Chapter 1080: Blood fire

Among the onlookers of many players, the black dragon was beaten and shouted, and there was no power to fight back.
"President, I can't hold it anymore, and I ask the First Army of the Tiaoxuehai to join the war!" Seeing that a large number of casualties were about to begin, the spear finally yelled out of his own face.
The tone was very ashamed, and he wanted to find a gap to get into the center of the earth.
The commander Huashen has two combat powers, the Yuan Ying has more than one thousand combat powers, and the Jindan-level condensed true combat power is more than 500,000.
Such a force is actually unable to defeat the corps commanded by more than a dozen kings who cannot understand the formation!
This is the shame of a military monk!
Although the difference between warrior and immortal cultivator, native immortal cultivator and player cultivator is not so big, but others do not care so much, he can already imagine the wanton smear of him by many tabloids and the ruthless ridicule of many colleagues.
"Allow, go back and study hard."
"Yes! President!" Pike was greatly relieved.
Clang! Clang!
In the unidentified gaze of Dulong King and other White Bone Wuzong Kings, the sound of flying swords unsheathed one after another, connecting into the ocean, and more than 50,000 flying swords flew out into streamers, covering the entire battlefield.
The flying swords were connected by mysterious formation patterns. Before the Dulong King and others could react, the nearby space was blurred, and a vast and boundless blood-colored sword domain descended.
boom! boom! boom!
Thirty-six Heavenly Blood Swords fell from the sky and landed in the bone army. Regardless of kings and ordinary warriors, all of them were turned into ashes within a few miles with the Heavenly Blood Sword as the center.
"...No!" Dulong King was frightened and wanted to escape instinctively, but it was of no use.
The space is solidified like iron, and it is a luxury to play with the cultivation base of the peak of the king, the gap between the two is too huge.
"The sledge knife kills the chicken, no, it kills the mosquito." The spear was also a little speechless.
Without his control, the black dragon was blurred and scattered, revealing the same shocked faces of the Twelfth Army soldiers.
There are 50,000 people, only one-tenth of them. Why is there such a huge gap in the strength of the battle formation?
Zhao Shi and Lava King's expressions instantly became serious, staring at the battlefield.
The whole body of the Dulong King was imprisoned, but his spiritual sense was still there, and the space shook crazily and roared: "Old ancestor... please do it!"
Wanli space stagnated at this time, and all the movement disappeared.
Click~
Zhao Shi raised his head and looked towards the sky. At some point in the space under the blazing sun, a hair-thin gap was cracked, and it quickly spread in all directions, becoming a spider web.
Ping pong!
Fragments from the Baili Space suddenly sputtered outwards, and a dark ghost claw emerged from the depths of the endless space, carrying a cold, damp wind, freezing the human soul.
He turned a blind eye to the spear and the others, and tore through his breath that imprisoned Dulong King and the others' 36 swords, and grabbed Zhao Shi, Huanghuo, and Lava King, who were the most aura of life in the scene, like a goshawk. Rat, everything is so natural, not in the slightest violent smoke.
Zhao Shi's eyes were dull, the surrounding space, time, and even the circulation of the universe disappeared, leaving only the stern ghost claws, occupying the whole world and engulfing the soul.
"No, this is the will of martial arts that confuses me!" He woke up suddenly and shouted sharply, "Huang Huo!"
"Yes, I understand."
Huang Huo took a deep breath and embraced the golden orange cat. The golden light spots on the top of his head instantly spread to all directions and floated to every regiment-level commander of the three services.
Countless trainings and at least hundreds of years of tempering caused the soldiers to respond instantly, and the blood and fire domain that covered tens of thousands of miles in the sky came hazy.
The golden and red intertwined flames are burning, the power is highly concentrated, and the space is not compromised.
The true meaning of the mighty martial arts that kept everyone's souls stagnant has disappeared, and the ghost claws in the sky are still terrifying, but it is no longer the feeling that makes people look and feel desperate.
Zhao Shi stared at the ghost claw in the blood and fire, but did not make a move.
"what?"
Perceiving that his martial arts true intent was broken, a voice of uncertainty came from Baili's pitch-black crack. It seemed that he could not believe that the martial arts true intent had lost its influence without smelling any powerful breath.
"It's weird, but it's still going to die."
The voice in the dark crack was cold and whispered, without revealing the real body, the speed of the dark ghost claws suddenly accelerated, all the rules along the way were torn by brute force, and the space would never heal for thousands of years.
"Dead? A martial arts savage." Huang Huo snorted, the boundless blood and fire gathered at her, reorganizing and folding quickly in the order of the formation.
While breathing, a lifelike blood-red phoenix appeared between heaven and earth.
cry!
She raised her slender neck and screamed happily, her every move was full of elegance and nobility. The ghost claws in front of her were like evil spirits that offended the gods, and she didn't get her direct gaze.
Naturally, ghost claws will not be moved at all because of her noble beauty. The speed is faster and more ruthless. The dark air lingering between ghost claws is cold and cold, freezing everything.
In a blink of an eye, the ghost claws penetrated within a hundred miles of the blood-fire phoenix, and it was almost possible to cut off the head of this arrogant phoenix.
Click! Click!
The distance of a hundred miles is no different for Da Neng, but it has suffered an unimaginable strong resistance, its advancing speed has dropped sharply, and pieces of flame-colored space debris are splashing.
The space that could be broken by even the martial artist of the Divine Bridge Realm in the past has become extremely hard at this moment, and the ghost claws containing the power of power will dim every step of the black energy around the claws, and it will be consumed when the space of blood and fire is broken through fifty miles. Exhausted.
The Ghost Claw also stayed here, and could no longer move forward.
There was a strange silence.
"Refining the virtual space! Refining the virtual space! ... the remnant of the first dragon! You are related to the remnant of the first dragon one hundred thousand years ago!" A roar of black bones came from the pitch-black crack, even if there was an interval of one hundred thousand years, Da Neng passed through The three generations still remember the records of that year still fresh.
"The answer is correct, but you still have to die."
Huang Huo curled his mouth, the blood fire phoenix screamed, and took the initiative to kill, a golden red flame spit out from her mouth, quickly entangling the ghost claws, and quickly spreading to the distant body with his arms. .
"But the ants with the help of foreign objects, dare to speak wildly!"
Hei Bone was furious, and the damp black mist like the waves stretched out from his arms, blocking the spread of the golden red flames.
Accompanied by another clicking sound, the space of Baili shattered, and a brand new skeleton ghost claw emerged from the remote unknown space and turned into a sharp spear to stab her head.
Huang Huo unceremoniously spit out golden red flames at him again, and the blood-fire space continued to recover as the blood-colored flames continued to flow in.
The two were constantly clashing in the sky of the Flame Sacred Mountain. The sky was shattered and could not be healed for a long time. The violent fluctuations of the powerful fighting spread to the depths of the universe.
The White Tiger, who was about to enter the retreat to digest the fruits of the battle, woke up and cast shocked glances at the Huo Lingxing.
The gloomy nine-headed dragon flying on the edge of the universe showed joy, with anticipation, passively accepting the fluctuations of the battle, not daring to take the initiative to probe, and waited quietly.