It was the same time for breathing, and more than a hundred great generals were reluctant to fall to the ground.

The soldiers of the Three Kingdoms were shocked, and the sound of war drums and horns were heard in the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom, and countless soldiers shouted and cheered for Lao Tie.

The senior officials of many clans of the Wei Dynasty changed their colors and flew to the sky one by one, looking at the movement here.

The senior officials of Dawu roared angrily, and finally a military formation composed of a thousand generals from the Taizang realm rushed out.

Lao Tie exposed his upper body and walked towards the thousand-man army step by step.

The long spear in his hand trembled, and the shadows of guns burst out. The military formation that had killed dozens of people before was only a breath; the military formation that had killed more than a hundred people was only a breath; the military formation that had killed more than a hundred people was just a breath; the military formation that had been a thousand people was actually just a breath, and a whole thousand generals from the Fetus Realm fell to the ground at the same time.

Lao Tie is in the core, thousands of people are around, and a thousand people fall neatly backwards, as if a blood-colored sunflower is blooming in place.

Lao Tie's entire body was more than a hundred times stronger than before. He held a spear and pointed hard at the Dawu Army formation: "Do you dare to fight?"

The Great Wei army formation was silent.

The Dawu Army formation was speechless.

Even the military formations of the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom, the soldiers who beat drums and trumpets, stopped in fear.

With one breath, kill a thousand generals from the Fetal Tibetan Realm.

The power used by Lao Tie is clearly just the realm of fertility.

In the same Taizang Realm, how could the gap in combat power be so huge?

"Not human..." After a long time, a long time ago, an old man from the Linghu clan muttered in a low voice.
Chapter completed!