Sword Venerable Ling Tian

At this time, a young Military general wearing black armor walked in from outside the great hall.    

"Father, it's time for me to depart as well."    

"I wonder if he will be able to come back this time."    

Luo Zijun still had a confident smile on his face.    

"What are you talking about?"    

Luo Yi gazed at Luo Zijun, "I've asked someone to calculate your fate, and in this lifetime, you've been living a life of wealth and honor. Even though you've been through many twists and turns, you still have the help of a great man, go, I'll wait for your victorious return!"    

"Haha, alright, let's go!"    

Luo Zijun chuckled, buckled his armor, raised the Long Spear in his hand, and flew out of the hall.    

"Hur hur, it's time for us to leave as well."    

Luo Yi slowly stood up from the throne and grabbed a gigantic long lance behind him.    

Roar!    

In that instant, atop the Large Spear, a condensed black pterosaur shot into the sky, and a wave of King like aura suddenly rose from Yan Jing city.    

At the same time, in the entire Yan Jing city, a massive black dragon Ni appeared. It roared towards the sky with its divine might unparalleled.    

"Huns, I, Luo Yi, have waited far too long for this day!"    

"The long-cherished wish that Brother Ling was unable to fulfill back then, this time, I want to personally witness his success."    

"Let's go!"    

In the next moment, Luo Yi, who was holding a black Large Spear, disappeared from the hall.    

Five days later, Yumen.    

"Great General Cui, the Huns is attacking the city again."    

Luo Zijun's entire body was drenched in blood. On top of the Arm, there was a bloody wound.    

She carried the Long Spear and flew up to the city walls. Looking outside the city, she saw the endless Hun army rushing over with a look of helplessness.    

"Zi Jun?" Why haven't you left yet? Didn't I tell you to leave with your people? "    

On the city wall, Cui Kuohai, who was holding onto the Wangdao Weapon Blade's coiling dragon spear, saw Luo Zijun flying over with a pair of bloody eyes staring at him.    

"General, I, Luo Zijun do not know what abandonment is!"    

"Since I'm here to save the Yumen, I have never thought of escaping!"    

Luo Zijun laughed bitterly.    

"But how can I explain this to your father?"    

"I am just a bunch of old bones. Even if I die, I will die. But if I am with you, even if I am on the road, I will still feel incomparably guilty!"    

Cui Kuohai said in a heavy voice.    

"Great General, my Luo Family is a loyal clan, we have long put life and death on the line!"    

"Now, let's kill the enemy together."    

There was not a trace of fear on Luo Zijun's face.    

Even though there were only a few tens of thousands of handicapped veterans and the crumbling grand defensive formation left on the Yumen.    

"Hehe, Cui Kuohai, even now, you still want to stubbornly resist?"    

At this time, from within the Hun army, a gigantic black shadow rose.    

It was a huge Huns, as big as a mountain.    

The black figure gradually condensed into a tall and sturdy Huns with wings on his back and six lines on the top of his head.    

At this time, he was floating outside Yumen, smiling sinisterly.    

"Haha, Hu Bitu, you want me, Cui Guohai to surrender? Is the Fourth Tribe worthy of you? "    

Cui Kuohai's imposing manner did not lose out at all, as the Coiling Dragon Spear Technique smiled and said.    

"I'm not worthy?"    

"It seems that you really want to die!"    

"Let the warrior tremble!" Use your bloody Weapon s to kill all of Human Race, charge! "    

With a loud shout from the Arena, countless Huns below him surged forward crazily.    

On the Yumen, the Human Warrior was frantically pouring down Martial Skill, but he was completely unable to block the attacks of the Huns that were like an ocean.    

The grand formation trembled, then, after holding on for just a moment, shattered.    

RUUMMBLLLLE!    

Countless Huns surged forward and rows and rows of them were massacred.    

Without the protection of the Array, it was impossible for a city to withstand the Huns's attack.    

"Hu Bitu, if you want to snatch away my Yumen, it will still depend on whether I, your grandfather, agree or not!"    

Cui Guohai couldn't take it anymore, he raised his coiled dragon spear and rushed towards the Sixth Tier Dou Wang.    

As long as he killed this Sixth Tier Dou Wang, there would still be a chance for him!    

"Hehe, who do you think you are!?"    

With a cold snort, the Sixth Tier Dou Wang took out a handful of long knife and welcomed the attack.    

Atop the blade, an astonishing Soul of Artifact appeared. It was actually the same as the coiling dragon spear; both were Wangdao Weapon Blade!    

The two sides collided repeatedly in the air, and for a time, it was impossible to determine the victor.    

And as a result, the Hun army below him immediately surged upwards, and the human army was directly defeated.    

With the black gun in his hands, Luo Zijun kept on killing. Even though the combat power was extremely vicious, there were simply too many Huns s that could not be killed!    

"Bam!"    

Amongst the Air, a long sword suddenly thrusted out, causing Luo Zijun to be unable to dodge in time, and his back was directly struck by the sword.    

Puff!    

After spitting out the Blood, Luo Zijun flew up into the air and landed in the dust.    

At this time, her Battle armor had already completely shattered and her aura had begun to become dispirited.    

"Hehe, Human Race, Good-for-nothing!"    

From within the Void, a Fourth level Dou Wang walked out with a longsword in hand. It looked at Luo Zijun with a face full of ridicule.    

"Damn it!"    

Luo Zijun struggled to stand up, although he had lost all of his vitality, his hands were still holding onto the Long Spear.    

She knew that from now on, she would probably never see her father again.    

However, she still chose to fight.    

"Huns, my Human Race does not have a Good-for-nothing!"    

Luo Zijun's body trembled, he immediately initiated the battle and was about to rush forward.    

"You're tired, let me do it!"    

However, a scorching, yet powerful palm suddenly grabbed Luo Zijun's shoulder, pressing her down.    

Luo Zijun's entire body trembled. He suddenly turned around only to find a white-haired Military general who was completely immersed in flames. Unknowingly, he had appeared behind her back.    

"Ling Tian?!"    

Luo Zijun was shocked. He never thought that Ling Tian would suddenly appear in the Yumen at this time.    

"Yes, leave this to me. You've done your best."    

Ling Tian's mouth curved into a smile, and he slowly covered his mask.    

"Yet another Human Race who has come to die!"    

The Fourth level Dou Wang saw that Ling Tian had stood up, and became furious, raising his long knife he rushed forward.    

"Scram!"    

However, Ling Tian suddenly turned, and with a loud shout, he threw out a palm strike as he raised his hand.    

Kacha!    

Space itself shattered, and along the way, the giant fiery palm crushed the Fourth level Dou Wang within the Air. Along the way, thousands of Huns had all died!    

The sudden appearance of the terrifying Martial Skill immediately attracted the attention of all the spectators on the battlefield.    

Ling Tian slowly flew up from the battlefield. When the Thunder Sword and the phlebotomus came into contact, a pike pierced towards!    

"What!?"    

Hu Bitu also felt Ling Tian's powerful attack, and quickly blocked with the long knife in his hands. A loud explosion resounded, and even he was forced to take a few steps back to cancel out the energy on the pike.    

"Who are you!?"    

Hu Bitu was shocked, looking at Ling Tian, he never thought that the Human Race could have such a tyrannical being.    

"I, Human Race Ling Tian!"