This is a poem that praises the soul of the military and sings the martyrs.

The poems shake the world, the cold wind blows slowly, and the place where the barracks are located suddenly changes.

The setting sun shines, the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and the wreckage of countless soldiers covers the earth.

"The Confucian Sect's Yitian Art?" Tong Suqiu killed the enemy immortal, took back the Tianqin Fairyland, shook it gently, and countless minced meat scattered on the battlefield.

Looking further away, the enemy immortals had almost been slaughtered.

In addition to their familiar companions, the powerful and strangers brought by the Marquis of Yunyang should not be underestimated. One of them used scarecrows to curse the art of driving the three immortals to commit suicide. One of them used spices to make endless poisonous mist and turned the two immortals into pus and blood...

...

Yi Yue and Zhuanyang fought, and Yu Guang saw the experience of the military camp and his heart trembled: I lost so quickly? No, where did these vicious monsters come from?

The sky sword on the opposite side was slashed, the sky wind, the earth fire, the thunder... Everything natural is gone under the light of the Zhuanyang sword.

The two wheels of the sun and the moon appeared behind Yi Yue's head, and then condensed into a luminous celestial body to meet him.

The sun and moon divine light continued to wash away the sword light, and finally let the sword dissipate.

"Sure enough, you even learned the Kunwu Divine Arts secretly?"

The sword light was blocked, and Zhuanyang laughed instead: "But you have already lost this battle."

Zhuanyang took the opportunity to slash out a sword, and the sword instantly divided into seventy-two sword energy, and an ancient tomb appeared in the Haotiangang Realm.

Sword Tomb!

This is the power of Zhuanyang comprehending the duel between the two sword saints, and learning from his teacher Xuan Longzi, combining the power of understanding of the three sword saints.

Yi Yue saw countless sword weapons appearing under his feet.

The walls of the maze are still towering, but the scope of the sword tomb continues to expand, as if it is endless, like another world.

"Sword Realm?"

Isn’t this a force that can only be controlled by the Sword Saint?

Countless swords formed a cemetery. Zhuanyang threw away the sword in his hand and looked at the broken sword inserted in front of him.

The sword was rusty and buried in the sword tomb like other sword weapons. But when Zhuanyang reached out to hold the broken sword, the dazzling light illuminated the sword tomb. Countless sword weapons resonated, sword energy, and sword light gathered on this sword.

"Virtual Sword Realm, Ten Thousand Swords Starting Stage!"

Zhuanyang pulled up the sword with great difficulty, like a king wielding a divine sword, blasting over with thousands of pounds.

"Strive to break through the rivers and mountains!"

Mysterious runes flashed through Yi Yue's eyes, and Tianwu's Heart was activated, quickly analyzing the other party's sword moves.

But no matter how he learned, his martial arts instinct told him that this sword could not resist, and he had to escape, and he had to escape!

The young man transformed into nine bodies, and as soon as he dispersed, he was bounced back by the sword tomb. Seventy-two sword dragons captured him again and appeared under the attack of the sword light again.

Sword Technique of Exit.

The method I just learned from Zhuanyang.

When I got into the ground, I was forced out by the sword tomb. I stood on a desolate hill, looking at the sword-bright ocean approaching little by little.

For the first time, despair and fear appeared in his heart.

Even if he was defeated by the Kunwu God, even if he faced the vision of the sun and the moon in the sky for the first time, he would not feel this way.

...

Tong Suqiu and others cleaned up the barracks and broke the docking point. Immediately afterwards, the Luogong Army cleared the battlefield. The dead black-armored swordsman either returned to the martial arts business world or was sealed by a maze, and the number of people became smaller and smaller.

Everyone looked at the black long pillar in the center of the maze.

The sword energy burst out bit by bit, and an endless golden ocean shot into the sky.

"Zhuanyang won." Xin Zhiwen smiled and said, "His virtual sword world is a means that even the masters were amazed by it."

Xin Zhiwen came from the Divine Sword Palace. After he informed Zhuanyang of his swordsmanship, the old man from the Divine Sword came to Simu Palace and commented that Zhuanyang was expected to be among the sword saints in the future.

But just as everyone was expecting Zhuanyang's victory, two sword energy shot from the sky.

The wall of the maze was shattered in an instant, and the fairy energy rushed into it, protecting Yi Yue at the moment of killing him in the sword style.

"My friend, show mercy under the sword!"

"My friend, if you save his life, how can you two end the cause and effect?"

"Hmph! Is it the immortal way again?" The two immortal auras are light and ethereal, but the quality is extremely high. In Zhuanyang's cognition, they are second only to Kunhao, Yunlingzi, Nie Jingyuan, and Yunxian'er.

