Twin martial arts

The long knife pierced the air, and the real dragon hovered.

The two legions that rule the roost in their respective fields are fighting, and no blood has ever flowed, which is more dangerous than the flying of the stumped limbs and arms.

Because this is a competition of fighting spirit between two armies, it is a battle of cohesion, if there is a little mistake, it will lose everything.

Uncle Guo's face was grim.

This is the army he personally endowed with soul and spirit, and it is also the capital that he can stand side by side with General Zhan Tian.

Moreover, since the founding of the army, there has only been one defeat in the Demon God Army. Can the Heaven-Slaying Army be able to kill the Heavens?joke.

For so many years, he has been overwhelmed by the army he created alone. At this time, can he still turn the world upside down?

He looked at Lin Fan who was frowning all the time, as if he was contemplating something important, and there was no limit to the murderous intent in his eyes.

Just wait, first shovel Zhan Tianjun and kill Xu Yang.

Then it's your turn.

"kill!"

Xu Yang roared angrily, that blue sword was even more terrifying and eerie.

Lin Fan once told him how to break the method of killing the God Army's fighting spirit, and he was 90.00% sure that he could break it.

However, today he will not use that method.

Been suppressed by this god-slaying army for too long.

If he single-handedly jumped over this legion, he would not be able to relieve his hatred at all.

What he wants is a brilliant victory, crushing.

Lin Fan suddenly turned his head, looked at Uncle Guo, and grinned: "Uncle Guo, who do you think will win?"

Uncle Guo glanced coldly: "What do you think?"

Lin Fan laughed and didn't answer.

Uncle Guo snorted coldly: "Why don't you and I have a big gamble too?"

"What are you betting on?" Lin Fan glanced at Uncle Guo.

"Fate!" Uncle Guo's eyes turned cold.

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Uncle Guo is so high up that he wants to bet his life with me?"

"Are you worthy?"

Uncle Guo came up with such a sentence, and it was ridiculed.

Who is he?

He was only half a step away from reaching that position.

At this time, it is the pinnacle of the emperor, who is expected to be a great figure in that realm.

Even if he thinks he will win, he will not agree to this kind of bet, just because he thinks it is an insult to him.

"Then why are you betting on your life?" Lin Fan's eyes turned cold.

Uncle Guo smiled lightly and said: "Don't you want the life of Emperor Haotian? Let's take a gamble. If the Zhantian army wins, this emperor will personally take his head for you. If you lose—"

Uncle Guo's eyes were gloomy: "This emperor will make your soul fly away and your body die!"

Uncle Guo just opened his mouth like this, completely ignoring the greatly changed eyes and pale cheeks of Emperor Haotian behind him.

Emperor Haotian!

Lin Fan gritted his teeth, and the hatred that penetrated into the bone marrow was revealed in his eyes.

When he first entered the Seventh Realm, it was the Emperor Haotian who personally opened his intestines, and used his fingertips to beat his internal organs, just to see the whole picture of the golden heart.

"Gambling!" Lin Fan opened his mouth, and his cold eyes swept over Emperor Haotian: "Is it cool? You have always been a dog, but in the end you are nothing more than a dog."

Haotian looked depressed, even a little lost, he was thinking, after so many years, following this man in front of him, right?is it wrong?

This kind of bet is frightening to death, and an emperor will die at every turn, which really frightens everyone.

Princess Jue smiled again and again: "I like this kind of bet, so I will be the notary. If anyone loses, dare to play tricks, heh."

Threat is full of meaning.

"Haotian." Uncle Guo looked sideways slightly, looking at Emperor Haotian behind him from the corner of his eye.

Haotian bowed his head, but didn't say much.

"Will we lose?" Uncle Guo asked again.

With his head down, Haotian raised his head slightly, Uncle Guo shook his head and said with a light smile, "We have won for 2000 years."

These words seemed to give Haotian a reassurance.

On the battlefield, the battle begins.

As time passed slowly, Uncle Guo's face changed slightly.

It seems that in the past, the Zhantian Army was defeated with one touch, but today it was able to resist for so long.

"kill!"

