Chapter 283: The spear is holding the grievances, and the demon blood must be sacrificed to heaven and man!

Before dawn, Meicheng sent troops. There were two Daluo Jinxian, more than 20 Jinxian fighters, one hundred heavenly immortals, and 19,672 soldiers from the fairyland.
These soldiers are all plain, with white silk on their foreheads, but their eyes are bloodshot.
The art of war cloud, mourning the soldiers will win.
But Yang Jian, as the master general, was a little worried about whether this Meishan's last soldier would be put in by themselves.
The drum sound was a little dull, Meishan was silent up and down, and there were a pair of eyes in the mountains looking at the sky.
The demon of Meishan mostly didn't know what was going on. They looked up at the crowd of crowded figures above. Although Mei Kongmei was the ancestor of Meishan, she didn't tell the Eight Demon of Meishan everything.
The Golden Demon Wang Linzhi and others naturally knew about the changes in Meicheng, but they didn't understand why these changes happened. They thought that the human race was in conflict, and they drank alcohol to celebrate last night.
But by the day of the day, the three armies joined the battle, and the resentment of the soldiers of Meicheng was frozen in the wind, and Meishan could not be stabilized.
A big battle is already inevitable.
Venus is born in the east, and the dawn is coming; the fairies of the heavenly palace dare not weave the sunrise, lest they miss the life and death event here.
There was a cloud in the sky, and a figure stood in front of the cloud. The slender figure remained motionless, but it was like a mountain, and the crowd of demons could not breathe.
Yang Jian held the three-pointed two-edged gun in his hand, his pale yellow robe had no wrinkles, the golden bow and silver bullets were pinned to his waist, and the snarling dog stood beside his legs.
Behind him is a plain Meicheng soldier.
On the side, the Twelve Commanders erected a big drum, and Ao Ji held the drum handle and waited quietly.
Yang Jian suddenly said, "Beat the drum."
"De Ling!" Ao Ji yelled, throwing the club in his hand and slamming it on the drum.
Boom!
A shock wave swept all around, and the nearly 200,000 soldiers and horses in the sky were shocked!
Almost at the same time, the magic weapon telescope was set up in the High Heaven Hall, and the Dragon Palace Dragon Girls and Dragon Girls gathered together, begging several elders to work together to do a huge water mirror.
Honghuang, the Three Realms, the sky, and the underground, one after another stared at this place.
Yuquan Mountain, on the edge of the cliff in front of Jinxia Cave, the real Jade Ding, who said he was going to retreat, stood there quietly, watching the northwest direction.
On the golden mountain in Hezhou, Xiniu, a sorrowful Taoist opened his eyes, seeing through the endless universe, his eyes revealing thoughts.
In the prehistoric five continents, I don't know how many people are waiting for this battle; now the South Continent has begun, and the conflict between the human race and the monster race has suddenly broken out.
Chaos Sea, Mei Kongmei, who was guiding the two human snake-tailed figures, suddenly felt a little uneasy.
But the predecessor is still far away. Although her injuries have healed, she still can't rush back right away. She pinches and calculates, but feels that the predecessor is chaotic and unspeakable. It should be a catastrophe that has been blinded.
Meishan.
咚, 咚咚...
Prince Long Gong beat the drum,
Behind Yang Jian, a shout resounded across the sky!
"Start the battle!"
"Condensation!"
"Attracting supernatural power!"
Above the sky, the 100,000 heavenly soldiers who laid the nets of heaven and earth roared at the same time: "War!"
Under the heavenly soldiers, the masters of the Immortal Dao were concentrating on each other, with magic weapons in their hands and magical powers.
The dragon palace shrimp soldiers and crabs will deal with it with all their attention, and the 20,000 soldiers in Meicheng will hold their breath!
Dongtian, the Golden Crow probe, the heaven and earth's vitality has a hint of heat.
Countless pairs of eyes were watching Yang Jian's raised left hand. When Yang Jian's left hand fell, one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers waved down their long soldiers at the same time!
Click! Zizi!
The electric snake danced wildly, and a hundred thousand thunder appeared between heaven and earth, blasting away at Meishan! The whole Meishan turned into a thunder sea power grid in a blink of an eye, and there was a miserable howl in the mountains!
This is the power of the heavenly soldiers!
The soldiers behind Yang Jian were ready to move, but Yang Jian had made three chapters before, and no one should disrupt military discipline.
"Yang Jian, you are deceiving too much!"
There was a violent shout in the mountain, and a reckless man in blue armor rushed up into the sky, carrying a big knife in his hand, and yelling at Yang Jian: "I am the leader of Meishan, Wang Linzhi! You dare to fight to the death with me! I'm defeated, I'm here today. If you are defeated, just pack up my troops and get out..."
call out--
This dragon spirit's call was directly interrupted by a sharp arrow. Wang Linzhi raised his hand to cut off the attacking arrow, staring at a young general among the heavenly soldiers and horses.
Wang Linzhi scolded angrily: "Dignified heaven, can it only hurt people with secret arrows!"
"Huh!" The young general was also very angry, and was about to rush down to fight Wang Linzhi.
Yang Jian's voice spread between heaven and earth, blocking the young general in place.
"This dog, when I come to kill."
"Yes!" The young general Tianting with his quiver on his shoulders was frantic, and he saluted Yang Jian from a distance, stood upright, and didn't even look at the dragon essence.
Suddenly listening to the sound of sky-shaking drums above Meishan, I saw a big flag erected in the mountain, and the top of the hill that had just been baptized by the sky thunder was suddenly full of demons!
