The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

"kill!!!"

A terrifying cry of killing came into Chen Fan's ears, he opened his eyes abruptly, and the world in front of him changed its appearance.

This is the battlefield!

Zhinu and Daxuan have already started a decisive battle at this moment!

On the opposite side, Da Shan Yu was sitting on the wolf ride, behind him was a dense army of hundreds of thousands of slaves, and Gu Yongnian smiled gloomily beside him.

Li Yanran's eyes had the pleasure of revenge.

And the national teacher Bi Liemang glared at him, the second prince Erlu sharpened his sword, and familiar figures appeared in front of him.

Chen Fan looked down at him, wearing a black armor and gun, stroking his cheeks, now wearing a ghost mask.

The Profound Emperor who was in a bright yellow dragon robe by his side unexpectedly went to court by himself.

In addition, military marshal Pei Qing and Zhenbei General Wu Gang were also present. They all sat on their horses, cutting their sabers or spears in their hands, and were ready to fight at any time.

Looking back, Daxuan's army was all present.

Hu Benwei is led by Guo Gang, and Li Chengfeng is beside him.

Wu Aiguo took the only eighteen horses left by Chen Fan's team and stood on the battlefield, with an empty sleeve fluttering in the wind.

Chen Fan faintly felt that something was wrong.

But the next moment, the suspicion in my heart was all washed away.

He unexpectedly saw that Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi brothers and sisters also appeared on the battlefield, and even Mu Wanrong, Zhuge Yun, and even Jianxin!

"Emperor Xuan, why let them participate in the war? This shouldn't be!"

Chen Fan yelled frantically at the Profound Emperor on the side. Profound Emperor just glanced at him and said, "Now it's a decisive battle, and the national crisis is at stake. Who can't die?"

As soon as this statement came out, the doubts that had been suppressed a long time ago resurfaced. Chen Fan asked himself, is this a decisive battle?

Why does he always feel that something has not been done?

Frowning his brows and beginning to recall, but Chen Fan felt a splitting headache as soon as he thought about it, as if he had a pair of big hands in the dark, pressing his head firmly, not allowing him to think.

"Zhongjiro, the decisive battle is here, kill!!!"

Emperor Xuan held the sword of the emperor and spoke to the soldiers behind without turning his head, and then he was the first to attack!

"Kill!!!"

The call to kill resounded again, and Chen Fan just stood there, watching everyone he knew and rushing into the battle.

Blood began to spray, endless stumps and broken arms flying all over the sky. Just in front of Chen Fan, an ordinary soldier was smashed to pieces by the wolf rider, blood and meat sprayed all over his face.

The warm breath, the sticky feeling is so real, so...depressing.

Chen Fan noticed that Emperor Xuan was the first to die in battle, his head was cut off by Da Shanyu, and he just put it in front of the millions of troops, laughing wildly.

And Li Yanran, Gu Yongnian, everyone was laughing wildly, and the laughter pierced Chen Fan's ears so deeply, forcing him to think about the other things.

Even though Chen Fan kept repeating in his heart that the situation was wrong and the situation was wrong, he still couldn't grasp one direction and couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Boys, your Grandpa Wu is here, watch me slay all of your gangsters to death one by one!"

Wu Aiguo roared and yelled, using his only arm, brandishing a saber, and rushing into the center of the battlefield.

But the Sun Slave Rider only charged him with a horse and directly split him in half.

In addition, the remaining seventeen riders were the same. Facing a war of a million people, it seemed that they could not provoke a splash of water and were immediately submerged.

The corpses were scattered on the ground incompletely, trampled by war horses and monster wolves!