A thunder fell from the sky.

The purple thunder dozens of feet thick wrapped a heavy axe with a ox horn, slashed hard on Xiang Feiyu's left shoulder.

Xiang Feiyu was wearing a set of heavy armor for the Taotie pattern. Thunder wrapped in a heavy axe and slashed the Taotie head on his left shoulder to crack. He ignored it and swung the wheel axe with both hands, and laughed at the Martial War Demon several miles away.

Wu Zhanmo, one of the great martial arts ancestors, and the cultivation level of the third level of the Divine Realm is comparable to Xiang Feiyu's cultivation level.

Wearing a cow horn helmet, a chain armor, a blood-colored cloak behind him, six giant mountain shields three feet thick circling around him, and the martial warrior armed to his teeth roared loudly, grabbing his left hand towards the void.

He slashed from the sky with thunder and gave Xiang Feiyu a heavy axe, which was hit hard by Xiang Feiyu, flew back to the hands of the Wu Zhanmo. He held a one-handed axe in both hands, and was like Xiang Feiyu, with a distorted face and roaring at the enemy.

A big wheel axe, two heavy axes of cow horns collided heavily, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound shook the fields.

After more than a dozen "dongdongdongdongdong" sounds, a loud bang came. The heavy axe of the horn in Wu Zhanmo's hand shattered, leaving only two lonely handles in his hand.

Xiang Feiyu laughed, and the wheel axe swept across the wheel, splitting two giant mountain shields into four pieces with one blow. The axe swept across Wu Zhanmo's chest, tearing open the thick chain of heavy armor on his body, leaving a tragic wound on Wu Zhanmo's body where you can see the squirming internal organs.

The martial warrior suffered pain and quickly retreated.

Xiang Feiyu took advantage of the situation and chased after him, and at the same time he mocked: "Lao Wu, it's not that I'm talking about you. If you have the means, all of you Dawu's guys can be considered good men."

"But, what kind of rags are you using? How many times have you been smashed by me and injured by me?"

Wu Zhanmo covered his chest with his hands, which was constantly bleeding from his wounds, and roared to the sky, while fleeing back at full speed.

Xiang Feiyu laughed loudly: "In the past, everyone was playing, and no one wanted to fight hard, but this time... I'm sorry, Lao Wu, I've taken your head down."

With a heavy sigh, Xiang Feiyu caught up with the Martial War Demon with a little staggering pace, and slashed at his neck with a big axe.

"If I die, the whole family will have no support."

"If the Great Wei wins in the end... my descendants still have the opportunity to be slaves and servants. After all, the old white-faced people in the Great Wei still reason. After all, the so-called famous scholars are romantic, regardless of whether they are hypocritical or pretending, they are shameless."

"But you Dawu... I don't want my descendants to be directly removed from the cauldron and soup pot by you. Even those so-called top families are all slaves of your Wu family... No, they are animals raised by your Wu family... Tsk, my descendants are already aggrieved enough to be slaves and servants, how can they be lambs to be slaughtered?"

The big axe danced wildly. In just a few words, the four mountain shields of Wu Zhanmo were violently split by Xiang Feiyu.

The big axe tore open the armor of Wu Zhanmo and left tragic wounds on him. It was bright red, with a trace of electric light, and the divine blood kept spraying out, landing on the ground, smashing the ground rumbling.

The ground of the duel battlefield was crazily devouring the divine blood flowing out of the body of Wu Zhan Demon. The blood light sprayed out from the surrounding mountains became stronger and stronger. The ground of the battlefield became stronger and stronger, and the power of imprisonment around it became stronger and stronger.

Wu Zhanmo roared, and he took out a bottle of life-saving Dao Baodan, stuffed the medicine bottle into his mouth, chewed it into his big mouth and swallowed it. He pulled out a strange triangle shield with his left hand, waved a strange golden dragon hook with his right hand, and swung it fiercely at Xiang Feiyu.

Several huge flesh balls behind Xiang Feiyu raised up, and he turned into a three-headed and six-armed combat form. The new four arms held two heavy swords and two long swords, and together with the original wheel axe, they slashed countless cold lights, causing the Wu Zhan Demon to splatter all over his body.

The sharp edge of the weapon collided with the bones of the Martial War Demon, making a harsh roar.

Wu Zhanmo screamed in pain, and fierce and vicious flames kept spewing out of his eyes. He stared at Xiang Feiyu tightly and kept emitting vicious curses.

Xiang Feiyu slashed the martial arts war demons fiercely and said coldly: "No wonder I am ruthless... The environment on this duel battlefield is so strange. I am afraid that the old white faces in the Great Wei Dynasty will not survive."

"In this decisive battle, either you or we, those who can survive and eventually win, either Qingqiu or Dawu."

Xiang Feiyu lowered his voice: "Although I have a bad temper, I am not really stupid."

"Hey, those guys from the Great Wei Dynasty are clearly like our old prince back then, and they have violated the taboos of the gods."

