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However, the demon god's ability to descend into the world has not disappeared.

When Wang Xiaojian fell to the ground, the purple-red true energy brought by the demon god turned into a blood-colored Fangtian painted halberd, forming a circle with a radius of thirty feet.

This circle exudes a terrifying aura, like a magical land.

It blocked the retreat of the vanguard of the Moro Kingdom, and also caused those who rushed forward to turn their backs and fall into the devil's land of death.

The bloodthirsty breath, like an invisible magic hand from hell, firmly grabbed the body of the vanguard of the Moluo Kingdom who fell into it.

They screamed, but couldn't stand up, the bloodthirsty strength made their bodies weak quickly.

"what?!"

The generals of the Vanguard Army of the Moro Kingdom were taken aback.

Looking at the center of the demon land, Wang Xiaojian held Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, and looked at his flying white clothes and black hair. They were shocked, as if they saw a real killing demon god.

Heart aghast.

kill~

kill kill kill~

However, a sense of astonishment just rose in their hearts.

Suddenly, in the direction of the pass, there was a loud cry of killing.

It's Xia Guojun!

The 15 Xia Guojun guarding the pass filed out at this moment.

They rode war horses, held weapons in their hands, and exuded a monstrous fighting spirit.

Xia Guo cannot be humiliated, and Xia Guojun is not a pig.

They want to chop those people who insulted Xia Guo and Xia Guojun into ashes!

kill~

All 15 Xia Guojun were dispatched.

The condensed momentum made the vanguard of the Moro Kingdom terrified.

In the front, there was Wang Xiaojian, who was like a demon god, and in the back, there was the enraged 15 Xia Guojun.

They were surrounded in the center, and nothing but fear remained in their hearts.

Even the deputy general of the Vanguard Army of the Moro Kingdom was terrified.

I am afraid that they will be beheaded in the next second.

However, after panicking, a vicious light shot out from their eyes.

A wave of determination to die or die spread in my heart.

The bearded lieutenant general of the Vanguard Army of the Moro Kingdom raised his weapon, turned towards Wang Xiaojian, and roared through gritted teeth, "Brothers, kill me."

"Kill him and you will live!"

"General Hussars must be here. Go there and meet General Hussars!"

"kill!"

"..."

On the battlefield, war horses were galloping, a total of [-] vanguard troops from the Moluo Kingdom all charged towards Wang Xiaojian.

To be able to kill Tian Feihu with one punch, he must be a very high-level warrior.

However, for the Moro National Army, the high-ranking Martial King is not invincible.

Most of the people in the Moro National Army are strong generals.

They used their martial arts at the same time to destroy the world.

No matter how strong Martial King is, they can join hands to kill him.

"go to hell!"

A soldier of the Vanguard Army of the Moro Kingdom let out a roar like thunder.

They raised the weapons in their hands, used their strongest martial skills, and bombarded in Wang Xiaojian's direction.

They want to kill Wang Xiaojian in an instant!

To chop him into ashes!

Chapter 777 Dare to fight to the death?

However, they were too naive.

When the power of the destructive martial arts fell, Wang Xiaojian's body turned into a rapid stream of light and disappeared instantly.

The blood-colored halberd light tore through the air.

The disappearing figure of Wang Xiaojian reappeared.

Immediately, holding Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, he used Lu Bu's signature skill, Fang Tian's painted cut, sweeping across all directions.

puff puff~

Ah ah ah~

Wherever the bright halberd light passed, the pioneers of the Moro Kingdom let out heart-piercing screams.

The halberd blade of Fang Tian's painting halberd was stained with blood, which triggered the magic, causing the halberd blade to emit a purple-red light.

That is the awn of killing, the awn of blood.

After radiating out, behind Wang Xiaojian, it condensed into a phantom of a demon god.

At this moment, Wang Xiaojian became the nightmare of the Moro National Army!

He resumed Fang Tian's painting of the halberd and continued to fight.

Five-star general, kill!

Six-star general, kill!