crossing with green hills

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In the sky, a group of black shadows slowly appeared, with their footsteps pounding and rumbling.

In the sight of the demon, groups of neatly arranged black shadows gradually came out from the ground and appeared on this battlefield.

She was dressed in pure black armor, flashing a chilling light, only the faces were exposed outside the black robes, and half of the faces were covered with mysterious blue lines.

A cold and evil spirit, different from that of the Heavenly Demon, rushed towards his face.

A group of generals headed by Wang Jian were shocked, they saw clearly the appearance of the person who came, the person in charge was the grandson of Wang Jian in the past, Wang Li who fell into the fairyland.

They all thought that the [-] Qin soldiers were already dead, but they didn't expect to meet unexpectedly in such a scene today.

Veteran Wang Jian lost his composure, staring at the familiar face that he often dreamed of when he dreamed back at midnight, with tears running down his face, he thought of Meng Tian, ​​if he is not dead, he probably is the most comforting thing besides himself now.

The spear swept across, brushing the hair by Wang Jian's ears, and shot at the demon behind him who was waiting for an opportunity to attack like lightning.

With Wang Li's wave of his hand, tens of thousands of black troops behind him poured in like a tide, fighting with the Heavenly Demon.

Among the swords, spears and halberds, Wang Li had a cold face, nodded to Wang Jian, stretched out his hand to recall the spear, and directly killed the demon closest to him.

For a time, the pressure on the human race was greatly reduced.

"These are ghosts!"

"It's a fairy! It must be a fairy who couldn't bear the suffering of our human race and came to help!"

……

Someone saw Qin Jun appearing suddenly. After being hit by the demon, he didn't die immediately, but his figure blurred, and it was only after the second blow that he shattered like ashes.

Surprised, thoughtful, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of something, and exclaimed, which caused an uproar among the human race on the battlefield.

Resurrected!

This kind of method can only be done by the immortal who fiddles with the universe.

Immortals will not intervene in the battle between humans and demons. It has been rumored as early as a year ago. In the tragic battle just now, no immortals appeared, and everyone had no hope.

Immediately thinking that the immortal was paying attention to this matter, and even sent someone to help, he immediately lifted his spirits.

Of course, the four spirit birds don't count. As we all know, they were obtained by Li Si, the Prime Minister of the Great Qin Dynasty, who had been guarding the fairyland for a long time.

For a time, the momentum of the human race rose sharply.

Even more crazily, he killed the Heavenly Demon Clan, as if victory was in sight.

The good times don't last long, and the participation of tens of thousands of people is just a drop in the bucket in the meat grinder of this war between humans and devils.

Soon, he was entangled by the endless demons, and he was unable to do his own thing. After a long time, the advantage he had just now was gradually leveled by the demons.

People continue to blew themselves up and fell on the battlefield.

Wang Jian was panting heavily, his helmet fell off at some point, and his armor was stained with blood. He stared at Wang Li, who was fighting bloody battle in the distance, with a flash of relief in his eyes.

Afterwards, he glanced at Xianyang City with nostalgia, then glanced at the beacon fires everywhere, and looked up at the figure confronting the Demon Ancestor above the sky.

"Swear to live and die with Da Qin, and live up to the old Qin Wang's family!"

With a few desolate laughs, he jumped into the group of demons, exploded, and dragged the two demons to be buried with him.

Such scenes can be seen everywhere on the battlefield.

In the end, even Xiang Yu couldn't bear it, because he saw his uncle Xiang Liang was killed and died tragically in the mouth of the demons, and Xiang Jiaerlang who came with him was even more miserable, and all died in battle.

The sweetheart also left him, dragging the demons to die together.

The more Xiang Yu killed, the more courageous he became, and he was gradually fascinated by the evil spirit. He no longer knew how long he had been killing, and his whole body was stained with blue and red blood. Some belonged to others, some belonged to him, and most of them belonged to the demon.

His hands were so sore, the true energy in his body had been exhausted, and the pills given by the Heavenly Hospital had also been exhausted.

Xiang Yu is already tired, tired!

With a violent shout, the long spear in his hand suddenly radiated a sky-high light, and shot a flying demon flying towards him.

Click!

The long spear could no longer withstand the enormous force, it was overwhelmed, and it shattered into pieces, turning into a pile of broken copper and rotten iron.

"September is late autumn, frost is flying everywhere, the sky is high and the water is dry, and the geese are cold and sad.

The hardest thing is to guard the frontier and wander around day and night, and to be solitary in the sandy hills.

Ten years away from home, my parents say goodbye, and my wife, He Kanxi, lives alone in a lonely house.

......"

The majestic and desolate song of Chu came from Xiang Yu's mouth. He stepped forward, laughed loudly, rushed into the densest group of demons, and blew himself up.

"Jiang Dongerlang, you're back home!"

"Xiaoyue, go home!"

boom!

With a deafening bang, Xiang Yu dragged ten demons with no fewer than ten heads, buried Huang Quan, and wrote a sad song on this battlefield.

boom!

boom!

……

The fall of the overlord of Western Chu seems to have kicked off some kind of prelude. He blew himself up even more crazily than before, and appeared collectively. Whether it was ordinary people or nobles and wealthy businessmen, more people poured out from the gate of Xianyang City continuously. Without further ado, he blew himself up.

The Heavenly Demon suffered heavy casualties.

In the end, Tianmo became ruthless, followed suit, and played the trick of self-destructing.

Now, the entire battlefield seemed to be lit with a large firecracker, and the sound of explosions rang out one after another.

Both the human race and the demon race suffered heavy losses. ,

……

over nine days.

Ying Zheng glared at the opposite sky with a gloomy expression, with bruised veins on his forehead, feeling more and more strenuous.

The new round of self-destruction of the human race and the demon race temporarily provided him with sufficient blood energy for him to absorb, otherwise, he really couldn't bear it.