Chapter 348 One Against Many

The incomparably brilliant blade light instantly descended, clear and flawless.

The blade light of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade slashed out with势.

Martial generals on the battlefield were accustomed to an imposing manner, with broad and sweeping movements. They weren't as cautious about controlling their power as the martial artists of the Jianghu. This blade light directly pierced through the demon god's brow, then poured out from the armor on its back. It was chillingly domineering, splitting the earth, tearing mountains, and only ended when it flew into the ocean.

A deathly silence.

Guan Yunchang's battle robe was stirred by the strong wind.

The battle robe fluttered slightly, and the demon god opened its mouth but couldn't say anything. It fell backward, its corpse split in two.

Fresh blood splattered.

One strike, instant death!

The entire place was silent. Even the other Turbid World demon gods were stunned. Zhao Gongming clicked his tongue in amazement, but Zhang Wenyuan didn't hesitate at all. The weapon in his hand stabbed out fiercely, and he couldn't help laughing loudly:

"General Guan's first strike is the strongest. Even Wen Hou wouldn't want to take it head-on."

"You actually dared to take General Guan's first strike, a general who carries the title of 'Demon Subduing Celestial Venerable of the Three Realms.' Zhang Liao admires you!"

"Hahaha, after you go down below, find Yan Liang. You should have something in common to talk about."

The demon god opposite was furious, but Zhang Liao, who carried the title of "Beidou Breaking Army," was tightly缠绕ing him.

The demon with the head of a roc, as tall as a small building, soared into the air and fought with the God of Wealth. In the end, it was struck on the forehead and abdomen by two large iron whips, smashing a hole in its forehead. It fell down in a mess. Zhao Gongming rarely had such a hearty fight, instead of dealing with trivial matters in the human world. He laughed and said:

"Causing trouble for no reason."

"Serves you right for being a poor ghost in your next life. Never opening for business your entire life."

Domineering lightning, tragic blade light, the great sun, the stars, and the purest battlefield *sha* (killing intent) of the human race surged together. The Turbid World demon gods who followed the Turbid World Thunder Lord to perform this mission were definitely not weaklings, but at this moment, they had fallen into a disadvantageous position.

The opponents seemed to be old killers who had rolled around on the battlefield as well.

And it was like the kind who had been憋ing for hundreds or thousands of years without opening for business. Now they were here to vent their anger.

Taking advantage of Zhao Gongming's momentary lapse, one of the demon gods used his supernatural powers to summon back the *fa bao* (magic artifact) that controlled Xing Tian's true spirit. He forced himself to shout angrily, "Xing Tian, quickly obey! Quickly obey!" Seeing that Xing Tian still didn't move, he simply clenched his right hand and did his best to shatter this *ling bao* (divine treasure).

The Turbid World demon gods were violent by nature. They directly gave up this *ling bao* at the cost of maximizing their control over Xing Tian's true spirit.

Xing Tian's body swayed, and his aura became even more crazy and暴躁. He roared and roared, and his hands gripped the weapons prepared by the Turbid World.

Guan Yunchang's expression didn't change. He swept his sleeves, and a scroll in his hand suddenly unfolded across the sky.

On it were names, each with a corresponding fingerprint, pressed in blood. He said loudly, "Descendants of the Yan Emperor Jiang Clan, there are still 4.6 million in the present era.

The fiftieth most common surname in Shenzhou.

Xing Tian, recognize them clearly!"

The body of the God of War Xing Tian paused for a moment, seemingly moved by the names and marks of the Yan Emperor's descendants. Zhao Gongming, having stayed in the human world for a long time, subconsciously wanted to say, 'God of War Xing Tian, you don't want the Yan Emperor's descendants to know that you're doing evil, do you?'

He looked at the Second Master over there and barely restrained the urge to吐槽. He just laughed loudly and said, "Xing Tian, please play some music."

"?? Play music?!"

The Turbid World demon god was stunned.

Then he suddenly felt a chill behind him and felt that the world seemed to suddenly become gloomy and dark, making people feel depressed and stiff, making people feel fear. Then, two blood-red eyes seemed to suddenly light up behind him.

"Yes!" Xing Tian laughed loudly.

