Four Hundred and Fortieth Eight Chapters World War I Ascended the King (Fourteen)

Iron Tower Demon Shiyong was panic-stricken, his tall iron tower-like body swayed from side to side in embarrassment, and quickly backed away, as if trying to avoid something.

Behind him, a stream of light flashed past, hitting his back.

The iron tower magic stone roared bravely: "Iron Tower Vajra Body", its body is shining with golden light, like a vajra standing in the air.

However, with a bang, Sun Chenxiang's representative ugly sword broke his protective energy and his vajra voice, and hit him hard on the back.

The iron tower demon uttered a terrifying roar. Amidst the roar, his gleaming golden body unexpectedly shattered from the middle of the sword. Before the roar fell, Shi Yong's body, standing in the air like an iron tower, was already like a shattered golden statue. It turned into a pile of gold powder, and scattered in all directions amidst the roaring sound.

Iron tower magic stone brave, fall!

Almost at the same time, Tian Hongjian, the corpse demon, with disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and blood dripping from his fingers, ran in another direction, and did not escape very far. Behind him, two streaks of crimson horses shot towards him.

With two puffs, one pierce pierced through his protective qi, pierced through his chest, and flew into the air with a beating heart, while the other pierce pierced the corpse piercer's temples, bringing A drop of bright red blood flew out.

Tian Hongjian let out an incomparably shrill scream, and fell down.

The corpse demon Tian Hongjian, fell.

Inside the battlefield, there was a dead silence.

The three figures suddenly separated, and then, dizzyingly, the two top foundation-establishing demon cultivators fell on the spot almost at the same time, in no particular order.

The little-known Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang used one against two, beheading two top foundation cultivators forcefully.

how so?

How is this possible?

The battlefield was dead silent, and no one could believe this fact.

Liu Hua was dumbfounded, and suddenly said to Song Xiaoli: "Elder Sister, Elder Brother is so fierce..."

Yes, it's so fierce! Sun Hao's senior sisters all had the same idea at this time.

Sun Hao flashed out, and with a clear whistle, Chen Xiangjian stabbed straight in three sections, and finally the sword was like a mountain. With boundless aura, he killed the iron tower demon Shiyong, turned the peerless god into a horse, and directly pierced the two vital points of the corpse demon Tian Hong sword, killing him.

After making meritorious deeds and killing two enemies in one fell swoop, Sun Hao sighed quietly: "Brother Iron Tower, Brother Corpse. It's a good journey", he sighed. But he leaped forward and headed towards the direction of Lufan Demon Yang Zhangliang.

Compared with other monks, perhaps he was mentally prepared for the result. Before Sun Hao made a pounce, Lushan Zhangliang had already reacted quickly. With a clear whistle in his mouth and a slight shake of the feather fan, he fought again and roared : "Playing a long snake. Set fire and attack."

Following his loud roar, at the point of Lufan, five hundred elite demon cultivators all launched a blow, attacking Sun Hao who was rushing forward.

Sun Hao laughed loudly, neither dodging nor dodging, withstood all kinds of attacks that were gorgeous like fireworks. Crazy rush up.

All kinds of attacks landed on Sun Hao, and the five-inch body shield that was about to be completed, even if the attacks of five hundred elite demon cultivators fell on him, it could not hurt Sun Hao at all.

Sun Hao rushed towards Lushan Zhangliang without hesitation at an extremely fast speed.

This kind of aura?

As soon as the war stopped, it immediately started again. This time it was Sun Hao who rushed to Lushan Zhangliang's elite battle formation.

Pick five hundred.

Although there are many five hundred demon cultivators, they are like ants shaking an elephant, unable to break through the defense. Sun Haosun Chenxiang fiercely resisted the attack of the five hundred demon cultivators and charged directly.

Once again, Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang showed their incomparably ferocious side.

