On the southern border of the human race, war broke out again, and fog rolled in from the distance, covering the sky and the sun.
Emperor Zun Wu Ming personally went into battle for the fourth time and led his demon clan to launch a counterattack.
On the border, there are always Qi Refining Masters flying high in the sky, watching the enemy's situation. If they notice anything unusual, they will immediately send a message below.
The soldiers quickly lit the smoke and beat the war drums.
In the continuous tents at the rear, countless heavy footsteps could be heard.
The soldiers put on their armor and marched out in formation to the temporarily built Great Wall.
This Great Wall was built, destroyed, and rebuilt again. Over the past three years, it has always stood firm on the ground and has never fallen.
Together with thousands of body refiners, Zou Hanshan stood at the top of the city, wearing heavy armor and holding a mace. There were still blood stains on the surface of the armor that had just been wiped off, giving him a chilling and fierce aura.
After adapting to frontline life, Zou Hanshan's mind has broadened a lot.
In the face of life and death, Beishan Village has lost three times in three battles, and Guangping's number one genius is like a child playing house, not worth mentioning.
The impact caused by Di Xiaofei's entry into the Fourth Realm only lasted for a few days. Now he has looked past the matter and focused all his attention on the battlefield.
Kill monsters, perform meritorious service, and survive.
The tremors under my feet became more intense.
In the sky, a black line appeared under the thick fog and quickly spread towards the human race. Like an ant colony, like a sea tide, like a shadow cast by death, it gradually covered the earth.
Zou Hanshan clenched the mace in his hand and breathed evenly and steadily. He believed that he could survive today, just like every day in the past...
From an unknown corner, a long roar shot straight into the sky, followed by an impatient scolding:
"Old guy, are you done yet?"
Xiao Tat, the human emperor, still remembers the instructions given to him by his master, and stayed in the south to deal with Wu Ming. Although his whereabouts have been uncertain in the past few years, as soon as Wu Ming comes, he will rush back to the battlefield in time.
A stream of light swept from the west and rushed into the vast mist.
The offensive and defensive battle has not yet begun, but the two emperors have already taken the lead in fighting.
Although Xiao Tat's cultivation level is relatively weak, he relies on the strong recovery power of the Sixth Realm Body Refiner to be able to fight one-on-one. After three years of fighting, he becomes more and more courageous as he fights.
Wu Ming came three times in the past, and tried his best moves one after another, but still couldn't suppress him.
Everyone thought it would be the same this time, but not long after, a figure quickly retreated from the fog, shouting strangely:
"The old guy spent a lot of money!"
A dark red broken blade came out immediately behind, making a piercing scream, trembling through the void, and stabbing Xiao Tat.
Even though they were hundreds of miles away, this scream still made everyone feel uncomfortable, as if a sharp knife was scraping against their bones.
Several human kings who came out of the battle were stunned for a moment when they saw this broken blade. A knowledgeable person finally recognized it and couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice:
"Imperial weapon! Killing blade!"
The strong ones in the Imperial Realm are all good at fighting. If they evolve offensive techniques at will, they will have infinite power. The demon clan pays more attention to the body and is best at using bloodline magical powers.
Many so-called "sixth grade" magic weapons are difficult to reverse the situation of the battle and are dispensable.
Only weapons that can pose a fatal threat to the imperial realm can be called "imperial weapons."
The Demon Clan has three imperial weapons, all of which were left behind by the Demon Ancestor before he left. Each one has a glorious record of killing and injuring the powerful emperors.
Many of the "Ten Great Treasures" of the human race are of the sixth grade, but compared with the three imperial soldiers, they are still far behind.
The four demon emperors rarely use imperial weapons because the price they have to pay is too high.
Wu Ming had only used the killing blade once against the human race's war ancestor back then. He cut off the war ancestor's arm and then immediately took it back.
Today is the second time in thousands of years.
"Did I provoke you?"
Xiao Tat screamed in anger, kept retreating, and slapped the killing blade away from his eyes with a heavy palm.
The dark red killing blade was covered with layers of dried bloodstains, all of which were the blood of ancient monsters in the Imperial realm.
The outermost layer may be the blood of the human race's ancestors.
After being soaked in the emperor's blood for three thousand years, the infinite evil energy wrapped around the blade. As the wind roared, it seemed like millions of creatures were howling miserably.
Just one broken blade made Xiao Tat feel in danger.
He could handle it with a single killing blade, but there was Emperor Wu Ming not far away. As the mist boiled, a killing move was ready to go.
On the battlefield, the hearts of several human kings sank, and they did not make the situation public for fear of affecting the morale of the army.
The powerful demon clan men who were pressing over had already begun to laugh wildly.
"Your Emperor is finished..."
In the northern sky, a long line of purple clouds filled with white clouds, crossed an arc, ran through the sky, and flew towards the battlefield.
"Zixia Sword!" A respected king immediately shouted to stabilize his own morale.
One of the ten most important treasures of the human race, the Zixia Flying Sword, was envoyed by the Human Emperor from across the air, and flew thousands of miles away, slashing towards the emperor Wu Ming.
Wu Ming sneered and drove away Xiao Tat with a killing move. At the same time, he recalled the killing blade and faced the Zixia Flying Sword.
Controlling a sword in the air is still not as flexible as reacting on the battlefield.
The swords intersected, thousands of sparks bloomed, and sharp explosions were heard.
After several confrontations, Zixia Feijian has been cut with several gaps.
The Human Emperor's sigh came from afar, "Retreat."
He didn't expect this situation. After all, Wu Ming wanted to use the imperial weapons. He should have used them three years ago. Why did he delay it until now?
No matter what the reason was, whether Xiao Tat was seriously injured or Zixia's flying sword was cut off, it was a price that the human race was not willing to bear.
The background of the four great emperors of Demon Ancestor is still too profound.
"Want to retreat? Did I ask you to retreat?" Wu Ming let out a long roar, and felt refreshed, and the grievances he had suffered in the past few years disappeared.
Paying a huge price, the Royal Killing Blade is just to show these frogs in the well who they can't afford to offend!
"Today, I will either cut off your flying sword or cut off Xiao Tat's arm. Choose for yourself!"
Wu Ming's voice was full of pleasure.
Xiao Tat felt a mountain of pressure and kept thinking silently in his heart:
"Master, your precious apprentice is going to be beaten to death, come and help."
"Master, your precious apprentice is going to be beaten to death, come and help."
"Master..."
There was a sudden commotion on the Great Wall of the Human Race.
An old man with a thin body and sparse white hair, with a knife across his waist, slowly walked up to the top of the city.
Looking at the ferocious monster surrounding him, he lightly moved his finger forward.
The bodies of the big demons were split into two instantly, and their broken limbs and arms were splashed down in the rain of blood.
"King Yinping!" Several human kings shouted, with some unbearable eyes.
Now that Xiao Tat is in danger, the battle situation is showing signs of collapse.
When they retreat, they can leave, but this old prince is likely to lose his life here.
Could it be that the famous king of the human race who had spent his entire life in the army would die tragically on the battlefield in the end?
The demon kings were all gleaming and ready to move.
The Five Realms, which are about to grow old and die, only have one burst of energy in their bodies. If they survive one wave, they will be able to steadily win over people and earn a lot of merit.
King Yinping nodded to his colleagues, but instead of defending the city, he jumped down, ignoring the dense monsters in front of him, and walked towards the mist alone.
A man, walking alone among the enemy lines.
The bloody wind blew up the white hair.
This move was beyond everyone's expectations, and even the demon clan on the opposite side was stunned.
The next moment, the loud laughter of Demon Emperor Wu Ming was heard:
"Let him come over!"
