Feng Wushang on the battlefield released all his emotions for many years. He was like a wild beast, blooming with ancient anger.

"kill!"

Great powers are at war, soldiers and horses fight wildly, blood stains the battlefield, and the will of war pervades the entire world.

Liu Chenyi clashed with the black demon, and the flames burst out. On the battlefield, even Yu Wutian, Jian Liuzhang and the others were just a drop in the ocean. Although their abilities were monstrous, there were too many people in the huge battlefield, and even they could only shine on one side.

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Only on the battlefield can you feel and experience your own insignificance.

"kill!"

The sword energy in Chen Tian's hand emerged, power blossomed, and the terrifying will of the sword swallowed everything in an instant, and even blood stained the earth. Chen Tian understood why the battlefield is the easiest place to temper people.

These fights of blood and fire can make a person truly grow up.

The sword seems to be swinging non-stop, the sword intention is blooming, the sword energy is flowing horizontally, the entire battlefield is filled with strong killing intent, and the crowd is fighting crazily.

"bass!"

A strong sword energy came towards him.

"You are dustless."

Wuchen said nothing.

"I am the eldest disciple of the first sect of Moyue Kingdom, and I will take your life today. There is no need for you to know my name, because you are not worthy of the rain of swords from the sky!"

"boom!"

The sword light was released but it kept dancing. Chen Tian sneered, and the sword pierced the heart and instantly pierced the opponent's body. The man was shocked in his heart: "Impossible."

"You are worthy of a sword, the greatest among swordsmen. Your sword is flashy, die!"

Withdrawing the sword, Chen Tian's face showed indifference.

The battlefield was dyed red with blood, and screams continued to rise and fall.
Chapter completed!