He suddenly raised his fists and struck out with terrifying speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye! His aura was like a rainbow, like thunder, smashing the demon god's body stiff. Xing Tian was like a bloody mess.

"Play you!"

Then his hands came together, like drumsticks, his muscles bulging. He slammed down heavily.

The spine of the large demon, whose head was like a lion and could swallow mountains and drink the rivers dry, was directly smashed. "Beat you!!"

"And then…"

Xing Tian's hands crashed down, not using weapons, relying on his fists and feet, smashing out screams, smashing out the sound of flesh and blood collapsing, smashing out the sound of bones breaking, smashing out the wails of souls and the groans of true spirits. Xing Tian's true spirit was not there, only the暴虐 *sha* (killing intent) that had been stimulated by the *ling bao* (divine treasure) remained. The killing became more and more ruthless, but he just laughed loudly:

"Sing you!!!" Dancing with fists! Singing with muscles!

Before his death, the demon god said unwillingly and angrily, "Didn't you say that you were a civil official and didn't have their strength?" "Yes!"

"I am a civil official, I don't have their weak strength."

Xing Tian grinned and picked up his battle axe:

"Hahahahaha, don't run! Keep the music going!"

"Keep dancing!"

"Didn't you want to see me fight? Come on!"

The model for civil officials of the ancient times!

The nightmare of the gods, the strongest spear and shield of the human race, taking the death of the enemy as music, and the tearing of flesh and blood as a song, Xing Tian of the Yan Emperor tribe, the War God Xing Tian passed down by later generations, was besieging demon gods, and after six thousand years, he was once again able to block a group of demon gods and beat them wildly.

But when he had beaten them halfway, he suddenly felt that the feel was not quite right.

It wasn't quite the same as the gods he had fought in the Great Wilderness in the past.

But Xing Tian didn't have a brain at this time.

So he very naturally and confidently ignored this question.

He continued to beat them.

Even Guan Yunchang retracted the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and sighed as he looked at the War God Xing Tian who was laughing loudly over there, "It seems that there is no need for you and me to take action again."

"These demon gods are not his opponents. As expected of the ancient War God Xing Tian."

Zhang Liao nodded.

Zhao Gongming stroked his beard and suddenly said, "But Xing Tian seemed to be controlled just now. What if he's not satisfied after beating these Turbid World demon gods and comes at us?

Guan Yunchang and Zhang Wenyuan paused.

Seeing Xing Tian slowly stand up over there, his headless body was still incomparably tall, even more majestic than the generals sitting on war horses, and gave people an irresistible and terrifying sense of oppression, Zhang Wenyuan helplessly said, "God of Wealth Zhao, do you财神爷s all have the ability to make things come true as soon as you say them?"

"I remember that Hall Master Wei seems to have complained many times as well."

"Saying that it was because you spoke that he became so poor."

Zhao Gongming blurted out, "He's talking nonsense!"

Then he gnashed his teeth and said angrily, "His poverty has nothing to do with me." "Don't pass the buck!"

"I am a God of Wealth, not a God of Poverty, not a God of Poverty!"

"Get it straight, which God of Wealth only prevents people from getting rich, who can make people poor?

You are insulting me!"

Guan Yunchang slightly raised the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand and said, "Gentlemen, let's not talk about these idle matters. We still have to face this ancient War God now."

"Although I have always wanted to fight him, now is not a good choice..." Zhang Liao nodded, "What should we do?"

Guan Yunchang said, "The military advisor has a brocade sack."

Zhao Gongming said helplessly, "What era is it now? Why is Zhuge Wuhou still using the brocade sack trick?" Guan Yunchang said in a calm tone, "The military advisor said this is called role setting."

He glanced at it and said, "According to the military advisor, Xing Tian's true spirit has not yet recovered, and his consciousness is not clear enough, filled with recklessness and anger. At this time, it is best to take him around in circles and wait for an opportunity."

Zhang Liao looked at Xing Tian, who seemed to be roaring in another direction. "How can we make him follow us all the time?"

"Without a true spirit, with a reckless personality, and in a state of emotional anger."

"In all likelihood, after we牵扯 him for a while, he will act according to his own will."

Sure enough, the three of them only led Xing Tian away from the human cities of the overseas countries for a moment, and the War God gradually became bored when he could not fight or kill.

