Chapter 302 Marshal Ritsuka Tiger
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Zi Ling Feng Xue
boom!
At this moment, the bloody light flashed behind him, Jindan Late Stage Feishou showed a bloodthirsty smile, the feeling of hatred overflowed, and finally caught these creatures.
He raised his palm, and the filthy blood in his body flowed out, transforming into a long spear, and when he was about to push it, he suddenly stopped!
Fei Shou suddenly raised his head to look at the black mountain, and even uttered a cry of alarm, before slowly retreating.
Everyone's pupils shrank, what's the matter? !
They turned their heads to look at Heishan carefully, and there was a feeling that was enough to frighten people's souls. It was not from the border battlefield... Heishan, it was a mountain of corpses!
"No, no... maybe."
"Hehe...hehe."
"Huang Shao... Huishou... Will Huishou still kill each other?"
"Xinqing...you see, I'm even afraid of Huishou..."
……
The lips of more than a dozen monks were trembling, as if they had seen the most terrifying taboo in the world, which was more unacceptable than death.
Jin Dan Feishou retreated tremblingly to the end, and quickly turned around and fled!
call out!
A stream of light shot from the top of the mountain, pierced through the space, and reached in front of Huishou in an instant. The latter let out a miserable scream, and the dirty blood floated in the sky, and he was directly suppressed and killed, unable to even resist.
Their eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a figure standing on the top of the mountain, and the streamer with terrifying mana came from there.
"Meet the seniors!"
"See you senior!!!"
……
In an instant, everyone came to their senses and quickly bent down and cupped their hands. Some even kneeled down when their legs softened. This is their Dali monk!
Drops of cold sweat fell on the black earth, and they didn't dare to look up for a long time.
"It's okay."
A loud and indifferent voice sounded, and everyone was dragged far away by an irresistible magic power like a spring breeze.
Huang Shao and Dai Xinqing sweated off in a hurry, and they survived another catastrophe. God really favored them.
Everyone bowed their hands respectfully, and then hurriedly left the place.
on the top of the mountain.
"Brother Xun, after the news comes out, will someone come to pick us up?"
"Of course, just wait. The Baili clan is different from ordinary monks. Besides, no one can catch us in this distance."
"Moo~"
The big black cow nodded heavily. There is an army of human beings on the bank of the Tianhe River, so it is better not to go deep into the tiger's den.
Chen Xun smiled lightly, only by displaying his strength can this world of cultivating immortals pay attention to human feelings and sophistication, otherwise why should others talk to you, an unknown junior.
They continued to kill Fei Shoulai again, while they were cultivating, they waited for the people from Zhanjie Battalion to come to them.
And after today.
There is also a terrifying legend on the border battlefield. On the flanks of the battlefield, there are great monks who have reached the sky and killed Feishou, and they have piled up into mountains. If you see this mountain, you must see it!
As soon as this news came out, everyone was shocked. Could it be that an old monster hidden by Dali has come out of the mountain?
And that side is indeed quite outrageous, Huishou is terrified, and there are even Feishou who escaped from there, and the radius of thousands of miles is about to become a safe zone for casual cultivators.
No one dares to visit that huge mountain of black corpses. They are not qualified at all. If they are blessed, they will surrender three times a day!
What's more, the sea of blood flowing there would shock even Nascent Soul cultivators, and so outrageous legends were born.
……
Today, we are far away from the frontline battlefield.
Immortal cultivators with majestic spirit and blood stand everywhere, banners and banners flutter in the wind, military camps stretch for thousands of miles, and huge warships are moored above the sky, with blood shining and evil spirits soaring into the sky.
If you look at it from a distance, the entire military camp has a terrifying atmosphere of choosing people and devouring them. The coercion is powerful and quiet, and the military discipline is strict.
And the entire camp is not set up at the rear, but at the front, facing the frontier battlefield!
Everyone here is wearing battle armor, using all the top refining materials from Dali, exuding an unrivaled momentum, the real elite soldiers of the Baili clan!
After fighting against Feishou for countless years, they have already found the way to lose the least life, which is to use their majestic Qi and blood to resist the backlash of the Yin and cold Qi in the world.
But the power of the improved consciousness will also become smaller, but their purpose is to move forward, and cultivation is only one of them, which is quite different from casual cultivation.
In the handsome camp.
There was a murderous look here, and all the soldiers standing outside were sweating and tense.
There are quite a few immortal cultivators who have just joined the military camp and walk on thin ice every day. This is even more psychologically challenging than going to battle to kill Feishou.
There is even a saying in the Zhanjie camp that if you have a strong Dao heart, you can join the army. The first thing you need to do is to put life and death aside.
This place can be called the cemetery of ordinary cultivators and the paradise of the strong.
Inside, a middle-aged man with a calm expression and no murderous look on his face sat on a handsome chair, and this chair was made of the bones of Huashen Feishou!
