In an instant, the two men were already approaching.
Sages of the Five Realms and Small Sages of the Sky Control Realm can already cross the void. The speed of the Sixth Realm Saint's long-distance travel is extraordinary, and he can completely catch up with the Yang God's long-distance travel, even more so than Yukong.
As a person who practices spirituality, his body will eventually become a drag when he reaches the limit. After cultivating the Yangshen in the four realms, the speed of Yangshen's long-distance travel is already unbelievable, far exceeding the speed of Yukong for long distances.
The saint cut himself off and entered the Tao in order to detach his body, in an attempt to make his body no longer a drag.
At this moment, in the depths of the wasteland, further away than the two warring monks in the wasteland and the Great Wall, when the two great saints fought, their momentum shattered hundreds of miles of frost and snow, and huge waves of air spread across all directions, which was terrifying!
"Deng Sheng!" The demon clan sage Guanzhao, dressed in black, stood proudly, "You humans often say that those who understand the current affairs are heroes. The current situation of the Great Wall is that the building is about to collapse and it is difficult to save it! Now I can give you a If you have the opportunity, come to my hidden mountain, I am willing to share the secrets of the Seven Realms with you!"
"Boasting." Deng Sheng sneered: "A little loach that can't get away dares to bark here, it's so shameless!"
"Old man, I was born in the wilderness at the wrong time and place." Yinshan Guanzhao said, "If I were born in the South China Sea, I would have become a dragon long ago! But you are an old and immortal person. The Great Wall is about to be destroyed. You and Kong That old guy Rui is about to be defeated, how dare you make such a noise here?!"
"The North Sea is too big to tolerate a loach like you?" Deng Sheng said with a smile, "Don't blame the uneven road for people who can't do it. Now that the Dragon Palace in the South China Sea and the Tianmen of the Sea have risen, you, an old loach, are rushing to roast the people in the South China Sea. To eat?"
When Guanzhao heard this, he became furious and shouted angrily: "Old thief, I can't scold you, I'll beat you to death!"
"You clown, I will skin you today!" Deng Sheng shouted, using his natal flying sword Zidian, he slashed at Guanzhao's head.
Yinshan Guanzhao held the Demon King's Spear and faced the challenge head-on. The two great saints had the power to reach the sky, and their stature was intertwined. Their holy power was so majestic that the sky and the earth changed color. The storm that swept through the entire wasteland was torn apart by the two of them. Huge swirling clouds slowly emerged above their heads!
At this time, Bai Ze and others were crossing the battlefield between the Wasteland Tribe and the Great Wall Legion. The frontal battlefield was littered with corpses, and the cavalrymen of the wilderness tribes were everywhere. The formations of the Great Wall Army were torn apart in countless places, and the piles of corpses on the battlefield made it difficult for the legion commanded by Pei Ji to take care of each other, and could only shrink the defense line again and again.
The rush continues.
Bai Ze witnessed the mighty cavalry of the Wasteland tribe, driving the Steppenwolf to charge westward, and contained the Great Wall cavalry who intended to penetrate the camp in the western battlefield. The situation was already tilting towards the Blue Wolf tribe.
On the frontal battlefield, the practitioners in the military formation have already taken action.
The huge pillar of fire tore through the darkness and violently attacked the Great Wall military formation.
The four of them rushed straight into the depths of the wasteland without stopping at all.
The wrath of this war is so terrifying that even if a saint gets involved, it will be difficult to escape.
On the distant battlefield, the battle between the monks of the Wasteland and the monks of the Great Wall did not stop because of the actions of the two great saints, but intensified.
As soon as the war started, the wasteland monks directly dispatched six masters of the five realms from the Yanyue Sect alone! On one side of the Great Wall, the casual cultivators were led by Xue Daoheng, Tan Yunjian, and Biehe Zhenren, all of whom were in the fifth realm. Xue Xing, Ji Kui, Chen Ping, Lu Wenbing, and Zhang Xie of the Sanshan Prefecture also came out together, all of whom were real Sanshan people.
This does not include the monks from other forces on both sides.
