The long sword held by a practitioner wearing a moon-white long gown is also moon-white. After the true energy flows into the sword body of the long sword, the gathered heaven and earth energy only condenses into a thin and smooth luster flows on the surface of the sword body.

The sword seemed light but was extremely tough and sharp. The two powerful men above the fifth realm he killed were cut off by him and his weapons.

The general who stood silently like a part of the abandoned chariot was extremely patient. He waited until the luster of the moon white sword dimmed before he suddenly moved.

A muffled sound suddenly sounded under his feet, like a giant hammer striking at something wrapped in cotton.

This sound made the battle formation where the wolf in the distance curled up and shivered, and no one noticed it at all. However, in the next moment, the Qing armored general became the focus of everyone around him.

The two air waves flipped to the sides as his body advanced.

The surging power made all the sergeants on his way forward turn out to both sides with the air waves.

The green armor on his body originally looked like there was no pattern in the dark night, but at this moment it was covered with extremely dense black and golden runes.

The hot air hit the runes, sputtering golden Mars.

Sensing the breath bursting out from the general's body, the swordsman wearing a moon-white robe suddenly turned pale. This was the time when he was weak, but in a sense, it was also the strongest moment in his life.

Because his opponent's unprecedented strength is bound to stimulate all his strength, including the ultimate means of saving his life.

A white crystal hangs in front of him with a unique aura of the natal creature. White flames fell into the long sword in his hand like flowing water. At the same time, the sound of giant mountains moving and roaring came from the sky.

Many flying swords in this sky wailed in fear and avoided them.

An uncontrollable scream of horror sounded.

Although I saw this swordsman in the moon-white long gown killing people like grass, even the five-level powerful people were killed casually, this person had been hiding before, until now, the people around me suddenly realized that this person was a true master of the seventh level.

At this time, the Qingkai general had already rushed in front of him.

There was a sharp crack sound.

A dazzling purple flame surged out of the Qingkai general's hands.

Dong!

The dull drum sounded between heaven and earth.

However, this dull sound covered most of the sounds on the battlefield at this time, making everyone's hearts pound.

The figure of the swordsman wearing a moon-white long gown disappeared instantly.

When the people around him came to their senses, they realized that the body of the seventh-level sword master had turned into a white stream of light in the night, and they were shaken away many feet behind.

The Qingkai general's body stood still.

His figure looked extremely tall because the blue armor on his body began to crack.

The runes shining with golden light seemed to absorb the impact of the battle just now, but the result was that the green armor itself was cracked and was blown away by the rolling true energy on his body.

There is a thin middle-aged man in the blue armor inside of Beng Fei.

His right hand was tightly holding a piece of purple things like a short stick, his face a little haggard and melancholy, but he was indescribable.

"General Fan!"

In such a long period of chaos and strangle, even the strong men in the seventh realm were powerless, and everyone else was naturally even more tired. However, the moment the middle-aged man showed his figure, countless cheers and shouts were heard, and many people instantly gained strength and courage, and even gained the confidence to win.

In such a battle formation, in this whole world, only a general surnamed Fan can give his own soldiers so confidence.

The Great Chu Dynasty, Fan Dongliu, the general of Yumeng.

One side is the Chu army, the other side is mostly black-robed and mysterious armor, and most of the practitioners are sword masters, so this is naturally the army of the Qin Dynasty.

Listening to the shouts and cheers at this time, it is conclusive that the original chief general of the Chu army here did not know that Fan Dongliu would be here.

Seeing that the master in the moon-white long gown was shocked by a blow, several swordsmen wearing light armor or civilian clothes were showing grief on their faces and flew towards Fan Dongliu.

Fan Dongliu's face was as usual. The purple objects like short sticks on his right hand emitted a gem-like light. A unique aura penetrated into his body in reverse, but his right hand was still hanging, and his left hand used his finger as a sword, shooting purple sword light, easily assassinating several sword masters.

He is one of the few strong men in the Great Chu Dynasty. His strength is far superior to the seventh level master of the same level. He endured himself in the previous battle, so he wanted to play a decisive role at this time.

As soon as he killed these sword masters, his body flew up and headed north, landing towards a large and heavy chariot at a speed faster than most flying swords.

This chariot is like a square tripod, which is different from an ordinary chariot, and there are strange metal vertical meshs surrounding it to prevent the impact of the talisman.

In the middle of the chariot, an old man sat alone.

The old man didn't use a sword, but every time his breath stormed, a certain ground on the battlefield would churn in an instant, and the Chu army practitioners who were on it would immediately lose their traces.

In Fan Dongliu's eyes, this old man was the most threatening figure on the battlefield at this time.

Not only is the opponent necessarily at the seventh level of cultivation, but every strike of the old man seems to be scheduling the situation on the entire battlefield, and every strike of his is accumulating victory for the Qin army.

Fan Dongliu could not think of a general like this in the Great Qin Dynasty besides those whom he was familiar with.

But he was sure that as long as the old man was successfully killed, the war would end with their victory.

The master wearing a moon-white long gown was Gongyang Ningyi, who was born in the Luoshen Sword Academy. He was also the only person on his way to assassinate the old man that could pose a fatal threat to him. At this time, he successfully solved the threat with the cost of more than a dozen cultivators and a piece of imperial golden armor. In his opinion, no one could interfere with his fight with the old man anymore.

However, at this moment, Fan Dongliu suddenly felt an extraordinary aura.

He raised his head in disbelief and looked at the endless altitude above.

Several faint white lights suddenly appeared in the endless high altitude.

These faint white lights are not the light of the flying sword, but the real flames.

Above the endless altitude, the falling white sparks.

At this moment, Fan Dongliu thought of many stories.

Such sparks have appeared many times on the battlefields of the battle between the Great Qin Dynasty and the Han, Zhao and Wei Dynasty.

There are many famous generals who fall in such a spark.

This represents one of the most powerful inheritances in Bashan Sword Field. It is just that the legendary female practitioner who has used such power many times has completely changed his identity.

"admire."

An unspeakable bitterness appeared on Fan Dongliu's mouth. He immediately guessed the identity of the old man. The incredible feeling in his eyes quickly turned into emotion. He said to himself softly: "I didn't expect you to leave Changling and come here... Then isn't Changling now just an empty city?"

...

Lushan.

The sky will be bright.

Only the last several stone steps were left in front of Emperor Yuanwu.

From the iron-armored warship docked in the shallow nearest to Lushan, he walked all the way, and when he climbed the mountain, he just took a night to go.

In his perception, he could no longer feel the strange fluctuations coming from the distant wilderness.

He knew that the battle had settled, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

Coincidentally, a thin meteor passed through the white sky at this time.

"It's a good time to fall the star."

Such astrology will be judged and recorded by historians, but he has made a judgment and said this to Huang Zhenwei behind him.
Chapter completed!