At the border between Longduanzhou and Manghuang Continent, the cracks in the ban on the Dragon Abyss are wide. The two continents have been fighting for thousands of years, and they have already produced real fire.

This is the world dyed red with blood, this is also a place where geniuses gather, and this is the whetstone to verify who is the real genius. A true genius not only has a rising cultivation level, but also needs to know how to survive in the war.

Ten thousand years of fighting form a tacit understanding, and it is divided into three battlefields according to its own strength. The lower five battlefield, the middle five battlefield and the upper five battlefield.

Among them, there are ladders built by spiritual energy in the battlefields of the lower fifth realm and the noon realm, which can be used by those who cannot fly to participate in the battle. Otherwise, if a person accidentally falls into the bottomless abyss of the Dragon trap, there will be no residue left that can be dropped.

In the battlefields of the Middle Five and Lower Five, both sides have top strong men in the upper Five. Beware of those who are crazy and rely on their high-level strength to fight. Run to the battlefields of the low-level and kill, and no one side can withstand such bad news.

On both sides of the abyss in the Lower Five Realms and Noon Realms, there is a strong man standing in charge every hundred miles. He either rides on a monster of different shapes, or sits cross-legged and meditates to monitor the range he controls. There are also sword cultivators who like to be cool and hover on the flying sword. These people have a unified title, and are the commander of the Abyss.

The peak magic cultivator in the fifth realm in Hongyuan, and the tenth realm magic travel realm. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are a vulgar man with a casual animal skin wrapped around their upper body, with their shoulders, bones, arched their waists and sabres, dressed in a full hunter.

Fang Zheng's face, thick eyebrows and angry eyes made him look a little more fierce. The most outstanding one is the black tiger under his crotch, with his limbs on the ground more than two meters high, twice as tall as a normal person. His thick tail is like a steel whip, and his big copper bell is full of coldness in his eyes.

Heihu was quite dissatisfied, and he was comparable to his master's Hongyuan in the lower five realms. They were the two leaders in the lower five realms of the Qianlong Continent and the Manghuang Continent.

Each person and a tiger have their own pride, and they are disdainful to kill weak people around them at the same level. They appreciate each other and kill each other. The two strongest people on the same battlefield are difficult to solve.

Every time two roads start fighting, the two people are always rushing to the front and are always the first to fight together. The other companions on the same film are very sensible and do not come forward to disturb and interfere.

Perhaps it was really aroused emotions, and the hardened Hongyuan found the flaws of the black tiger. While it was temporarily weak when summoning the power of the ancestors, the arrow feathers shot straight to the head of the black tiger. However, at the critical moment, the arrow feathers hovered in the air without killing the enemy.

Later, even though he didn't kill, Hongyuan was not polite. Taking advantage of the weakness of the Black Tiger, he was ready to attack it and was so angry that it was not repressed.

From then on, the Black Tiger became a mount and stayed in the Kuanglong Continent. Hongyuan did not do anything at all and bluntly stated that one day the Black Tiger could defeat him and return to the Wild Continent.

Now Heihu and his master have reached the peak of the fifth level together, but since he lost one time, he seems to have been defeated and has been suppressed by Hongyuan forever.

Heihu's pride has never weakened at all, nor has he regarded Hongyuan as his master. He just acted as a false and obedient act, not a sneak attack, but an open victory over Hongyuan.

If the gap is too big and there is no hope, the Black Tiger may accept his fate in disappointment. However, the gap between it and Hongyuan has always been a small defeat rather than a complete defeat.

It is inevitable that Hongyuan is regarded as the real master, and sometimes he gets angry. At this time, he saw the monks from the Dragon Continent who were out of sight in front of him, and his face was full of disdain.

A spy came to report: "You reported to the Duwei, the army of the wild continent is less than ten miles away from the Abyss of the Dragon. Please ask the Duwei to decide."

Heihu still disdained Hongyuan, let alone a stunner. He was just a monk from the lower five realms and ignored it at all.

I was able to sleep soundly with my eyes closed and I was awakened by the noise, and I didn't get angry. I lifted up the slap the size of a millstone and slapped the pathfinder into a paste.