Xu Yang roared angrily, and he flew up, but the cyan sword disappeared, and it turned into a thousand fighting spirits again, and all of them were integrated into Xu Yang's body.

And his aura increased sharply, and even traces of the aura of the emperor's realm permeated the air.

Taking a step forward, stepping on the heads of the [-]-strong army, Xu Yang roared angrily, "Slaying the Heavenly Army——slaying people!"

"Cut the sky!"

1 people roared at the same time, and it turned out that the fighting spirit soared again, and in front of Xu Yang, a blue sword appeared again.

Xu Yang held the saber in one hand, and slashed out.

Keng!

The fighting spirit real dragon of the Slaughtering God Army was cut in half, the real dragon howled miserably, and the fighting spirit dissipated. At that moment, thousands of Slaughtering God soldiers turned into fly ash without even howling.

"Slashing the Heavenly Army - Slashing the Earth!"

Xu Yang roared angrily, he took a big step forward, and slashed down with the big knife in his hand again.

The battle spirit dragon of the Slayer God Army was cut into three sections, the broken body of the dragon rolled, and the dragon's head was howling, causing the void to explode.

Uncle Guo's expression changed.

Emperor Haotian's face was ashen ashes, trembling all over.

"Zhantian Army - Zhantian!"

Xu Yang held a knife in both hands, and slashed down with one knife!

In the eyes of the world, there seems to be a scene where a god divides the sky with a knife and cuts the sky and the earth!

Tu Shenjun, dead!

There are no bones left, only thick ashes piled up on the sand field.

Everyone looked in horror at the proud man holding a knife and pointing at the uncle!

Slash the sky, the earth, and people!

What an overbearing Xuyang!

What a brutal Heaven Slashing Army!

"Old bastard, do you really think that the Heaven Slashing Army is not as good as the God Slaying Army? That's just acting with you!" Xu Yang roared.

Uncle Guo took two steps back!

How could one win or loss make him like this?

What he fears is.

This Heaven Slayer Army is willing to lose to his God Slayer Army for 2000 years.

So, who is it that can suppress the arrogant soldiers in the Zhantian Army?

So, why did you lose this 2000 years?

So, why?

At this time, Uncle Guo unexpectedly had a catastrophe approaching, and all the things he believed in the past seemed to have become a joke!

For example, the power controlled by the Mozun Palace is at most equivalent to that of other countries' uncle's palaces.

For example, as long as he becomes Linshen, he can take the world in his hands and so on.

All kinds of problems are not just thought of by his uncle.

Fear appeared in the eyes of all the big figures in the uncle's mansion at this time.

They all looked at the tall woman with fearful eyes, and they felt sincere fear.

Today's battle, like a crack, has since appeared in the family of the uncle's mansion.

"So, is now the time to fulfill the bet?" Princess Jue chuckled.

Everyone's thoughts were interrupted, and they all looked at Uncle Guo, what would he choose?

Then, with pity and sympathy, he looked at Emperor Haotian again.

It's sad.

This is an emperor, high and high, if it is normal, who would dare to look at him with such eyes?

"Hehe." Emperor Haotian smiled bitterly. He looked up at the sky, as if he was really wrong. He followed the uncle of the country for 800 years, but he just regarded him as an old dog that could be discarded at will.

"Uncle Guo, I am a witness, so don't make it difficult for me." Princess Jue said coldly.

Uncle Guo's face struggled, and his eyes showed fierceness. He looked at Haotian: "Don't worry, I will take good care of your family."

Raising his hand, he was about to slap Haotian to death.

"I, Lin Fan, want to kill people, so why should I use your hand?" Lin Fan said contemptuously, and looked at Haotian: "Old dog, can you remember the words of the Japanese venerable?"

Haotian's body trembled.

Of course he remembers.

That day, it was a man who was locked up by the rules and order, and asked him calmly what his name was.

Lin Fan's face was contorted and hideous: "When the Japanese Venerable asked your name, go back, there are still six years left, and your life will be taken by myself after six years."

Haotian laughed out loud, but the meaning was unclear, he flew away directly without saying hello to Uncle Guo.