"Huaihuang, you haven't made much progress in these years!" Above the sky, Xue Daoheng held a sword in one hand and was fighting with a wasteland monk. He suddenly laughed and said: "It's boring, I'll go ahead!"
After saying that, the sword intent in his body reached its peak again, and he knocked the wasteland monk down to the sky with one sword, heading deeper into the battlefield.
"Xue Daoheng!" Huaihuang roared angrily, forcibly removing the sword intent that was as heavy as a mountain on his body, and soared into the sky, but was stopped by another figure.
The person who came was dressed in black, covering his body with bloodstains, and his face was cold. He was the master of the Yunhai Immortal Sword Hall, Xue Xing!
"It's you!" Huaihuang glared and sneered: "You killed many monks in my wasteland, so you can pay with your life!"
Xue Xing didn't say a word. The two of them fought in an instant and made a judgment. The wasteland monk was suppressed by Xue Xing and chased him fiercely.
This battlefield is filled with light, but it is clearly distinguishable.
The five realms dominate, and each has its own battlefield, creating a huge momentum. The five realms and below are purely chaotic fights. They are everywhere in the sky and on the earth. There are one-on-one duels, many-on-many group fights, and many-on-one sieges.
Xue Daoheng's killing power was extremely strong. He, Xue Xing, and Tan Yunjian had already reached the second half of the battlefield. They were really deep behind enemy lines. And once the front line collapses, these three people may be in danger of being besieged by the wasteland monks at any time!
"Hahaha, Taoist Taoist Moving Mountain has not taken action yet!" Xue Daoheng rushed forward and easily eliminated a monk from the Four Realms of the Wasteland who was hiding behind. He laughed and said, "The Yanyue Sect is nothing but mediocre and vulnerable!"
"Xue Daoheng, stop being so arrogant! Today is the day you die!" A figure came at a very fast speed, holding a black gold halberd, and struck directly at the door, forcing Xue Daoheng to block with his sword, and was knocked back three steps in the air.
Xue Daoheng took a closer look and said with a smile: "You beat the young to get old, Huaishuo, why do you want to kill me? Back then, I killed three thousand miles across the wasteland. How did you, the kid, get beaten by grandpa so much that he cried for father and mother? , how could you forget?"
"The power of words!" Huaishuo was furious, pointed his halberd directly at Xue Daoheng, and said: "How dare you call the ancestor of Mountain Moving? You are not worthy!"
When the two sides disagreed, they immediately opened fire.
Xue Daoheng's sword intent soared into the sky, and the great sages of the five realms swept out with overwhelming force. A huge shadow appeared behind him, the mountains and rivers were majestic, and the dark chains came from the void and went towards Jiuyou to suppress it!
Mountains and rivers suppress prison.
The coercion of the Vientiane Realm covered the rear battlefield, and all the monks under the Five Realms fled the area covered by the coercion.
Huaishuo sneered, his aura was fully activated, and the pressure of the Myriad Realm also poured out, and the shadow of a huge sacred tree appeared behind him, blocking the wind and snow in the sky.
"As expected of a member of the Divine Tree Department, the celestial phenomena are the same." Xue Daoheng intercepted the power of the great road, and his natal flying sword was surrounded by the divine light, and slashed directly at Huaishuo, "I will chop down this tree today!"
"Rampant!" Huaishuo angrily slashed his halberd. From a distance, it looked like two celestial objects colliding violently, making a thunderous sound, causing strong winds and blizzards.
On the wasteland, four figures were watching the battle in the sky in the heavy snow. Two of them were wearing black robes, and the other two were none other than Huangfu Song, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon, and Bai Tuo, the Demon King!
"This Xue Daoheng is a scourge after all." The Holy Son of Heavenly Demon looked at the sword cultivator in the sky with his scarlet blood pupils and said: "The first phase has been completed. The Zhenbei Army has been blocked. A demon king of our Heavenly Demon Clan has died. , there are still two demon kings being hunted, and the Wasteland tribe not only failed to break through the Great Wall, but even the losers from the Yanyue Sect failed to reach the border of the Great Wall."