"Bang" Heihu was slapped in the head first, his legs were not standing firm, and he staggered on the ground. Facing the pathfinder, Heihu suddenly lost his face.

"Heihu knows my heart and knows that I want to drink tiger bone soup recently. I made some mistakes on purpose so that I can get some ingredients from you, right?" Hongyuan threatened after slapping it.

After hearing this, the black tiger's spine became cold and immediately did not dare to move. He clearly remembered that he made the same mistake last time. Hongyuan chopped off his claws and made soup in front of it.

Then he found a big medicine to take it and regenerate the broken limbs. This was just the beginning of a nightmare. Hongyuan chopped the black tiger for a year, and almost every other month he removed his two claws.

In twelve months a year, Heihu witnessed his paws being boiled into soup twelve times. There were times when he smelled the fragrance and almost took a few sips himself.

Hongyuan ignored the thoughtful black tiger, cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "Beat the drum, leave the station!"

The aura was injected into the sound, and the voice of the rough man spread throughout the battlefield.

"Room" thousands of war drums are ringing at the same time, with the rhythm and the pace. They are louder than the rolling sky thunder, and everyone in the Lower Five Realms battlefield is excited.

"Kill!" Everyone shouted in an orderly manner, and the endless cultivator and the warrior charged forward in full swing.

There is no high or low status in this battlefield, nor does it force anyone to join the war. However, if there are those who dare to be timid and do not fight, the captain has the right to kill on the spot.

No matter how hard the person being killed has a backstage or how thick the family is, it is worth nothing in the battlefield of the Dragon Abyss.

The distance between ten miles is no problem for these divine cultivators and warriors. Both sides rushed to fight almost at the same time, and the actual distance between one side was only five miles.

Wuli happened to be the commanding heights of the lower five realms of divine cultivation and warrior sect, the speed of running. The human race and the monster who charged at the forefront had no moves to say, and they directly collided with their bodies.

The strong defeat the weak and the weak defeat, and if they lose, they will die. More often, they will directly hit into meat paste under high speed impact.

The woman riding on a snow-white elk at the forefront is so beautiful.

It was Lu Xiaoliang from Butian Pavilion who, since Zhenxi County killed Lu Jie, took advantage of their own shortcuts to reach the Dragon Trapped Abyss first.

Lu Xiaoliang is not good at physical strength, but the snow-white elk under him is extremely powerful. One person and one deer are galloping in the crowd like a chariot, and there is no intact corpse wherever he passes.

While breathing in a snow-white and confused manner, the souls that died in battle within a hundred feet of the surrounding area surged into their mouths. They chewed with relish, regardless of the enemy.

Not far away, Lu Xiaoliang had long hair on his shoulders with curly yang, and wherever he passed was full of blood mist. He faced a big monster who was good at physical strength, replenishing the yang to avoid the strength and weakness, and focusing on physical strength and strength of the big monster.

In the eyes of the monster, yang replenishing is even more cruel than monsters. The monsters are nothing more than greedy and occasionally eat a few bites after killing the human race.

Buying Yang does not eat monsters, but the big monster he killed must be killed and dies without leaving any broken limbs and arms. Even if the big monster is dead and has a body left, Buying Yang will tirelessly add a few punches until the blow is broken before stopping.

It was too cruel and killed the ordinary demons around him in fear. At the same time, it caused the strong men in the same realm to angrily, and regarded killing and replenishing Yang as their greatest military merit.

A giant elephant with long hair trembled as she ran. Wherever she passed, the demons gave in.

This demonic elephant Bakui brings back at least twenty heads every time he leaves the station, demonstrating his strong military achievements.

It is also true that the extremely domineering existence among the demon clan, and those who dare to block their paths are not good enough to be companions, and they will definitely be ruthlessly killed.

No demon race likes to provoke such a guy, so he naturally gives up enough space. He can make his huge body pass by quickly and leave.

Xiang Bakui was so happy that he rushed towards the enemy one step earlier and obtained military achievements earlier. Now when he looked at the Yang Bu, he was like staring at a delicious cake.