He began to转移 his direction and run towards other directions. Guan Yunchang pulled the Biao Dragon Horse and thought of what the young military advisor had given him.

He took out something similar to a mobile phone.

Zhang Liao wondered, "Can a mere modern device attract the attention of the War God Xing Tian?"

Guan Yunchang nodded, "The military advisor has never misjudged such matters."

He operated and turned on the phone.

It contained a留影 (image recording) type of magic.

Then a handsome young man appeared in the void. He smiled brightly, "Hey, Xing Tian!"

Then he raised a middle finger and said politely:

"You are a fool."

"I am your daddy."

In the midst of silence, Xing Tian, who had already run far away, paused his actions, as the *sha qi* (killing intent) surged and suppressed his sanity. Then, without hesitation, he turned around and ran wildly with his battle axe.

His hate value was directly满.

Wrapped in *sha qi* (killing intent) and murderous intent, he roared loudly, "Ji! Xuan! Yuan!"

"I will kill you!"

On how to accurately explode the hate value of the War God Xing Tian with three words: Ji Xuanyuan, I'm telling you this secret.jpg.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Guan Yunchang maintained his composure. "Let's go!"

The golden sword qi flew into the sky, and the golden Yuan Qi became more and more pure and brilliant, faintly with a feeling of clouds and mist lingering around it. Shi Yi turned his head and glanced at Wei Yuan over there.

"Worse than I thought…"

"It's like the Tang Sanzang meat in legends." "I wonder if it's edible."

Shi Yi shook his head and retracted this absurd idea from his mind. He looked into the distance, and in his pupils, the golden divine light was hidden.

With her strength, she could already see the terrifying blood-colored thunder light covering the sky, and the figure following that blood-colored thunder light in the distant other end. She frowned, "【Thunder】? I didn't expect it, she is indeed a troublesome opponent."

Qin Yuan Bird looked nervous, "Is it, is it the kind who is ten feet tall and has a waist circumference of ten feet, who doesn't care about 生冷 or death?"

"No, not only is she not, but she is also a beautiful celestial god."

Shi Yi nodded, noticing the subtle expression on the Qing Shan Dragon Girl's face, and added without changing her expression:

"It's just a pity, her personality is偏激 (biased), and she is not liked by people."

Above the sky, the blood thunder roared. The beautiful woman saw Shi Yi's calm expression and resolute face, and her expression became ugly. She said, "Shi..."

Shi Yi's tone was calm, "Long time no see, Thunder."

The Turbid World woman's face was very臭 (stinky). It wasn't that she couldn't beat Shi Yi, but this guy was the opponent she least wanted to encounter. Unless she could turn him into渣 (dregs) in an instant, otherwise, in less than a breath, Shi Yi would return to his original appearance. He was simply the opponent that the thunderbolt-like authority concept least wanted to encounter.

"Shi Yi, why are you guarding here."

"You are not in the Northwest Heavenly Realm, what are you doing here? Could it be that this Yuan Qi is related to the Heavenly Emperor?"

Shi Yi pondered, enlightened, and said blankly, "Yes."

He held the sword in his right hand and said blankly:

"This is the 'fruit' that the Emperor has been looking forward to for six thousand years, and is now about to mature." "It is the existence that the Emperor cares about."

"You妖魔 (demons), retreat. The existence that the Heavenly Emperor cares about?"

The Thunder Lord sneered, "So it turns out that it is a sword that Emperor Jun values."

Sword?

Shi Yi pondered. He seemed to understand something.

A sword-like Dao fruit, it seems that it can also be called that way. He nodded and said, "That's right."

"It is the most锋芒 sword in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, past and present."

"What a most鋒芒 sword in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, past and present!" The Thunder Lord laughed loudly and said ferociously, "Then, even if the opponent is you! I will,拆了 (destroy) it!!!"

Shi Yi's pupils were deep, and he did not avoid or retreat. He迎击ed head-on, and the two sides began to fight on the sea above this sky.

Only Wei Yuan, his breathing became more and more沉重 (heavy) and緩 (slow).

The aura gathered by the strands of golden cold light in his brow became more and more精纯 (pure). It was like a famous sword, only the last step was needed to be forged.

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