Next to Huangfu Song, the man in black robe smiled and said: "The Yanyue Sect refuses to empty out their family wealth, what can they do?"
Huangfu Song snorted coldly and said, "Now the saint from Yinshan has taken action. Young Master, is it your turn for the Demon Temple?"
Long Xiang, the young master of the Demon Temple, said: "What the Holy Son said is absolutely true. It's time to give these arrogant guys a wake-up call."
The young demon cultivator smiled and said: "It's just that this process cannot be interfered with in any way. Xue Daoheng and the others have killed too deeply. I'm afraid there will be changes. Please ask the Holy Son to clear the place."
"You'd better not disappoint me." Huangfu Song glanced at the demon cultivator beside him with his scarlet blood pupils and said coldly.
"Haha, how could it be possible?" Long Xiang said, "A century-old plan has been carried out in one fell swoop. At present, the great monks of the Five Realms of the Yanyue Sect, headed by Liu Zhen, can no longer suppress the people on the other side of the Great Wall. The Holy Son takes action at this time, The timing is right.”
"Bai Tuo, kill Xue Daoheng." Huangfu Song said casually, looking towards the battlefield in the sky. The balance of the competition between the two forces has been broken, and the balance of victory is tilting towards the Great Wall.
Huangfu Song showed a cruel smile.
That's it.
Hope suddenly met with despair.
Only in this way can you make your opponent more painful and yourself more happy!
The demon king Bai Tuo didn't say a word, but already reached the sky with his sword.
Xue Daoheng was trying his best to suppress Huaishuo, and suddenly he felt terrified! His intuition, which had been on the line between life and death for many years, made him react quickly, give up the offensive, and move hundreds of feet away from Huaishuo.
At this moment, a sword light rose from the ground and rushed quickly between Huaishuo and Xue Daoheng. The arrogant sword blow caused the long hair of the two men to dance wildly, and the suffocating sword passed instantly in the distance of a hundred feet.
The two of them turned around at the same time, and saw the demon king in white coming up from the sky, with the ancient sword in his hand being fierce. With a mistake, his swordsmanship was perfected, and his figure was split into two, each holding an ancient sword, charging at Xue Daoheng brazenly!
"Good swordsmanship!" Xue Daoheng's eyes lit up, as if he didn't seem to care about the sudden appearance of an additional opponent. With one against two, he became even more excited.
When Huaishuo saw this, he cursed in his heart a madman.
Bai Tuo takes action. Even if he can't win this battle, as long as he can kill Xue Daoheng, nothing is worth caring about.
Huaishuo shouted loudly, and the phantom of the sacred tree behind him suppressed Xue Daoheng!
"Two versus one?!" In the distance, Tan Yunjian saw this and knocked away the wasteland monk in front of him with his sword. "Fellow Taoists, help me stop Wuchuan!" With that, he rushed to help Xue Daoheng.
"Dream!" Wu Chuan, the great monk of the fifth realm of Yanyue Sect, said with a ferocious smile.
"Fellow Taoist, go ahead, leave this to me!" Ji Kui of Yunhai Xianmen's Panlong Peak shouted. While blocking the monk in the wilderness with his flying sword and elephant armor, he used his magic weapon to bind the dragon rope and hit Wuchuan's galloping figure. Stop.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist!" Tan Yun admonished, moving his figure, holding his natal flying sword, and headed towards the battlefield behind.
At this time, the four of Bai Ze were already approaching the battlefield.
On the wasteland, the Heavenly Demon Saint Son felt something in his heart. A pair of bloody pupils suddenly looked in the direction where Bai Ze and others appeared. A ferocious look appeared on his face. He roared loudly, the sound echoing for dozens of miles: "Bai Ze!"
Long Xiang had already taken out his magic weapon, the Demonic Pestle, when he saw Huangfu Song soaring into the sky, filled with demonic aura. He knocked Tan Yunjian away violently and rushed straight to the outside of the battlefield. He was slightly startled and looked towards the sky with deep eyes. This Only then did I discover Bai Ze’s aura.
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