The group of demons shook the sky and shouted, the gongs and drums were messy but they claimed to be imposing, and it was a human-like white ape who beat the drum.
"The king will win!"
"The king will win!"
Ten thousand monsters shouted together, Wang Linzhi was shocked, raised his head and roared through the nine heavens!
Above the High Heaven Hall, the Jade Emperor sitting on the high seat frowned and asked: "This demon is so arrogant, what magical power does it have?"
"Return to Your Majesty," Taibai Venus came out more and more, swept the dust, and slowly arrived: "This is a 10,000-year-old flood dragon who has gained the way, instead of transforming the dragon, he has done a demon repair. Tens of thousands of years. His skills are not weak, but he is also a horribly trained physical supernatural power, which happens to be a rival to the true monarch of Erlang."
"That's it," the Jade Emperor chuckled lightly, "I can see my nephew show off his power today."
In the corner, a young general raised his fist and yelled: "The true monarch will win!"
A group of veterans turned their heads to look, and the canopy, who had just been promoted because of the vacancy of the Lingxiao Palace generals, shrank his neck and bowed his hands to apologize.
Before Yang Jian went to the Heavenly Palace, the Jade Emperor used this to arrange some old military generals with corpse positions to take care of them everywhere. This gave the canopy the opportunity to advance.
Fortunately, the Jade Emperor's gaze had been looking at the picture in the Bao Qianli Mirror, and the sky fluffed, and hurriedly stood there, lest he rushed into Tianwei with excitement.
Above Meishan, Wang Linzhi shouted: "Yang Jian! I won't come down to fight!"
"Time to explain the funeral with you, are you in a hurry to die?"
Yang Jian replied unceremoniously, and stared at Yang Jian with a blushing face and red face, wishing to swallow Yang Jian in one bite.
Yang Jian took a step forward, and the world suddenly became very quiet.
Three-pointed and two-edged slanting fingers, snarling hounds!
Yang Jian flew forward slowly, as if nothing had taken this dragon spirit in his eyes; many senior immortals frowned, always feeling that Yang Jian was a little big, but don't suffer from this monster's hands.
One person's defeat is trivial, it damages the military's might and involves defeat, but that is not very good.
"Your ancestor Mei is empty and charming, but in the mountains?" Yang Jian asked softly.
Jiaolongjing was taken aback, but sneered: "I don't need my ancestor to take care of you! She has already traveled in Chaos. If she is here, you soldiers and horses, I am afraid that it will be difficult to leave one today!"
"is it?"
Yang Jian responded casually, still walking forward.
"Don't be here to look down on the Great King!" Jiaolong was anxious and shouted loudly. The long knife in his hand suddenly rose from the sky, and there was a sharp blade of light on it.
The sword light is a hundred zhang, and does not send out, but exudes a cold killing intent.
Yang Jian held the gun in one hand, pointed at the dragon essence from the tip of the gun, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.
The essence of Jiaolong was really stimulated by Yang Jian's inconvenience, and he shouted: "Take my life!" His arms were violent, his hands were grasping the handle of the knife, and he waved a hundred-foot-long blade, and slashed towards Yang Jian!
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a sharp glow in his eyes!
when!
A dull sound echoed far away in the world!
The Hundred-Zhang Dao's light came fiercely, but was understated by the tip of a spear against the blade, directly unable to move, and there was a faint tendency to collapse.
Yang Jian's figure remained motionless, and his blade was actually only as far apart as a three-pointed two-bladed gun.
The left hand was raised flat, and he held the barrel of the gun. The barrel of the gun was like his figure, like a mountain or a rock, motionless.
Jiaolongjing stared at the scene in front of him, feeling incredible.
Yang Jian cultivated his body, he also cultivated his body, why...why...
The monster clan's estimation of Yang Jian's strength still remained before Yang Jian entered the tomb of Xuanyuan; a few days ago, although Yang Jian killed two monster clan leaders in the kingdom of heaven, that time was a surprise attack after all, not a head-on fight.
What happened after entering Xuanyuan's grave?
Yang Jian got the Xuangui Remains. There are now nearly sixty Xuanzhu; Kong Xuan threw it into the Chaos Clock, but he used the blood of the phoenix to cast the magic weapon completely.
This is how the group of demons can't believe it, the generals of the heavenly court are secretly frightened, and the dragon chin that is about to fall to the ground...
Yang Jian's complexion gradually became cold, and the three-pointed two-bladed spear shook lightly, and the blade of the sword burst into pieces!
Withdrawing, rushing forward, the three-pointed two-edged spear contains the sharpness enough to break the mountain, and it is fiercely attacking and killing the dragon spirit!
"what!"
The figure of Jiaolong Jing Wang Linzhi was shaken back two steps, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com's heart is full of unwillingness, long hair is erected, and a burst of blood gushes out of his body. It is actually at the beginning of the hands that he used a desperate secret method!
Burn blood! Raise the knife! Forward!
Wang Linzhi put aside all distractions at this time, just to win a battle with Yang Jian!
"Yang Jian! I will never let you step into Meishan today!"
"Humph."
Yang Jian just let out a cold snort, no spear shadow, no luck, the three-pointed two-bladed gun pulled out three spears, and if the plum blossoms bloom proudly...
Physically tyrannical?
Then accompany you to fight for the strength of the flesh!
Yang Jian said coldly: "Meicheng matters, blood needs to be leveled."
Before the words fell, the two figures had hit one place!