven and earth, which is amazing.
In this fierce collision, the figures of the two people flickered, as if they were integrated into the endless light. Their powers intertwined and collided with each other, forming a magnificent picture. In this ultimate collision, time seems to freeze, space seems to be broken, and everything becomes illusory.
Thousands of feet high in the sky, the Lord God of Thunder and Ji Hexuan stood opposite each other, majestic and majestic, like two towering mountains. The Lord God of Thunder is surrounded by violent electric currents, and blue electric arcs jump around him, dancing like a thunder dragon, exuding the power of destroying the world. His eyes were like two thunderbolts, shooting out dazzling light, as if they could penetrate everything. And Ji Hexuan is holding the Xuanyuan Sword. The sword body is flowing with mysterious brilliance, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and it is unparalleled. Her figure is as ethereal as smoke, as if she is integrated with the heaven and earth. Her sword moves are sometimes as gentle as the wind, sometimes as violent as thunder.
As the two people approached, an invisible tension spread in the void, as if even time had frozen. The God of Thunder was the first to attack. He waved the staff of thunder, and the endless electric current converged into a huge lightning, which struck directly at Ji Hexuan. Ji Hexuan showed no fear and waved the Xuanyuan Sword. The sword energy turned into an indestructible wall, blocking the attack of the God of Thunder.
Immediately afterwards, Ji Hexuan struck back with a sword. The sword energy was like a rainbow, cutting through the void and going straight for the heart of the Lord God, the God of Thunder. The Lord God of Thunder dodged sideways and at the same time released a more powerful lightning bolt. However, this lightning was split by Ji Hexuan's sword.
In this fierce battle, the two people's forces collided, intertwined, and waxed and waned, forming a spectacular picture. The thunder power of the Lord God of Thunder and Ji Hexuan's Xuanyuan Sword Qi stirred in the void, causing waves of powerful energy fluctuations. The whole world seemed to be trembling, as if it could not bear the collision of this top power.
Finally, with an earth-shattering loud noise, the Lord God of Thunder and Ji Hexuan launched the most powerful attack at the same time. The lightning from the God of Thunder gathered into a huge ball of energy and slammed into Ji Hexuan. Ji Hexuan, on the other hand, raised the Xuanyuan Sword high above her head, exuding an unparalleled aura. The sword energy and lightning collided fiercely in the air, making a deafening sound.
In this earth-shattering collision, the whole world seemed to be trembling. Eventually, the two forces canceled each other out and dissipated into the void. The God of Thunder, Lord God, and Ji Hexuan also flew backwards, stabilizing their bodies. Although there was no winner in this battle, both sides showed unparalleled strength and willpower.
In this collision of top powers, both the thunder power of the Lord God of Thunder and Ji Hexuan's Xuanyuan Sword Qi showed shocking power. Each of their attacks is enough to destroy the world, but they restrain and cancel each other out. This is not only a showdown of strength, but also a battle of wisdom and will. In this battle, both sides showed their indomitable spirit and fearless courage, which made people marvel and admire them.
Ji Hexuan holds the Xuanyuan Sword, and the sword body shines with golden light, which is a reflection of the emperor's aura. Her figure looked lonely and determined under the starlight. Facing the Lord God in front of her, her eyes were full of unyielding and challenging.
The main god's whole body was shrouded in the power of thunder, and his whole body exuded an aura of destruction. Two rays of lightning shot out from his eyes, which collided with Ji Hexuan's sword light in the air, making a deafening roar.
As Xuanyuan Sword was swung, the golden sword energy flowed like a long river, striking at the Lord God with unrivaled momentum. The power of thunder turned into a huge thunder hammer in the hands of the Lord God, and crashed down, colliding with the sword energy, causing a shock in the void.
Every clash between sword and hammer was as spectacular as the falling stars, emitting bright light. The sound of metal collision echoed in the void, accompanied by the angry roar of the Lord God and Ji Hexuan's determined shout.
In this evenly matched battle, Ji Hexuan's figure seemed to be integrated with Xuanyuan Sword, and every sword dance carried the majesty of an emperor. The main god uses the power of thunder as armor, and every swing of the thunder hammer seems to tear the void apart.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only sword energy and thunder dancing in the endless darkness. The outcome of the battle will determine the future destiny.
The Xuanyuan Sword seemed to come alive in her hands, and the sword exuded a bright light. It was the power of the emperor's aura, powerful and solemn. What confronts him is the endless thunder power of the Lord God.
The face of the main god is hidden in the lightning of thunder. He swings a huge thunder hammer, and every swing carries the power of destroying the world. The boundless power of thunder surged in the void, as if it was going to tear everything apart. However, Ji Hexuan was not afraid. She drew an elegant arc with the Xuanyuan Sword and forcefully received the Lord God's thunderous strike.
The two forces collided in the void, producing strong light and air waves. The light of Xuanyuan Sword and the thunder power of the Lord God are intertwined, like a bright and spectacular picture. Every collision is like a loud noise between heaven and earth, which is shocking.
However, Ji Hexuan did not completely gain the upper hand. Although the Xuanyuan Sword was powerful, the Lord God's thunder power seemed endless, and every attack made her feel stressed. She understands that this is a long-term battle that requires patience and perseverance.
In this fierce battle, the powers of Ji Hexuan and the Lord God were intertwined and consumed each other. Their figures danced in the thunder and sword light, like two giant eagles soaring in the storm, unyielding.
Finally, when the thunder in the sky gradually dissipated and the light of Xuanyuan Sword dimmed, the battle slowly came to an end. Although the outcome was not decided, both Ji Hexuan and the Lord God knew that they had left an indelible impression on each other.
Her figure looked firm and lonely under the starlight, like a bright star. The Lord God transformed into a force of thunder, with lightning overflowing and illuminating the dark void. It was like an angry giant, causing thunder and lightning to roar with the flip of a hand.
Ji Hexuan took the lead in attacking, Xuanyuan Sword cut through the void, and the golden sword energy roared towards the Lord God like a giant dragon. However, the thunder power of the Lord God is not easy to deal with. The thunder and lightning it releases is loud and thunderous, and it instantly collides with the golden sword energy. In an instant, the void shattered and stars fell, as if a catastrophe was taking place.
Ji Hexuan and the Lord God were flying in the void, and every collision between them caused the space to tremble. The emperor's aura on the Xuanyuan Sword and the thunder power of the main god are entangled with each other, releasing a bright light that makes it impossible to look directly at it. Their battle has gone beyond a simple competition of force, and is a contest of strength.
This battle has been going on for a long time, and neither side has given in at all. Ji Hexuan's eyes were firm, and every time she swung her sword, she was full of strength and belief. The main god continued to bombard with the power of thunder, trying to find a breakthrough. In this confrontation between stars and thunder, the balance of victory is always swinging, and the final outcome is unpredictable.
