The Eight Tribes were originally the descendants of the eight warriors of the Heavenly Palace, and now they have returned.

Every warrior is a peak Saint Lord. He stands high and overlooks everything, especially the rumble of the warships.

It was like a thunderous sound, occupying the entire sky.

"kill!"

A strong man waved his battle ax in his hand, and the warships began to attack.

Ning Fan and others restrained Long Aotian's ancient emperor's weapons, and the eight tribes cooperated with Daxia's army to launch the final attack.

With the addition of ancient warships, the defense lines of the four major forces were instantly breached.

The four major forces were all in chaos.

"Dragon King, and Long Aotian, it's time for you to finish." Ning Fan held the Jiuzhou Cauldron and controlled the Four Sword Formation of Zhu Xian with the other hand.

At this time, his appearance no longer changed, but his original appearance.

The pupils of the Xia family and the Long family shrank violently.

"Ning Fan!"

"You're not dead?" the Dragon King said angrily.

The faces of the Xia family were also extremely ugly. They had no idea that a man who had been dead for more than seventy years was now standing in front of them.

Now it has grown to a terrifying level, and it is necessary to wipe out their four major forces.

"Unexpectedly, you have been dormant for more than seventy years."

"Thanks to you, if you could have contributed to the Northern Territory back then, you would not have suffered the consequences of being exterminated today."

"Arrogant!" Dragon King was the first to be unconvinced.

He had long been seriously injured by Ling Nanfeng, and would have died if he had not used the magic of witchcraft to revive him.

"You have no chance."

Mu Qianxue led eight tribesmen to form a huge and terrifying killing array and descended.

People from the four major families exploded and died, and only some capable people were still struggling to support themselves.

Bang bang bang!!!

No matter how powerful Long Aotian is, he is only a strong person in the first level of the Ancient Emperor.

Faced with this one-sided situation, it is difficult to recover, and I am afraid that I cannot protect myself.

Martial God Zhao Huaian, Grandmaster Wan Zonghua, Bei Ming Wushuang, Sword God Ling Nanfeng, Sword Saint Lu Ye and several powerful quasi-emperors all took action to suppress it.

In conjunction with the imperial weapon, Long Aotian was suppressed with all his strength.

Long Aotian is a genius, one who can rival the Three Emperors, and the only one who can fight against the Night King before the troubled times.

"Ning Fan, if you dare to destroy my Long family, I will destroy the entire Daxia Kingdom." Long Aotian said.

"Hahaha, Long Aotian, do you think you have a chance? If you surrender, I will keep the blood of the Long family."

"Don't even think about it. If we people surrender, our descendants will be suppressed by you and we will never be able to raise our heads forever."

Indeed, if Long Aotian and his group died, Ning Fan would really let the children of the Long family go.

In the future, without the protection of their predecessors, the younger generation will also be suppressed, and strong people will never emerge.

Instead of passing on the bloodline in such a humiliating way, why not just fight to the death today.

Ning Fan exhaled and said: "Today, I will fulfill your wish, and there will be no traces of your presence on the land of Kyushu."

The killing array was activated and fell mercilessly.

Towering into the clouds, majestic and majestic mountain peaks were razed to the ground, and people from the four major forces fell one after another.

"No... our Beihan Sect is willing to surrender, we are willing to surrender." The people from the Beihan Sect shouted.

"Hmph, people from other families can stay, but not the Beihan Sect."
Chapter completed!