A big war broke out? Go and have a look!

Just take a look! After thinking for a moment, Tan Weiran adjusted his direction without hesitation. When Ye Zhutian light spread out, it was like a dawn chasing the darkness. He quickly came to the point of the explosion of breath, and was slightly shocked: "There are so many people!"

Looking down from a high place, you can see that twenty or thirty miles away, dense soldiers fighting against each other like tides on the dry river, and the undulating earth, making deafening shouts, and all of them roared with hideous faces.

"There are no less than five thousand people in the red-clothed side, and there are more than a thousand people in the gray-clothed side." Tan Weiran glanced at the eye and judged the origin and number of soldiers. The red-clothed one was the Dagan Army, and the gray-clothed one was the Sansheng Dao Warrior.

Although the number of soldiers in the Sansheng Dao is small, the side that is slightly struggling is a big army with five times the number.

It would be difficult to use fourth-level combat soldiers to compete with fifth-level combat soldiers. If there weren't a group of elite fifth-level combat soldiers in the Dakan Army with a maximum of three or five hundred, they would have reinforced from time to time and slap cold one or two, they would probably have been unable to withstand it.

There were some Lingyou Realm on both sides of the warriors. There were a group of monks fighting fiercely on both sides of the air. While trying to seize air supremacy, they also wanted to suppress their opponents. They had a lot of fun fighting.

Tan Weiran pursed his lips, smiled slightly, stomped his feet with force, and with a dull sound, he used the extreme change in the air, falling down like a meteor.

The dry river channel was so dark that it was uneasy that Hu Xiao was fighting in it. He shouted hard. I don’t know if he wanted to scare his opponent to death or cheer him up. However, looking at the ridicule at the corner of his opponent’s mouth, it was obvious that he would not take this trick.

At this time, a sudden palm hit the opponent with a thunderous sound, and immediately destroyed the enemy, along with the golden body and velvet. The head fell into the chest, and the red, yellow and white burst out, which was very exciting.

It was him! Seeing the person clearly, Hu Xiao was shocked. He was dead. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed the breath of magic that Tan Weiran emitted, and his chin almost fell and smashed his foot.

Yao Jinxiu was concentrating on the enemy when suddenly he saw an enemy not far away in front of him being killed by a sword spirit that was almost over lightning. The sword spirit seemed extremely sharp, and she slashed her mid-stage opponent on the spot and flew backwards. Before the man could breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes were filled with despair.

Puff, the body and head are different!

Which Divine Zhao Realm is coming to help! Yao Jinxiu, who was fighting continuously, breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up and was about to thank her, but when she saw a familiar figure passing by. Seeing this person's face clearly, the future King of Jinxiu's swords was immediately stunned and shouted in her heart: How could it be that guy? I must be dazzled, it must be...

Tan Weiran, a new force who joined the battlefield, undoubtedly affected the balance. When Sanshengdao noticed him, he frowned and ordered him to each person: "Go and kill him!"

Little did he know that Tan Weiran felt very wonderful at this moment, and thought to himself: "This is the realm of divine illumination, it feels so good!" His muscles and bones were crackling, and he felt that the power was constantly emanating and condensed from every bone and every pore.

He noticed a divine thought sweeping over him, vaguely locking himself, the person who came to kill him came over, and he still had a faint breath of secret art. Tan Weiran smiled, and the sword in his palm was sweeping with his sword without looking back.

Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound! Seventy-Five-Thousand-Sword Soul!

The terrifying purple storm became the focus in an instant, and immediately swept the slaying magic photos to the dark face in the later stage, and was knocked to the ground as if they were dyed black.

The man rushed out of a pile of sand and gravel. He was blushing and embarrassed. Looking at Tan Weiran, who had his early cultivation level, he wanted to tear him apart. He thought that with his secret technique, as long as he approached this person, he would kill him... Hey?

In an instant, Tan Weiran, who was determined to weigh his physical strength, whistled down, gathered his arms, and blew against this person in the air... At this moment, the two of them burst into shocking weather waves, sweeping all directions, blowing sand and stones, and the earth was cracked.

The god's eyes bulged in the later stage, and the word "I grass" in his mouth was forced back. His arms were almost broken on the spot by the impact of this force comparable to a mountain. Even though it was not broken, he could not help but fly backwards for a few miles, crushing and crushing many flowers, plants and trees along the way, and the blood splashed was dyed red.

The Sword of the World!

Tan Weiran killed the man several miles away with a random blow. He thought that his power was not bad, but if he improved his integration with the moves, he would be stronger.

Such a blow was powerful. The rest of the people finally noticed him. When they saw his face, someone was immediately surprised:

"Tan Weiran!?"

The shouts suddenly resounded, abruptly and full of surprise.

"Youngest?" As soon as Liu Chengfeng heard this shout, he immediately turned his head impatiently and searched, almost injured.

Mingkong was shocked when he heard the sound, and his divine thoughts were covered. He found Tan Weiran in the crowd, and felt relieved: "I knew this kid was fine..."

During the fierce battle, many people glanced at Tan Weiran in front of their eyes or looked at him, and countless different or same thoughts and thoughts appeared in their hearts and mouths.

"The one Tan Weiran in the later stage of the first killing god pictures?"

"Don't everyone say he's dead? Why is he living now?"

"No, what I heard was that he overdraws his potential and gains a reputation. He was afraid that he would be embarrassed and would just hide and not show up... Who is this nonsense? It's obviously here, it's so good."

In just a short while, no one realized that something was wrong with Tan Weiran's breath.

Until he didn't know who it was, he said hesitantly: "Hey? Isn't Tan Weiran Lingyou Realm? Why is it the breath of Shenzhao..."

As soon as these words came out, countless people were alert and became aware of it. Suddenly, it seemed as if one bombardment after another detonated in everyone's heart, which shocked countless people to deal with it at this moment.

Fortunately, it was not only the monks in the wilderness world who were shocked, but also the monks of the Three Life Dao who also recognized people.

"What!?" Li Zhoulong, who killed his opponent with one palm, quickly pulled away, shocked so much that he was extremely shocked: "That kid is in the realm of divine light!!!"

Liu Chengfeng was stunned: "No, how monster is my junior brother..."

Xue Chihiro: “…!!!”

The crowd was in an uproar and shocked.

Tan Weiran didn't realize that he was experiencing the various strengths and limits of the Divine Radiance Realm. At this moment, after he had already changed directions several times by Lingkong's opponent, the Sword of the Path storm stormed the halo.

Nine Tribulation Lei Yin took action in an instant!

I don’t know if there is anyone who is Miaoyintan, nor what will it feel when I see this sword. But at least, this 70% thunder and lightning sword soul and the diffuse divine aura blinded everyone on both sides without any suspense.

For a moment, more than a hundred monks who knew Tan Weiran were all speechless and their minds were as if they were tied. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!