Following Xu Xiangjun's order.
A thousand men walked out from the Black Armor of the Seventh Army's Shadow Guard.
These thousand people all have the strength of the peak of the third level, and their height exceeds two meters.
While their true energy and mental strength were exploding, there was also another kind of power.
That kind of power is called the power of soul.
These one thousand men were selected and trained from the descendants of the Tang Dynasty's Modao Corps since the time of King Zhen.
Their blood can gather into a unique power called soul power.
And this kind of power is the key to the Mo Dao!
The Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao can conquer everything.
That was not the pillar described in history books, holding a huge sword as big as a door panel that was nearly three or five meters long and standing firmly in place, raising and lowering the sword when the cavalry charged.
The real Mo Dao will reappear at this moment!
Recreate the splendor of the Tang Dynasty!
"out!"
Xu Xiangjun roared.
A thousand peak-level third-level warriors quickly stepped forward, and the spiritual power of the thousand people burst out at the same time with a bloody color.
"knife!"
The blood-like power of the soul soared into the sky, and the mental power and true energy coiled around the power of the soul like a double helix structure and soared into the sky.
then,
A thousand blood-red swords towering into the sky appeared.
Each sword has a three-meter handle and a blade that is nearly three hundred meters long.
The three hundred meter blades are all over ten meters wide and three meters thick.
And with the appearance of these thousand towering swords, the murderous intent instantly chilled the area within a hundred miles.
The coalition forces of a hundred nations that rushed into the formation paused slightly, and there was a hint of fear in everyone's eyes.
But soon, they received orders from their own side's Venerable Realm.
Countless third-level and fourth-level practitioners rushed over, all of them with red eyes.
Once you enter the battlefield and actually fight, there is no right or wrong.
It's a fight between you and me.
Only the living are qualified to ask what is right and wrong, and are qualified to enjoy the pleasure of executing justice or bear the torment of doing injustice.
Survive!
If you want to survive, you have to kill the enemy.
You have to kill all the enemies before you fall!
True energy of various colors rose up, and murderous intent was in the air.
The enemy is getting closer.
Xu Xiangjun roared: "Vertical! Horizontal!"
The Modao team, consisting of one thousand peak-level third-level warriors, suddenly dispersed, but remained well-organized.
"kill!"
Xu Xiangjun roared.
A thousand swords slashed down vertically and horizontally.
Endless pressure came from the falling sword.
The knife fell to the ground.
A thousand swords crisscrossed each other.
And within the range covered by the thousand swords, no one survived.
All that was left was endless blood, and endless corpses and broken arms.
The knife rises.
The ground is crisscrossed with fields and paths.
Because it can create a crisscross pattern of paths and roads, it is called Mo Dao!
The sword rises,
Everyone fears the coalition of hundreds of nations.
This was the absolutely powerful army of the Tang Dynasty that swept across the earth and even across the three alien worlds.
As the saying goes, the Hu Ben of the Han Dynasty, the Mo Dao of the Tang Dynasty, the Yu Lin of the Song Dynasty, the Factory Guards of the Ming Dynasty, the Xie Die of the Republic of China, and now the Xuan Jia!
These are all manifestations of China's strongest military power!
The Venerable looked at the Modao team in front of him with a gloomy face.
Too strong!
Is this the China that can stand on equal footing with Mitya?
A hint of solemnity flashed across Dina's eyes in his cloak, followed by a hint of regret. It was a pity that such a powerful army could not become a weapon for him to realize his dream.
The Venerable released his spiritual power again.
Then, the remaining tens of thousands of coalition forces from hundreds of countries gritted their teeth and moved forward again.
Wherever the Mo Dao is deployed, no one can penetrate.
However, the Mo Dao is a traditional fighting skill that consumes a lot of energy. Even in the real history of the Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao Army, the strongest among them could only swing it three times in a row.
Although 99.999% of people don’t know what the power of soul is.
But when the Venerable came, he heard from the Statue of Liberty Mitya that the power of soul is the power of life, with a hint of the legendary life rate.
But before comprehending the life thread, the power of the soul consumes the vitality of the Modao team itself.
One strike will kill them, two strikes will destroy them, and if they are still unfaithful, three strikes will sever 90% of their vitality.
Just one more time!
The Venerable thought so.
Then, the earth-shaking Mo Dao fell again, killing people endlessly again.
At this moment, only less than 50,000 people were left out of the 100,000-strong coalition army of 100 nations.
Fifty thousand people looked at each other in bewilderment. Their morale was low and there was a tendency for mutiny.
But this is no mortal army.
This is the army of cultivators!
If you dare to retreat, the Venerable will massacre countless of you on the battlefield, even if you are lucky enough to escape from the Venerable.
But don't forget, this is an order from the eight heavens and ten earths.
If you disobey the orders of the eighteen great masters and become a deserter, then you will have no place to stay in the world from now on.
It may even bring disaster to the wife, children and family.
With this in mind, the coalition forces of a hundred nations, whose morale had completely collapsed, rushed forward again.
This time, the Venerable no longer hid behind, he personally took the lead and led the troops.
He flashed quickly, and his strange magic easily killed the already weak Modao team into pieces.
In an instant, less than three hundred people remained out of the one thousand Modao troops.
The official war has begun.
A complete melee ensued.
Xu Xiangjun continued to issue orders and refused to fight to the death.
A general should act like a general!
At the same time, behind Yinshan Mountain, the Lotus Master from the Chinese side walked out step by step.
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