The blades meet, the snow turns red, the blood floats in the scull, and the sword is dumb.

The battle between ordinary practitioners is enough to fly sand and stone, break wood and hasten stone.

And what is the scene of a huge group of tens of thousands of practitioners fighting together?

The two armies fought on a vast plain. Although there was thin ice and snow on the plain, it could not stop the trample of thousands of troops and horses.

The thin ice just formed on the river in the distance has cracked, but the terrible vibration from the plain in the distance has directly affected the ice ten miles away.

There is no trace of any living things in the forest. Animals have a natural instinct to avoid danger. At the moment, they feel that the aura between heaven and earth is madly restless. Moreover, the smell of rust in the air is enough to make any living thing tremble, let alone go out to look for food.

Blood is flowing.

The aura of heaven and earth affected by tens of thousands of practitioners can not be ignored. Even the flying monsters have to consider whether the volatile and thin aura of heaven supports flying.

"Kill

There is only one voice left on the battlefield.

There was no extra voice. A second ago, before the white blade that pierced the enemy's chest was pulled out, it was shot into the heart by an arrow from nowhere.

Die together, at this time has become a wish.

As long as it's not a friendly army, you don't have to think about it. It's just a sword. No matter how many times stronger he is than himself, whether he's a man or a woman, whether he's old or weak, as long as he's not a friendly army, there's only one word.

Kill!

Kill one to make money, two to make money!

Soldiers on both sides have been killed everywhere, and those who can kill are red eyed.

No one likes war, but when war comes, the hot-blooded soldiers guarding the border never shrink back!

If the enemy steps into a leg, he will break it. If he steps into an army, he will destroy it!

The real Qi of the uprising, the bright light of the blade, and the arrows from the dark place are the killers who will take a life.

Strength in this place has become the only guarantee.

A martial arts master surrounded by groups only needs a sword around his body, and the blade of real Qi will be enough to let everyone around him break away.

This is the most cruel rule. A strong man can be a hundred, and he can do it easily. But a weak man can only rely on an endless number of people, trying to replace the strong man's life.

The truth that ants kill elephants is still true.

The martial arts master is not extraordinary. He can't fly into the sky. He still can't avoid death by standing on his feet.

If you are not a strong one who has reached the spirit level and stands in the air, you can overlook the struggle of all living beings.

However, the spirit level strong is not the cabbage on the market. After all, this war is only the first battle, and it is obviously unrealistic to invest in the national combat power.

Kill, blood, death!

This is the eternal melody on the battlefield.

The sky began to fall fine snowflakes, as if crying for the war under the clouds.

White and crystal clear snowflakes, falling in other places, are still the most white between heaven and earth, but falling on the battlefield, they have no choice but to change their own nature.

Only scarlet, and dim gray, became the keynote of this world.

Scarlet snowflakes, bloody clouds, gloomy sky, and the bright red splashing on the battlefield from time to time are the only colors of the battlefield.

The sword is dumb and tolls the death knell of the living.

No one can escape

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