When he approached Buyang, he stood upright, intending to kill an ant. He solved the life of Buyang in an extremely humiliating way.

"Boom" Xiang Bakui's feet fell to the ground, but fortunately this is the staircase of the spiritual Goujian. He did not have enough strength to defeat this place.

However, there was no blood under my feet. I was shocked and surprised and found that the soles of my feet could not make any progress.

The fist swirled by the wind was like a pupil and smashed into the sole of Xiang Bakui's feet. The wind rushed straight into the heavenly court, and the brain was strangled into a mess.

He successfully killed Xiang Bakui's Yang Bu Yang, and was not in a hurry to find an opponent. Instead, he continued to punch the corpse until the huge body was gone, and then he stopped without any interest.

Looking around, a hint of green flashed in his eyes. It was as fast as lightning.

Buyang calmly and calmly, as if he was talking to himself, he reminded: "The Bodhi mantis was originally born on the Buddhist Bodhi tree. Later, he was sentenced to the Buddhist sect to escape to the wild continent and become a first-class force of the demon clan."

"It is known for its speed, and its body is comparable to a magic weapon of the same realm, and it is indestructible. Good at assassination, every time you march out of the station, you will successfully kill the genius who trapped the Dragon Continent."

"I regard the genius of the Dragon Continent as a cicada, and there will never be any trace of the oriole that can find you. Today, hehe."

Buyang suddenly closed his eyes slightly and raised his fist to hit his temple. Just as his fist was about an inch away from his temple, a ball of blood fog exploded.

Two top geniuses from the wild continent were killed one after another, and the morale of the demon clan's lower five realms battlefield plummeted. Within a hundred feet of the surrounding area, all demon clans dared not approach this god of killing.

Buyang licked the corner of his mouth: "If you don't come, I'll look for you."

While opening his eyes, his body suddenly shot out. He rushed into the demon group like a tiger or a sheep, his life passed by his fist was gone, and his corpse was rippling with blood mist.

In less than a stick of incense, nearly a hundred demons had no bones. Where the Yang Bu is located, the radius of a hundred feet is full of blood mist.

The long hair on the shawl was stained with blood, and the man standing in the blood mist murmured to himself: "The first person in the fifth realm of the Wild Continent, haven't you come out yet? I'll take you as a whetstone, and you should take me as a whetstone."

After a trembling sound, the three-foot green edge penetrated the blood mist. The speed was too fast to replenish the current realm of Yang, which was invisible to the naked eye.

He perceived the dangerous existence only by perceiving and subconsciously measured his body. Blood bleeds on his shoulders splattered everywhere, and a flying sword penetrated his body.

Buyang laughed unexpectedly and ignored the flying sword that penetrated him. Instead, he ran in the opposite direction, stepped on the ground after thirty steps. He jumped high and punched the void.

The dark eagle was shaken out, and the Netherworld eagle regarded itself as the Netherworld. The gods were eccentric and did not see their heads but their tails, and they had just hidden in the void.

Others can't learn the talent of this clan, and every time he goes with the feather, he is a flying sword. However, this Netherworld carving is not strong enough, and it has not yet cultivated the unique black and white double swords of this clan.

He found the enemy's Yang Bu Yang and was extremely excited. After landing, he continued to eject. Another punch hit the Netherworld Eagle's chest. The latter had a broken line and the kite flew backwards and coughed up blood.

It is not much better to replenish yang. If it weren't for the alertness of the body's deviation at the critical moment, it would not be just the flying sword that was swept back through the shoulder again, it would be dangerous and dangerous.

The two stopped slightly, and the two sides were full of joy. There was no hatred of a great enemy of life and death, but rather a smile on each other like friends.

Then he praised the other party in unison: "You are very strong."

Buyang smiled slightly: "You have killed a lot, you are as tired as me."

"Yes." The Netherworld Diao answered truthfully.

"Since that's the case, you and I will rest for a while before fighting. But before that, put away your flying sword." Buyang said with a word from the sky.

"Is that so? If I say, it's not me who really wants to kill you, but the top leaders of the wild continent?" The Netherworld Diao smiled and said nothing.
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