"Listen to the slogans of the guys from the Great Wei Dynasty, hehe, revive hundreds of schools and inherit civilization... Hehe, they all were complacent and forgot their own roots... I understand very well that our ancestral skills were all tampered with by the gods..."

"Reviving hundreds of schools of thought? It's up to others to be happy!"

"Look at the battlefield of this duel, look... Lao Wu, it is obvious that he will not give them a way to live in the Great Wei people. This is what they must die."

"Give up the Great Wei, either you or we..." Xiang Feiyu suddenly roared, and two fist-sized balls behind his spine were bulging. He suddenly had two new arms out of his waist, and he clasped two poisonous daggers in both hands, and pierced dozens of madly on the body of Wu Zhanmo as fast as lightning.

Wu Zhanmo's face skin turned black quickly, and colorful spots appeared in the black air. His face skin suddenly became like a poisonous poisonous mushroom.

"I never thought it was? I've been upright all my life, and I've been fighting head-on with the enemy for the rest of my life... I actually learned bad things, learned to attack sneakily, and learned to use poison-tempering weapons." Xiang Feiyu slashed hundreds of axes at the Wu Zhan Demon who was cursing, and the Wu Zhan Demon flew back with blood all over his body.

"Well, I have always been a straightforward man... But over the past year, I have learned bad things with a little guy."

Xiang Feiyu smiled particularly brightly: "There is a strange young man around that boy. His talented magical powers are extremely poisonous... I gave the boy some benefits, so I got some poison of the essence and blood from him."

"Hehe, how does it feel? It seems that you can't kill you, but at least it can weaken your combat power, right?"

Xiang Feiyu roared suddenly, and two swords and swords behind him slashed out like whirlwinds. After a few loud noises, the shield and golden dragon hook in Wu Zhanmo's hand were shattered by his sword.

As Xiang Feiyu said, the ancestors of the Divine Realm of the Great Martial God Kingdom have extremely strong cultivation, but the weapons they use are really more than just weaker than him.

This is also an old problem with the Great Martial God Kingdom. Among the Three Kingdoms, the Great Martial God Kingdom has the strongest personal combat power, but they are really far behind in the knowledge of casting, talismans, formations, elixirs, etc.

The Wu Zhanmo, who was struck by hundreds of feet, fell to the ground in a panic. His feet softened and he fell to the ground and rolled backwards far away.

The boy Xiang Feiyu mentioned is naturally the Demon King beside Wu Tie.

As his cultivation level continues to grow, the blood power of the Demon King is becoming more and more terrifying. Although the poison he released now cannot directly kill the ancestor of the God Realm, it is enough to greatly weaken the power of the ancestor of the God Realm.

The Martial War Demon, who was seriously injured, was poisoned by the Demon King, and even stood firmly became extremely difficult.

Xiang Feiyu chased the Wu Zhanmo with great strides. He said in a deep voice: "Your Dawu style is too rough and too barbaric. If my descendants fall into your Dawu's hands, they will probably not live for three months..."

"Also, if the beautiful girls and wives in my family fall into the hands of those old white-faced people, they will still know how to be polite... What a pity, how many people are there who are abused to death by you every year?"

"So, for the sake of our descendants, I'd better ask you to die!"

Xiang Feiyu walked to Wu Zhanmo and raised the axe in his hand: "This time, I killed someone for the first time in my life, not for glory and wealth, not for strength growth, and not for the first time in my life, not for the first time in my life, not for the sake of my murderous intent."

"This time I killed someone is just to seek a way out for future generations!"

The axe slashed heavily, and Xiang Feiyu yelled: "Who dares to stop me, kill me!"

A lightning, a mountain, roared from behind Xiang Feiyu at the same time. With a loud bang, a heavy pyramid about two meters long wrapped in the lightning pierced hard on Xiang Feiyu's heart.

The armor piece behind Xiang Feiyu was shattered by a heavy pyramid. When the mountain was approaching Xiang Feiyu's body, it suddenly turned from three thousand feet high to three feet in height, and with a dull and terrifying whistling sound, it roared on Xiang Feiyu's exposed back.

With a loud bang, a harsh sound of shattering came from Xiang Feiyu's spine.

His three-headed and six-armed magical power was shattered by this blow, and the two heads and four arms on his back were completely shattered by a three-foot-high hill.

Xiang Feiyu vomited blood in big mouthfuls, and his body flew forward lightly like fallen leaves in the wind.

He flew thousands of feet away and hit a small hill, with most of his body embedded in the mountain.

Two great martial ancestors wearing heavy armor rushed over, and one of the big men with red bearded faces roared loudly: "Martial War Demon, you don't have the waste of money... I should have thrown you into the water tank and drowned."

"Bastard, you were actually defeated by the useless person Xiang Feiyu!"

"You, you, don't say you are my son in the future. I don't have the same kind as you!"