Top-level foundation-building monks like Five Demons and Five Swords. It is also possible to fight against a battle formation like Zhang Liang, but it must not be like Sun Hao Chenxiang, arbitrarily facing the overlord head-on.

A handsome young man also has such an elegant domineering and domineering side.

Yes, elegant and domineering, with all kinds of attacks coming, Sun Hao's body shook slightly, as if shaking off the dust on his body, blocking these attacks, with a smile on his face, he strode forward, facing the wind like a tree, and directly killed Yang Zhangliang.

In terms of harm, Sun Hao felt that Lufan Demon Yang Zhangliang was still above other top foundation-building demon cultivators, and in this battle, Lufan Zhangliang would definitely be killed.

Yang Zhangliang sighed in his heart, and finally realized the helplessness and unwillingness Shamo Lu Shan faced Sun Hao.

I also finally understand why Shamo Lu Shan is willing to intercept Qingyun Sword Liu Peijie, rather than face Sun Hao, because Sun Hao's combat power has surpassed Shamo by a large margin, and someone with such combat power as Sun Hao Foundation Establishment disciples, even the kind of giant sect that dominates the mainland is quite rare.

Such a foundation-building disciple unexpectedly appeared in Qingyun Sect.

At this time, Lushan Zhangliang seemed to have seen the final outcome of Shengzong's formation. Unless a golden core battle broke out, Shengzong would lose.

Iron Tower Moyun, Corpse Moyun, his feather fan is the backbone of the Five Elements Demon Sect. If he wants to escape at this time, it is not impossible, but if he escapes, it means that the entire battlefield will collapse. Disciple, how much did you escape?

The feather fan shook lightly, and Yang Zhangliang issued a series of orders to retreat in an orderly manner. Finally, he looked up to the sky and laughed.

Yin played and danced, and in the midst of a big laugh, spouted blood three times in a row, and then sang loudly, "Heroes are the stem of demons; The ancestors cheered, and the three strategies possessed..."

Amidst the singing, Lu Shan Yang Zhangliang flew into the air, hugged the fan with both hands, and bowed slightly around: "Today, if you and I retreat, how many disciples will survive behind us? This battle is only a battle of the dead. Fellow Taoists, can you help Zhang Liang?" With a helping hand, die generously together?"

Five hundred elite disciples looked forward.

Sun Hao, who came leisurely and leisurely, immediately understood Yang Zhangliang's meaning, Mr. Lushan is going to fight to the death and never retreat.

Looking around, the fellow demon cultivators who were fighting and retreating, the five hundred elites immediately understood that they were the last bastion of this formation, and the moment they were wiped out was the moment when the battle situation of the Holy Sect would completely collapse. Lord Lushan was afraid It is to lead everyone, stop the vicious tiger on the opposite side, and buy time for other comrades to retreat.

What's more, Lord Lushan spewed blood and burned his life essence again, but he had the will to die.

Moxiu, especially those who grew up in the sect, are all passionate people, and they shouted loudly: "Master Lushan, fight hard, we will fight with you..."

"The heaven and the earth are open, the five elements are gushing, the water is gurgling, the trees are lush, golden, the fire is raging, the soil is wide, the holy sect is born, and heroes emerge from the five directions..."

Lushan Yangzhangliang hummed the "Five Elements Psalm" in a low voice, and the five hundred elite disciples of demon cultivators hummed in unison, their voices were low and powerful, and a solemn and stirring momentum pervaded the battlefield.

Sun Hao was unmoved, always smiling, and walked forward calmly.

Every step, there are demon cultivators blocking the way, one after another fell under Sun Hao's Chenxiang sword, in the air, like dumpling, killing ten demons in one step, without mercy.

There is no right or wrong in the battle between dao and demons, it is a battle for resources.

On the battlefield, there is no right or wrong, only victory or defeat.

Five hundred elite demon cultivators, under Yang Zhangliang's command, followed one after another with various formations and tactics, and they rushed at Sun Hao one after another. Many monks even sang loudly and killed Sun Hao. Beside him, he exploded himself, just to stop Sun Hao from advancing.

