When Yuan Shengmao saw Mo Huitian's state in this state, he also paused the attack.

He was also a general in the country and also understood the pain in Mo Huitian's heart at this moment.

"Mo Huitian, don't worry, after you leave, I will never attack the soldiers in the Spirit Transformation Realm in this battle."

Yuan Shengmao sighed and finally shouted at Mo Huitian from the air.

"Saint Mahatma Yuan, you are very good. With an opponent like you, I will live a life without vain!"

Mo Huitian's eyes were blood red, facing the four eyes of the Origin Mahatma, and said sincerely.

Even if he wins today, he will have no face to live anymore.

Five million black scorpion soldiers, under his leadership, have almost died in less than a day.

He didn't know how many of these five million people would survive in the subsequent battle, and he didn't dare to imagine.

"Come on, fight each other quickly, so that I can finally learn about the swordsmanship of the number one swordsman in the world!"

Mo Huitian raised his head and evaporated his tears with his spiritual power, then looked at Yuan Shengmao again, his body shining with faint light, and his fists were shining brightly.

Swish!

The Holy Majesty Yuan nodded slightly, then turned into a golden light and rushed towards Mo Huitian.

At the same time, Mo Huitian also turned into a ray of ink light and rushed towards the Source Holy Mahatma.

Whoosh!

The golden light and the ink light collided instantly and immediately crossed.

The bright red blood flowers scattered from the blue sky.

Mo Huitian and Yuan Shengmao faced each other again.

"Why?"

Yuan Shengmao stared at Mo Huitian with his eyes and asked.

"Ha, you kid is a genius. If you practice hard, you should leave here as soon as possible like your master. This place is too small and will bury your talent!"

A wisp of red blood flowed out from the corner of Mo Huitian's mouth, his face pale, and he said to Yuan Shengmao.

"Why not block it?"

Yuan Shengmao's voice trembled slightly, and he asked again.

"It's time to end. This is what I, Mo Huitian, owe you to Blood Silver City!"

Mo Huitian smiled, looking calm.

“It’s time to end.”

Yuan Shengmao was stunned and nodded slightly, also becoming calm.

"Ha! We fought a war all our lives, but in the end, I didn't expect it to end in such a war!" Mo Huitian's eyes flashed with disgust and said self-deprecatingly.

Yuan Shengmao knew that he hated this kind of battle.

Mo Huitian used to fight for his home and also for protection.

From a soldier holding a long sword, he walked step by step to the position of the number one general of the Lingyun Empire.

However, at some point, the battle changed from guarding to plundering...

"Let's go!"

Yuan Shitian looked at Mo Huitian, looked at the regretful face, looked at the relieved pupils, and said lightly.

"Go on!"

Mo Huitian nodded slightly and slowly closed his eyes.

Yuan Shengxiong took a deep breath and slowly turned around.

A blood flower exploded from Mo Huitian's neck instantly, and his whole life was dissipated and he fell from a hundred meters above the sky.

The moment he collided with the Holy Mahatma just now, he did not blow that punch in the end, allowing the new generation of golden swords to flash through his neck.

He is tired, it's time to end!

He had forgotten what was the fundamental battle without realizing it.

He doesn't want to do this anymore!

Let the word "death on the battlefield" be put on the name Mo Huitian. This may be an explanation for your life.

Mo Huitian thought about this and finally left the world...

Lin Xing, who was in the Miantian Battle Panel, quietly looked at the scene in the light curtain, and looked at Mo Huitian's last relief, and had an epiphany in his heart.

The Origin Saint Mahatma roared, turned into a golden light and swooped down. Finally, he stood on his blood-colored crystal chariot, and immediately recalled five silver-armored tigers pulling the cart and returned to the Blood Silver City.

He wants to fulfill his promise and no longer attack soldiers below the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Otherwise, with his strength and the combat power that Blood Silver City has now, these five million people would be massacred in less than half a day.

Standing on the wall of Blood Silver City, the Mahatmaru stood with the handrail, and the tiger's eyes flashed with complex emotions that were difficult to interpret.

He watched quietly as the battle below.

Every moment, people are dying, and people are dying with hatred.

His heart was also shattered, because it was not only the soldiers of the Black Scorpion Army, but also the soldiers of the Blood Silver City.

As long as there is a battle, there will be sacrifices and casualties.

He has been fighting on the battlefield for many years and does not like war. How can he choose? He would rather be an ordinary citizen.

In the Miantian battle plate, Yuan Shitian looked at the vicissitudes and sadness on his father's face, and felt extremely sad.

Father and son are connected to each other, and through the light curtain, he can also see how tragic the war below is.

Even if Blood Silver City has the upper hand at this moment, there will still be casualties.

The number of enemies is still two or three times that of theirs.

"Brother Lin, I'm going to join the war."

With tears in his eyes, Yuan Shitian clenched his fists and said to Lin Xing.

With a divine thought, Yuan Shitian discovered that he had appeared above the Mian Tian battle plate in an instant.

The next moment, under Lin Xing's control, the Miantian battle plate slowly descended until a certain height, Yuan Shitian's eyes burst into flames, and a green light flashed, and the blue light sword was tightly held in his hand. Yuan Shitian jumped down and joined the battle.

Even though his cultivation level has reached the seventh level of the Spirit Tempering Realm, he still cannot achieve absolute self-protection in the face of war.

Perhaps now, no one in the Black Scorpion Army has a higher cultivation level than Yuan Shitian.

Ten people besieged Yuan Shitian, and he could handle it.

He could also deal with the siege of a hundred people.

But thousands of people are besieged, and ten thousand people are besieged?

There are also ubiquitous hidden arrows and sneak attacks.

War is not as simple as imagined.

Without absolute strength, even in the Spirit Transformation Realm, you may die.

And growing up in Blood Silver City, as the son of the Golden Sword Warrior Saint Mahatma, Yuan Shitian certainly knew this.

He could clearly choose to stay in the Miantian Battle Plate, enjoy a comfortable and safe environment, and wait for the sound of victory to sound, but he still chose to order himself to face the war and use his own hands to protect the city behind him.

Fight side by side with those comrades who are like relatives and protect the Blood Silver City together.

Just because he is a soldier, what he wants to protect is not only the Blood Silver City, but also his home.

Just because his father was leading the battle, his uncle was fighting fiercely with the enemy, and his uncles and brothers were fighting hard, fighting bloody battles!

Lin Xing looked at the figure of Yuan Shitian fighting in the light curtain, nodded slightly, and at the same time, controlling the Cangtian battle plate and began to launch the most terrifying attack on the Black Scorpion soldiers.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A powerful crossbow arrow shot out from the Miantian Battle Pan and captured life.

The aura cannonballs exploded in the crowd, killing the black scorpion soldiers.

Every crystal clear and cold-shining stone plate will be shot out with the death of thousands of lives.

You should know that before, killing five black scorpion warriors at the level of the Spirit Transformation Realm instantly and cutting off Mo Huitian's legs, it only used a round of stone plates.

It is conceivable that in one round of stone plate, there are many warriors in the Spirit Tempering Realm, Spirit Gathering Realm, and Body Tempering Realm.

Lin Xing is not Yuan Shengmao, he has not promised anyone.

He hated war and could not forget the ugly expression of the greedy and ferocious look of the black scorpion soldiers at the earliest times when the Black Scorpion Army had the upper hand.

This aggressive battle can reflect a person's heart to a large extent.
Chapter completed!