Chapter 190 The Battle Begins

Jialing Pass!

Just like the arrangement of fate, it seems that the fate that cannot be escaped is the battlefield here.

In the sky, a killing air filled the air, and the dark clouds covered the bright sun.

The rumbling of the war drums was thunderous, and the momentum was monstrous.

The coalition of the two empires is strong and strong, and the battle formation cannot end at a glance, and it is impossible to judge how many people there are.

Especially the silhouettes standing in the sky, the powerful breath runs through the sun and the moon, stirring up the situation in all directions, making people dare not look directly.

In comparison, the Spirit Empire was much thinner.

In the past three years, although the real Armageddon did not happen.

However, the small friction has never been interrupted. The Spirit Empire has been suppressed all the time. The army of one million in the past is now only more than 200,000. In front of the combined forces of the two empires, it seems so insignificant.

However, whether it is a general or a soldier, everyone's eyes are unprecedentedly firm, and everyone is as imposing as a sword.

These are true warriors of a hundred battles, and everyone's will is as strong as gold and iron, unshakable.

In particular, when looking at the purple figure standing on the black dragon in the sky, the enthusiasm and reverence in his eyes almost condensed into reality.

That frenzy is enough to suppress any superfluous emotion, and that is the belief of all.

The drums of war were beating, and the rumbling sound was rumbling.

This is the real Armageddon.

One after another powerful figures flew out from the coalition forces of the two empires.

No more, no less, ten people.

Every one of them is at least level 125 powerhouse, and Wang Long bears the brunt, even reaching level 130, which is terrifying.

A hundred level is a god, but it can only be regarded as a third-level god, and it is the weakest third-level god. Tenth level is a realm, one hundred and eleventh level is a second-level god, and one hundred and twenty-one level is a first-level god.

Of course, these are all gods with a divine position or a divine kingdom. Without the inheritance of divine status, or if they did not create a divine kingdom, and did not condense a divine personality, they could only be regarded as false gods.

And now these are all true gods, with the existence of inheritance.

"Bibi Dong, why are you the only one? What about the rest of your Spirit Empire? Are you afraid and hiding?" Wang Long asked.

The man was tall and burly, with a golden dragon scale armor and long golden hair. He looked majestic and grand. His voice was sonorous and powerful.

"What are you? Dare to talk to me like that?"

Bibi Dong opened her mouth, with a sacred majesty in her voice, as if a sledgehammer smashed into Wang Long's mind.

"Humph!"

Wang Long let out a cold snort, and an aura suddenly spread, colliding with Bibi Dong's aura.

In an instant, Wang Long's expression changed.

He was shocked to discover that Bibi Dong's cultivation was stronger than his, at least he was already a half-step **** king.

"Is this your confidence? If that's the only case, I advise you to stay put." Wang Long said.

Able to achieve this kind of cultivation, there is no one who is easy to match, Wang Long quickly adjusted his emotions.

After the 120th level, the gap between the first level is not too big, not to mention the existence of a half-step into the realm of the **** king, but it is not irreparable. He is the current dragon god, with great talent and potential, and his self-confidence is not weaker than others. .

"Brother Wang, why bother with her nonsense, let's go up together, it's better to take her down." Another one hundred and thirtieth-level powerhouse laughed.

"Hahaha, Brother Liu, you don't understand. Brother Wang is a person who loves fragrance and jade. Brother Wang naturally cannot be rude like a beautiful woman like Donghuang." explained with a smile.

Among the ten people, three are at the 130th level. It is really hard to imagine how strong the alliance of the two countries is.

On the opposite side, a group of people were unscrupulous. When they were talking and laughing, a black mist filled the air and swept the sky and the ground.

laugh! ~

A pitch-black long sword slashed out a cold and sharp sword light, stabbed and slashed across the sky.

The heads rolled, and the blood of three powerhouses above level 115 splashed three feet, and their bodies fell directly from the sky, entwined with a strange force.

The three powerful gods who were originally alive turned into a mummified corpse in an instant. After landing, they were torn apart, and their whole body was instantly drained.

The 130th-level powerhouse who spoke last was not spared either. More than half of his neck was cut open, and he covered his neck with his hands, but strangely, no blood came out.

His eyes were full of horror, and he looked at Bibi Dong in disbelief. He felt that his power was rapidly draining. If it wasn't for his strength, he had reached level 130, if it wasn't for his quick reaction, if it wasn't for others who took action in time. Help, his current fate is probably the same as those three companions, turned into a mummified corpse.

"Bibi Dong..."

Wang Long roared. He didn't expect that Bibi Dong didn't talk about martial arts, so he didn't have anything to say.

hold head high!

As if there was a loud dragon roar, a lifelike golden dragon rushed out from Wang Long's fist.

The violent force directly shattered the surrounding space.

But Bibi Dong didn't even look at it.

She stretched out her palm, and the pitch-black sword was condensed in her hand.

With a wave of his hand, the icy sword beam pierced through the heavens and the earth, and instantly slashed onto the golden dragon blasted by Wang Long.

Stab it!

The golden dragon was torn apart and swallowed.

That sword energy was brilliant, although cold and ruthless, it was majestic and majestic, like a sword of judgment that held life and death.

Wang Long's face changed slightly, but he didn't want to continue to shoot, and he didn't want to fall.

The golden light bloomed, and the violent power emanated from Wang Long's body, directly crushing Bibi Dong's sword energy.

However, a simple sword energy, which seems to be magnificent, majestic and vast, upright and courageous, is actually strange and unpredictable, exuding a strange power of devouring, constantly growing itself.

With the Heaven Swallowing Demon Art, everything can be swallowed up. As Bibi Dong's strength increased, his domineering swallowing characteristics became more and more terrifying.

Wang Long felt that the power he radiated not only did not wipe out the sword qi that Bibi Dong slashed at will, but instead made the opponent stronger, his face changed greatly, and he no longer dared to hold big, and threw three punches in a row.

The violent force directly shattered a large space, causing a chaotic area to appear in the sky.

The terrifying power finally wiped out that sword qi.

The expression on Wang Long's face was unprecedentedly serious, full of fear, and he looked at Bibi Dong, not daring to drag it any further.

"It has been said for a long time that conspiracies and tricks are useless against such a strong man. You just don't believe it. Now you are suffering!"

An elegant voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a man with broad shoulders, a tall stature, wearing a gorgeous basket-colored robe, and long blue hair hanging down to his ankles stepped forward.

"Haotian Sect, Tang San."

Bibi Dong muttered to herself, taking the initiative to speak for the first time, when she looked at Tang San, a ray of murderous intent that could not be concealed bloomed in her eyes.

"Your Majesty the East Emperor, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect to remember such a nameless person." Tang San stroked his chest with his right hand and bowed slightly, a gentle smile like a spring breeze hanging on his handsome cheeks.

"Nobody."

Bibi Dongguaner, the corners of his mouth under the mask were slightly upturned, sketching a charming arc, and said, "No one can grow up to the level of one hundred and thirty."

The situation was turbulent, and Bibi Dong was alone with everyone, chatting and laughing, without the tension on the eve of the war.

PS: Thank you big brother, Toss feeds Nima. . . ,,. , . The monthly pass of the three big brothers, thank you big brother!

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