There are also many demon cultivators who even desperately blocked Sun Hao with their bodies. Although they knew it was futile, they just wanted to slow Sun Hao down for a while.

Among the hymns, Moxiu's desperate way of fighting can be called tragic.

Many of the devil cultivator disciples who retreated while fighting, had tears in their eyes, and gradually moved away from the battlefield while singing the solemn and stirring hymn of the Five Elements.

Sun Hao admired the courage and fighting spirit of the demon cultivator on the other side who went to death generously, but he had to kill if he had to, and he would kill ten demons in one step, without mercy.

Although he was protected by Gang Qi, the blood splashed after killing Moxiu still stained Sun Hao's lapel red.

The blood evil reflected Sun Hao's bald head a blood red.

The three flying swords were covered with bloodstains.

Five hundred demon cultivators, plus some demon cultivators who voluntarily and generously went to die later, rushed to kill, how many monks Sun Hao killed before and after, I can't remember clearly, I only know that there are many, many.

Sun Hao's target is Lushan Yang Zhangliang, but all demon cultivators standing in front of him will be killed.

After some fighting, Sun Hao stepped forward and stood in front of Lushan Yang Zhangliang. Around the two of them, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, all of which were the corpses of demon cultivator disciples scattered on the ground.

Standing with his sword on top of the mountain of corpses, Sun Hao smiled indifferently: "Brother Zhang Liang."

Yin played the dance, Yang Zhangliang held the fan in both hands, and bowed slightly to Sun Hao: "Chen Xiang is good at cultivation, Zhang Liang admires it."

Sun Hao sighed slightly: "Brother Zhang Liang is a great talent, but Chen Xiang can't keep you."

Yang Zhangliang hugged his fan and bowed: "Thank you Chen Xiang for your attention, Zhang Liang feels very honored."

Sun Hao looked into the distance, and sighed leisurely: "Sun Hao has destroyed countless enemies along the way, and his hands are bloody. However, he has never regretted it. Today, he is a little uneasy. If it is not for the different camps, if it is not for the On the battlefield, Sun Haoxuan and brother Zhang Liang can talk about wine, shake hands and talk happily."

A blush flashed across Yang Zhangliang's pale face, he embraced the feather fan, and laughed: "Sorrow is not sorrow, life is parting, joy is joy, new acquaintance, Zhang Liang is about to die, but there is aloe to see him off, it is also considered a life. Great fun."

Sun Hao nodded and asked with a faint smile, "Can Zhang Liang play chess?"

Zhang Liang shook his feather fan lightly: "Know a thing or two."

Sun Hao flicked his wrist, and a jade chessboard appeared between the two of them. He jumped up, sat cross-legged on one end of the chessboard, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhang Liang, please."

"Being obedient is worse than being respectful," Yang Zhangliang also smiled slightly, sitting on the other side of the chessboard.

The two sat on the sea of ​​blood, chatting happily, like old friends for many years, playing chess and discussing the way.

Matsushita plays two or three pieces of chess, the sound of killing is loud and the smoke of gunpowder blows away; the sea of ​​blood is boundless, and the chess game is here, and the autumn wind is falling and people are desolate.

In two hours, the shouts of killing on the battlefield gradually subsided, and Qingyunmen won the Ganguling battle in an all-round way. Qingyunmen disciples looked at the two people who were still playing chess on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood from a distance.

When the chess game finally wins or loses.

After a long time, in the sky, Sun Hao sighed: "Brother Zhang Liang, let's go."

Immediately, on the battlefield, there was a long singing voice: "Naihe Bridge, Naihe Bridge, seven inches wide and ten thousand feet high; when the strong wind blows, it will sway, and if the small wind blows, it will sway; those who are blessed pass on the bridge, those who are not blessed The man fell off the bridge..." (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come)<