The city of Toutuo, a million square kilometers, takes two days to take transportation from the east to the west.

Because of the two sides, the city gates on the west and north of Tou Tuo City can be attacked by the army. Millions of Tou Tuo Army branches resisted nearly 50 million 16 interface coalition forces on the two walls.

The spirits of the battle formation were activated one after another, and in the storm, soldiers fell to the ground and died at all times.

Long Ming stood on an altar, waving a long sword, and murmured in a low voice.

Soon, outside the city of Toutuo, earthquakes continued, and sharp thorns poked out of thin air, piercing countless coalition soldiers, and blood flowed layer by layer.

With this blow alone, nearly one million people were killed or injured in the coalition forces.

From Xu Yi's perspective, that area is like a sword mountain hell, making people feel heartbroken.

Long Ming himself was not relaxed either. His face was as pale as paper. He squirted out a mouthful of blood and then fell backwards.

Two loyal soldiers quickly supported Long Ming with quick eyes and hands. One of them took out a porcelain bottle and poured the liquid inside into Long Ming's mouth.

This is a healing potion prepared by Qiansu. It is many times more effective than the healing pills on the market. It is a comprehensive repair. Whether it is physical injuries or spiritual injuries, it can be recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Among them, Grandma Hongye was also helpless, otherwise Long Ming would be fragile and would be embarrassed to get out of bed if he didn't lie for a month and a half.

For the senior generals in southern Xinjiang, everyone's mental power has been tempered to the extreme, and the recovery speed is better.

It’s like having poor health, recovering slowly after being injured, and recovering quickly after being good health, the same principle is true.

The three hundred Mutian Army rushed into the flock of sheep like tigers, rushing across the board and killing each other.

But the enemy is not bad, and the power of the condensed battle formation spirits is very strong. After Mu Tian spear pierced through several battle formation spirits in succession, it also became a little dim.

The three hundred Mutian Army was surrounded, without the initial aura and fell into a hard battle.

All the enemies are everywhere, and they are killed endlessly.

Xu Yi was arrogant and ignored him. Almost everyone subconsciously ignored Xu Yi.

A strong man in the ninth-level extraordinary realm, and possesses Shura bloodline and holds the killing magic weapon Mutian Gun. Unless a strong man in the Shenzang Realm arrives or involves a strong man of the same level, no one will do anything for a while.

They planned to kill all the Tou Tuo Army and the Southern Xinjiang Army first, and then concentrate their efforts on Xu Yi.

As long as Xu Yi lost his subordinates, no matter how strong Xu Yi was, he would not dare to fight head-on with them. Once the army battle formation came out, Xu Yi had to avoid the edge for the time being.

The idea is good and the correct reaction to the strong.

But Xu Yi would not really sit idly by.

The awakening of Shura bloodline requires killing.

The practice of killing script also requires killing.

Xu Yi hasn't been bleeding for a long time, and he has inexplicably longed for a moment.

"Shura rage!"

Shura behind Xu Yi slapped his wings and swooped down like a cannonball toward the place where the coalition soldiers gathered.

Boom!

Like an earthquake, the terrifying shock waves were centered on Xu Yi and spread from all directions.

Countless coalition soldiers were shattered by the impact, with blood fog mixed with countless internal organs, bones, meat foam, etc.

Extremely bloody!

"Mutian Gun, fight in all directions!"

Countless gun shadows intertwined, and coalition soldiers were penetrated, falling into a pool of blood, and a large area was cleared.

Xu Yi bent his knees, jumped slightly, and jumped into another army camp.

"Honglian Gunning!"

A red lotus that covers a range of two kilometers is shining with beautiful red light and quietly blooms.

From a distance, it is so beautiful that it makes people feel palpitations.

But in fact, any coalition soldier touched by the blooming of the red lotus was crushed in an instant.

The blood mist floated densely, rendering the two kilometers of range into a blood-colored world.

Huhu...

The strong wind swept quietly.

Xu Yi stood proudly in a bloody light.

The endless blood mist surged, gathering towards Xu Yi from all directions, and was completely absorbed by Xu Yi.

"Change the battle formation quickly! The sky-prisoning formation!"

In the roar from somewhere, the golden light quietly bloomed.

Circles of illusory apertures enveloped Xu Yi, gathering into a golden bowl, and pressing Xu Yi upside down inside.

Moreover, the endless stream of illusory golden bowls were buckled up layer by layer.

"Prajnapara, seal!" A huge talisman with the word "Ba" written on it.

A hint of mockery appeared in Xu Yi's scarlet eyes.

Swish...

The blood all over the body receded like a tide.

Xu Yi even put away Mu Tian’s gun.

Under the gaze of everyone, he folded his hands together, and a faint Buddha light appeared on his body. A majestic golden phantom appeared, and his two big palms slowly supported him upwards.

"Prajna Paramita, the great power of heaven and dragon, rise!"

The Prisoner of Heaven is used to deal with evil demons and heretics. It has a very powerful effect. The only disadvantage is that it has no resistance to the aura of the same sect and the same origin.

There were circles of golden light flashing behind Xu Yi's head, like a monk who had attained enlightenment.

The golden bowls stacked layer by layer were lifted up by the illusory palm.

The huge talisman was unable to come to an end.

Xu Yi walked out so calmly.

In an instant, the golden light dissipated and the blood light swept across the world again.

"hold head high!"

The sound of the dragon roars carried the roar of anger that ruined the world.

A golden dragon hovered down from the clouds.

A blood-colored dragon soared up from Xu Yi's body.

After the two collided in the void, they turned into a ray of light, like a meteorite, landing on the tip of Xu Yidao Mutian's spear.

"Ancestral Dragon Spear!"

Xu Yi shouted lightly and stabbed Mu Tian's spear forward with slight impulse.

"hold head high!"

Gold and blood, two divine dragons wind out.

Everything along the way, whether it was the soldiers or the ruins, turned into nothingness, and even the ground was scraped out of three meters deep gullies and spread straight towards the distance.

In this scene, it was like a giant drawing a straight line with a knife as a pen and a ground as paper.

Puff puff puff...

No one could react.

The Ancestral Dragon Spear Technique, which had been practicing to the extreme level, rushed out eight kilometers away.

The commander of the Red Sandalwood Realm watched the two dragons entangled each other, and the ferocious faced looked stopped in front of him, and they were completely stunned.

The next moment, the blood-colored dragon opened its mouth and swallowed him.

The world seems to have become silent.

The battlefield that spread twenty kilometers was dead silent.

With one person's power, he is so powerful? How is it possible?

"With my king's strength, I'm afraid no one can control it." Hai Dongqing, who was carrying the Water Soul Army to keep shooting arrows on the city wall, had a hot and pious look, as if he was looking at the god he believed in in his heart.
Chapter completed!