Xiang Feiyu pulled out half of his body from the mountain with difficulty, and gritted his teeth and looked at the two great martial arts ancestors who were sneaking attacks behind him.

"Wu Santu, are you still shameless?" Xiang Feiyu pointed at Wu Santu and cursed: "You are..."

Wu Santu, who was covered in red beard, kicked Wu Zhanmo so hard that he screamed. He threw a bottle of life-saving treasure elixir to Wu Zhanmo. Then he raised his chest and pointed at Xiang Feiyu, violently interrupting his curse: "I am you - my dear grandpa, my son is you - my dear father... Hahaha, this battlefield is really a gift from God... Don't talk nonsense, kill him!"

Wu Santu roared loudly with excitement, and behind him, a mountain shadow shining with various strange lights and was wrapped in strong winds and thunder.

"Slay Xiang Feiyu... Then, follow me to slaughter the soft eggs of Dawei and Qingqiu... When my Dawu unifies the world, Wu Zhanmo, you, your grandson, go to slaughter the Xiang family with your own hands!"

After taking the treasure pill left by Wu Santu, Wu Zhanmo giggled and got up little by little. The wounds were constantly flowing out of their bodies. At the same time, the wounds were squirming rapidly, healing bit by bit.

"Dad, don't worry, I guarantee that I will kill you all, and not even a mouse will be left." Wu Zhanmo smiled lowly: "It's better to have my Wu family dominate these three countries. Others are good to be slaves, and it's good to be slaves... And Xiang family, Xiang Feiyu, your Xiang family is not qualified to be slaves."

Wu Zhanmo reached out and touched the harsh wound that even the inner account was exposed, and hissed: "You cut me down, it hurts so much!"

Wu Santu, Wu Zhanmo, and another Dawu ancestor Wu Zhanling, who was the same generation as Wu Zhanmo, laughed in unison and rushed towards Xiang Feiyu.

Xiang Feiyu's face was twisted and he stared at Wu Santu and others with gritted teeth.

In this terrifying duel battlefield, the magic practices of the Great Wei were greatly suppressed. The ancestors of many generals in the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom, their only enemy was the powerful enemy of the Great Wu Divine Kingdom.

The Great Martial God Kingdom is arrogant, domineering, primitive, and barbaric. They are following the pure path of physical cultivation.

Moreover, the Wu family is the only one in the Great Wu God Kingdom. Some other family members are their slaves and their stewards, just lackeys built to assist the Wu family in ruling the huge territory.

The Great Wei was rich and romantic, and Qingqiu was balanced and stable. Only the Great Wushen Kingdom crazily exploited the world and devoted all the power of the world to support the clan.

Therefore, the Great Martial God Kingdom is all in a mess, whether it is civilization, economy, or even the people's livelihood in the country.

But the number of ancestors in the Great Martial God Kingdom is the largest in the Three Kingdoms.

Of course, no matter how many ancestors of the Divine Realm are, the Great Martial God Kingdom does not have any strategic advantage. In fact, they cannot find any other advantages except for the large number of people.

For example, Wu Zhanmo, his portable weapons were shattered into pieces by Xiang Feiyu. No matter how many ancestors of such a god realm are, what is the point?

But in this damn duel battlefield... physical cultivation takes an absolute advantage, and the number advantage may evolve into the final victory.

Before Wu Santu and the other two had walked to Xiang Feiyu, a long roar came from a distance.

Several blood lights ran towards them, and they did not fly in the air, but ran towards them directly.

Those were the five ancestors of the Divine Realm of the Great Martial God Kingdom. They roared to the sky all the way, and three of them were holding bloody heads in their hands.

"Hahaha, Sandu, you haven't solved this young man yet?"

"Look at us, how lucky? As soon as we came in, we met the old white-faced faces of the three Great Wei... Hahaha, their formations, talismans, and their accompanying military city all became so weak."

"I only used one cup of tea and chopped three."

Xiang Feiyu was sweating all over. He looked in the direction where the five great martial arts ancestors rushed towards him, and even though the void was filled with thick blood mist and his vision was weakened to the extreme, he could still see that hundreds of miles away, three light pillars could be seen soaring into the sky!

Wu Santu smiled carelessly: "Okay, okay, it's just a matter of one knife... Say to the brothers and children, everyone will form a team to fight, don't put the order and be taken advantage of by others."

"This time, more than 4,000 elders of my Wu family entered the duel battlefield... Hehe... Win, this is a sure win, but don't lose too many tribe members, that would be too embarrassing."

Xiang Feiyu was so excited that he had a cold war.

More than four thousand elders...

These madmen from Dawu!

The number of ancestors in their family's Divine Realm is comparable to the total number of the Great Wei and Qingqiu combined.

Although, in terms of absolute number, Dawu still has fewer joint forces than the two countries... the problem is that in this damn duel battlefield, the magic practices of Dawei can be almost negligible.
Chapter completed!