Reborn, being taken care of by the enemy Empress blocking the resurrection point

Luo Baiyue's eyes calmly swept over the dark crowd kneeling in front of her, and then looked at the silver-white token with a metallic luster in her hand.

Gao Yunjing, is this the trump card you left for me?

Luo Baiyue smiled inexplicably. The face of this smile was like the cold moonlight, melting moonlight, cold and beautiful, and could not be seen by the immortals in the sky.

Even the beautiful scenery of heaven and earth and all things are not so beautiful.

It's a pity that in such a scene, no one can see all the soldiers kneeling on the ground, staring directly at the land in front of them.

Only Luo Baiyue looked at a token and gave him a silly smile, as if the burden that had been pressing on her was no longer so heavy.

After all, there are always people trying their best to pave the way for you.

She waved one arm and said, "The whole army sets off and goes straight to Baishi in the northeast!"

The army took advantage of the mighty movement of the night and soon disappeared.

Three in the morning.

Lin Xiaoke stood quietly at the checkpoint, his eyes were lazy and he didn't know where he was looking.

After devouring so many general souls, he had gained some useful abilities.

He knows the most normal senses better than anyone else. Even though this place seems to be extremely safe now, he can still vaguely smell the aura of the coming rain that fills the building.

The truly cruel war is about to begin.

Lin Xiaoke finally turned back and looked in the direction of Bai Shizong. Gao Yunjing hoped that your wife could bear your expectations for her.

In the valley, a burst of killing shouts suddenly came from the sky, followed by intensive machine gun fire.

Lin Xiaoke saw the discarded brass shells flying all over the sky like popcorn, and the deafening gunfire continued, turning into heavy rain.

More people hold steel knives and rush to the battlefield ahead, waving them. The fight between cold weapons and cold weapons is always bloody and violent.

Blood all over the sky was flying in the wind, and the strong fishy-sweet smell lingered in the battlefield.

The collision between the virtual spirits was magnificent. The most basic thunder and flames exploded all over the sky and turned into little sparks falling down. The inexhaustible water source was diverted by them and turned into a flood that soared into the sky.

The mighty flood turned into a river, washing away the blood and living people on the battlefield.

Ye Qingliu appeared again holding a Tang sword. As the most respected general of the rebel army, he must fight this kind of war.

A long knife killed everyone everywhere, and no one dared to get close. The blood was as thin as a thin film all over his body, and it continued uninterrupted.

His whole body seemed like a lotus blooming in his blood, but it dissipated in an instant with the howling wind and majestic rain.

War always takes human lives mercilessly without blinking an eye.

Lin Xiaoke knew that even if he was not Ye Qingliu's opponent, he would still have to take action now.

Otherwise, the morale of the army will be in chaos and military discipline will be difficult to maintain. Soldiers who are scattered are often the best to deal with.

He once again pulled out the long sword that was tightly hidden in the scabbard. The long sword faced the light coming from nowhere, exuding a cold air.

That sword is not an ordinary steel sword, iron sword or alloy.

But bronze!

I think back then, Gao Yunjing directly took out the virtual spirit in his body and created this sword.

At that time, he sighed at Gao Yunjing's miraculous technique, which could actually take out the virtual spirits from other people's bodies at will. It was really terrifying.

And it can also materialize the virtual spirit inherited from this bloodline and make it into a weapon.

Thinking about it now, it should be the method provided by the god who lives in his body.

This long sword is extremely powerful. It has been with him on the battlefield for several months, participated in hundreds of large and small wars, and experienced the baptism of rain, snow, wind and frost.

It is a magic weapon truly obtained from the constant baptism of blood.

Lin Xiaoke held a sword flower on his arm, looked at the cold and smooth bronze sword in his hand and murmured to himself: "You should be the only one who can help me now,"

Then, he jumped up, rode the long wind and rushed to Ye Qingliu, and started a fierce battle with him.

Ye Qingliu held the Tang sword in his hand. The sword whipped up strong winds, which were fierce and deadly. Each sword was powerful and devastating. Every time it struck down, it would give people a feeling of inescapability.

It's just that his opponent is Lin Xiaoke. Even if his individual strength is not as good as Ye Qingliu, it doesn't prove how weak Lin Xiaoke is.

With his special abilities and the weapon in his hand made from high-risk ethereal spirits, Lin Xiaoke can be regarded as invincible in the battlefield.

Even if he now encounters Ye Qingliu, whose combat prowess far exceeds his own, he can still barely maintain one or two with his extremely high combat and psychological quality.

However, as soon as they met this time, Lin Xiaoke realized something was wrong.

Although Ye Qingliu's attack seemed to be still fierce, with his sword sharp and going straight to the vital point, the intensity of his attacks was visibly reduced.

When the swords collided, the groaning sound caused by the vibration of the Tang sword in Ye Qingliu's hand could no longer be heard.

Ye Qingliu's strength has become weaker!

Lin Xiaoke can confirm his conjecture very well. Hua Yan's ability is only to deprive others of their virtual spirit and give them the ability of their virtual spirit.

No matter how perverted you are, you cannot create a high-sequence virtual spirit out of thin air. When the battlefield is tight, you have to send out another forbidden virtual spirit.

In this case, the only way is to extract some of the ability from Ye Qingliu's body.

When he thought of this, Lin Xiaoke's eyes burst out with a light of desire. This light was as cold as ice, as sharp as a knife, and as fierce as a wolf.

Maybe the situation in this battle was not as bad as he thought.

If what Luo Baiyue said last night was true, then Hua Yan, the real highest combat power, would not come here to support.

As for the new helpers sent over?

Lin Xiaoke gave a rare sinister smile. Who doesn't seem to have such a thing as a helper?

While everyone in the stadium was fighting fiercely, outside the stadium, troops wearing black heavy armor walked in at a pace that made the mountains and rivers tremble.

Yudu's elite troops arrived at the critical moment!

Lin Xiaoke, who was having an inextricable fight with Ye Qingliu, had a flash of cruelty in his eyes.

Sometimes you really can't blame him for killing innocent people, on the battlefield! You can only do this in order to win.

Soon, when the army entered the battle with great vigour, intending to turn the tide in one fell swoop and capture the entire level again, a Tang sword mixed with the power of thunder and fire was thrust into the center of the battlefield.

In an instant, with the center of the battlefield as the origin, the power of thunder and fire was like an uncontrollable python, running around like crazy. Anyone who was touched by this power would die.

The powerful thunder will paralyze all the nerves in the human body immediately.

The dark blue flame mixed with strands of gold is like a ghost. As long as it touches a trace, it cannot be separated unless a strong man breaks his wrist.

Jiang Yan!