But if you stare at this person's tiger eyes, you will instantly feel as if you are facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, without any courage in your body.
His aura is cold, arrogant, lonely and domineering, and what he inadvertently exudes is a strength that disdains the world.
And this is the marshal of this generation of the Baili clan, the peak of the middle stage of transformation, Baili Zhonghu!
He looked at the group of generals below calmly, with no expression of emotion or anger.
Everyone was sitting upright, not daring to take a breath, they were all controlling their breathing rate, as if they didn't dare to attract his attention.
"There is news from the realm that there are big monks beheading Feishou on the flanks of the battlefield, and they have piled up into mountains. I don't know how many monks have protected my realm."
Baili Zhonghu's words were light and calm, but his voice was quite gentle, "I want to meet this man."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the gentle tone felt an inexplicable and unexplainable terror, as if the person sitting on the handsome chair was not alone.
"Marshal, when will we leave?"
"today."
"But the origin of this person is unknown, the Marshal has to be careful."
"This person is probably an old monster that Dali has been hiding for many years, but now he is beheading Feishou on the flank of the battlefield in such a high-profile way, he is probably coming for our Zhanjie camp."
……
Everyone you say, I analyze the situation in a word, seeing quite far.
"Don't think too much, as long as you are a monk who dares to go to the battlefield to kill Feishou, you will be respected by this commander."
Baili Zhonghu opened his mouth lightly, his indifferent eyes swept across all parties, everyone was sitting on pins and needles, and dared not say more.
He stood up slowly, his eyes suddenly exuded an unparalleled murderous aura, and looked at the sand table of the border battlefield, with an unspeakable hatred of Feishou, this clan will be destroyed!
Everyone followed and got up, fighting with great enthusiasm, and the flags of all parties were dancing wildly, as if they could hardly bear the power.
Above the barracks, ten Zhanjie boats set sail grandly, incomparably magnificent, and headed towards the edge of the battlefield's flanks. There was no formation on them, and they were left to be blown by the strong wind.
……
The front flanks of the battlefield.
The three figures sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain of corpses slowly opened their eyes, and they all looked towards the sky.
hum—
hum—
Ten huge warships appeared in the sky, with an indomitable momentum, and there were even battle flags standing on them. They were the battleships they saw at the beginning.
Chen Xun stood up with a smile, and finally came. He didn't know what kind of big man he was.
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I wish you all: In this world of fireworks, the time is fading, and the sun is shining all the way, all the way forward.
At this moment, the bloody light flashed behind him, Jindan Late Stage Feishou showed a bloodthirsty smile, the feeling of hatred overflowed, and finally caught these creatures.
He raised his palm, and the filthy blood in his body flowed out, transforming into a long spear, and when he was about to push it, he suddenly stopped!
Fei Shou suddenly raised his head to look at the black mountain, and even uttered a cry of alarm, before slowly retreating.
Everyone's pupils shrank, what's the matter? !
They turned their heads to look at Heishan carefully, and there was a feeling that was enough to frighten people's souls. It was not from the border battlefield... Heishan, it was a mountain of corpses!
"No, no... maybe."
"Hehe...hehe."
"Huang Shao... Huishou... Will Huishou still kill each other?"
"Xinqing...you see, I'm even afraid of Huishou..."
……
The lips of more than a dozen monks were trembling, as if they had seen the most terrifying taboo in the world, which was more unacceptable than death.
Jin Dan Feishou retreated tremblingly to the end, and quickly turned around and fled!
call out!
A stream of light shot from the top of the mountain, pierced through the space, and reached in front of Huishou in an instant. The latter let out a miserable scream, and the dirty blood floated in the sky, and he was directly suppressed and killed, unable to even resist.
Their eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a figure standing on the top of the mountain, and the streamer with terrifying mana came from there.
"Meet the seniors!"
"See you senior!!!"
……
In an instant, everyone came to their senses and quickly bent down and cupped their hands. Some even kneeled down when their legs softened. This is their Dali monk!
Drops of cold sweat fell on the black earth, and they didn't dare to look up for a long time.
"It's okay."
A loud and indifferent voice sounded, and everyone was dragged far away by an irresistible magic power like a spring breeze.
Huang Shao and Dai Xinqing sweated off in a hurry, and they survived another catastrophe. God really favored them.
Everyone bowed their hands respectfully, and then hurriedly left the place.
on the top of the mountain.
"Brother Xun, after the news comes out, will someone come to pick us up?"
"Of course, just wait. The Baili clan is different from ordinary monks. Besides, no one can catch us in this distance."
"Moo~"
The big black cow nodded heavily. There is an army of human beings on the bank of the Tianhe River, so it is better not to go deep into the tiger's den.
Chen Xun smiled lightly, only by displaying his strength can this world of cultivating immortals pay attention to human feelings and sophistication, otherwise why should others talk to you, an unknown junior.