The sword style turned, and the two of them were shrouded under the sword style.

But the two fairy auras were quite extraordinary. One green fairy aura entangled Yi Yue, and the other red fairy aura drew circles in the air, opening the space-time channel to divert the power of the ten thousand swords.

"Chang Kun Immortal Art?" Zhuanyang was stunned, and then a terrifying and domineering military aura erupted.

The evil aura swept across the world, instantly cutting off the connection between the fairy aura and the heaven and earth.

"You can use the power of the Battle Platform to suppress martial arts. Then, let me destroy your Immortal Dao Fruit!"

The military evil forces scattered everywhere and instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

The battlefield field created by Wang Bozheng and Wen Hong were resonated with it, and evil spirits exploded.

There is also the maze battlefield where the Luogong Army is located, and the evil spirit is activated.

Endless evil spirits fill the world, and the setting sun retreats into the dark clouds.

The sorcerers on the Luogong Army were the first to realize that something was wrong.

"Our magic has failed, please withdraw quickly."

Nangong Fangming escorted his subordinates to Luomen Pass to retreat.

Tong Suqiu, Wang Jian and other Simugong Xianjia also showed ugly expressions.

At the moment when military evil fills the world, their Taoist fruits are temporarily blocked.

"The Secret Legend of Xuanlong·The Military Evil Killing Immortal Art."

Two black lights flashed, and the fairy aura that rescued Yi Yue exposed his true body. Two true immortal heads flew into the air and died on the spot.

However, these two true immortals are extremely good at Taoism and can still speak when the evil spirit continues to erode the soul.

"Well... This is a means to use the evil energy on the battlefield to weaken the Taoist fruit and force the immortals to decay their combat power? Has the Great Kun Martial Arts studied this step?"

"But it's a pity that your sword technique of killing immortals is not perfect." Another head stuck out his tongue, and the tongue slowly grew longer, and a talisman appeared on it.

In an instant, there was a huge light, which made everyone present unable to open their eyes.

The two heads, with corpses and Yi Yue disappeared.

"My friend, I have recorded this revenge of being killed and slaughtered. Let's wait for our injuries to heal, and then come to ask my friend for advice!"

The light dissipated, and Zhuanyang looked at the empty square, with a dark face, and kicked the soil hard.

"Damn the wild fairy! I'll kill you first when I look for me next time."

...

In Qianyuan Palace, Peng Yu read the military newspaper.

"Two immortals rescued the enemy's head?" Peng Yu was very curious about the methods of these two immortals.

The military evil technique used by Zhuanyang is a secret passage from Xuan Longzi. He weakened the power of immortal Tao through the battlefield evil energy. He learned that he had discussed it with Yunlingzi and Nie Jingyuan. He found that the innate Taoist fruit of the three of them was also suppressed by the military evil.

If it appears in an endless battlefield of military evil, Peng Yu's immortal power may be lost.

The three of them secretly studied ways to prevent military evil, but their results were not as good as those of these two mysterious immortals.

"Is this the secret technique of immortality preserved in the world of heaven?"

Peng Yu was very eager about this and even planned to look back to Master Nie to take back this secret technique and learn it.

"But this time, Zhuanyang's limelight is indeed very popular."

When the enemy created a weird thing like "fighting platform", Zhuanyang led the people of Simu Palace to save the situation.

"Why should I be awarded an official position? Is the sixth or fifth-rank facial features?" Peng Yu also understood in his heart that this was just the icing on the cake. With Zhuanyang's identity, he could receive similar rewards after he became an adult. It was just a few years ago.

After leaving the information, Peng Yu looked up and saw the trembling eunuchs on both sides.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll just read the military information. Even if my father knows it, I won't blame you."

He arranged it again for the God Emperor and he slipped back to the banquet.

The banquet was very long, and the God Emperor deliberately demonstrated, dragging the kings of the world to refuse to let them leave.

The atmosphere on the court was very awkward. Although there were singing and dancing, the kings of the world were in a heavy mood and had no time to watch. In the family, Zhuan Yun and others drank and had fun, and from time to time, young men went down to beat drums and music. The God Emperor laughed loudly, not caring about the actions of these younger generations of Meng Lang.

Peng Yu sat there, accompanying the God Emperor and the King Luo.

As the hour of Xu approached, he couldn't help but yawn.

"My son, this banquet will last until midnight. You are still young, go back early to rest."

The God Emperor sent Peng Yu away. Peng Yu was determined to go to Yuanjun Palace to find the "Mask Man" and borrowed the steps to say goodbye immediately.
Chapter completed!