They continued to kill Fei Shoulai again, while they were cultivating, they waited for the people from Zhanjie Battalion to come to them.
And after today.
There is also a terrifying legend on the border battlefield. On the flanks of the battlefield, there are great monks who have reached the sky and killed Feishou, and they have piled up into mountains. If you see this mountain, you must see it!
As soon as this news came out, everyone was shocked. Could it be that an old monster hidden by Dali has come out of the mountain?
And that side is indeed quite outrageous, Huishou is terrified, and there are even Feishou who escaped from there, and the radius of thousands of miles is about to become a safe zone for casual cultivators.
No one dares to visit that huge mountain of black corpses. They are not qualified at all. If they are blessed, they will surrender three times a day!
What's more, the sea of blood flowing there would shock even Nascent Soul cultivators, and so outrageous legends were born.
……
Today, we are far away from the frontline battlefield.
Immortal cultivators with majestic spirit and blood stand everywhere, banners and banners flutter in the wind, military camps stretch for thousands of miles, and huge warships are moored above the sky, with blood shining and evil spirits soaring into the sky.
If you look at it from a distance, the entire military camp has a terrifying atmosphere of choosing people and devouring them. The coercion is powerful and quiet, and the military discipline is strict.
And the entire camp is not set up at the rear, but at the front, facing the frontier battlefield!
Everyone here is wearing battle armor, using all the top refining materials from Dali, exuding an unrivaled momentum, the real elite soldiers of the Baili clan!
After fighting against Feishou for countless years, they have already found the way to lose the least life, which is to use their majestic Qi and blood to resist the backlash of the Yin and cold Qi in the world.
But the power of the improved consciousness will also become smaller, but their purpose is to move forward, and cultivation is only one of them, which is quite different from casual cultivation.
In the handsome camp.
There was a murderous look here, and all the soldiers standing outside were sweating and tense.
There are quite a few immortal cultivators who have just joined the military camp and walk on thin ice every day. This is even more psychologically challenging than going to battle to kill Feishou.
There is even a saying in the Zhanjie camp that if you have a strong Dao heart, you can join the army. The first thing you need to do is to put life and death aside.
This place can be called the cemetery of ordinary cultivators and the paradise of the strong.
Inside, a middle-aged man with a calm expression and no murderous look on his face sat on a handsome chair, and this chair was made of the bones of Huashen Feishou!
But if you stare at this person's tiger eyes, you will instantly feel as if you are facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, without any courage in your body.
His aura is cold, arrogant, lonely and domineering, and what he inadvertently exudes is a strength that disdains the world.
And this is the marshal of this generation of the Baili clan, the peak of the middle stage of transformation, Baili Zhonghu!
He looked at the group of generals below calmly, with no expression of emotion or anger.
Everyone was sitting upright, not daring to take a breath, they were all controlling their breathing rate, as if they didn't dare to attract his attention.
"There is news from the realm that there are big monks beheading Feishou on the flanks of the battlefield, and they have piled up into mountains. I don't know how many monks have protected my realm."
Baili Zhonghu's words were light and calm, but his voice was quite gentle, "I want to meet this man."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the gentle tone felt an inexplicable and unexplainable terror, as if the person sitting on the handsome chair was not alone.
"Marshal, when will we leave?"
"today."
"But the origin of this person is unknown, the Marshal has to be careful."
"This person is probably an old monster that Dali has been hiding for many years, but now he is beheading Feishou on the flank of the battlefield in such a high-profile way, he is probably coming for our Zhanjie camp."
……
Everyone you say, I analyze the situation in a word, seeing quite far.
"Don't think too much, as long as you are a monk who dares to go to the battlefield to kill Feishou, you will be respected by this commander."
Baili Zhonghu opened his mouth lightly, his indifferent eyes swept across all parties, everyone was sitting on pins and needles, and dared not say more.
He stood up slowly, his eyes suddenly exuded an unparalleled murderous aura, and looked at the sand table of the border battlefield, with an unspeakable hatred of Feishou, this clan will be destroyed!
Everyone followed and got up, fighting with great enthusiasm, and the flags of all parties were dancing wildly, as if they could hardly bear the power.
Above the barracks, ten Zhanjie boats set sail grandly, incomparably magnificent, and headed towards the edge of the battlefield's flanks. There was no formation on them, and they were left to be blown by the strong wind.
……
The front flanks of the battlefield.
The three figures sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain of corpses slowly opened their eyes, and they all looked towards the sky.
hum—
hum—
Ten huge warships appeared in the sky, with an indomitable momentum, and there were even battle flags standing on them. They were the battleships they saw at the beginning.
Chen Xun stood up with a smile, and finally came. He didn't know what kind of big man he was.
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I wish you all: In this world of fireworks, the time is fading, and the sun is shining all the way, all the way forward.
