Among the more than a dozen seven realms of the Yuan Dynasty, only Ding Yanzhi never made a move from beginning to end.

Noting that Yue Yun, who was in silver armor and white robe opposite, was always staring at him, Ding Yanzhi smiled a little. He knew that the other party was wary of him suddenly attacking others. Unfortunately, the gap between the asymmetry of intelligence and the wisdom of the gap, so that except for Kublai Khan and Ali Buge and other senior management, he didn't know that he actually had no idea of ​​taking action.

Standing on the platform with his hands behind his back, Ding Yanzhi looked at the Dark Night Dragon Cavalry with a faint look at the formation of the European heavy cavalry first, and then tore up the 300,000 European troops who were entangled with the Song army like a steel knife.

Although the 300,000 European army was complex, it was nothing more than light infantry, heavy infantry, crossbowmen, spearmen and 100,000 magicians.

If they face other levels of troops, they may not be defeated so quickly, but the deterrent power created by the Dark Night Dragon Knight of the Heavenly-level troops is too terrifying, and they will defeat the advantage they had previously relied on their number of people to defeat them.

Although soldiers from both sides continued to die, the battle became more and more intense. In the blazing flames, countless corpses fell to the ground, and blood flowed and soaked the soil, making the increasingly rich dead energy and blood energy converge together and fill the entire battlefield.

Looking down at the noisy battlefield quietly, Ding Yanzhi fell into a rare calm, his mood was as calm as water. No matter how shouting and wailing in the world, it would be difficult for him to create a ripples of distraction.

In his mood, a large number of bone soldiers wearing ragged armor suddenly appeared in Ding Yanzhi's vision. They dragged their heavy and broken armor, fighting the enemy troops around them like living creatures.

"Life is disillusioned, life and death are like dreams, and there will always be a new birth after death, and birth will inevitably lead to death. Life and death cycles are endless. This is the biggest law in the world."

As he murmured softly, the sharp color in Ding Yanzhi's eyes became more and more vivid. He has studied the secret teachings of the Legalists and comprehended the swordsmanship for several years. He accidentally deduced a trace a year ago, a trace that was enough to break the deadlock.

At this moment, stimulated by the scene of the brave warriors fighting, the trace quietly expanded, and from the flash of inspiration turned into a true and true understanding, attracting all his mind and will.

It’s like a blessing and soul coming, or it’s like pushing the door and asking the way.

With one step forward, Ding Yanzhi's whole body was like a volcano erupting, and his body was still moving, but three white and one red sword lights slid out of his sleeves. In a blink of an eye, it had already swept to four sides of Huangyang Mountain. The tips of each sword stood down on a mountain top. Then the energy intertwined and sensed each other. In an instant, it divided into four huge sword gates standing tall in the sky and the earth. The sword energy rolled across the sky and the sun, rolled out from the sword gate, and spread out all over the world.

"What's that?"

When Yue Yun saw the four huge sword gates, he was shocked. With his dignified seventh-level king-level powerhouses, he would have such a feeling. Could it be that the power of this formation can match the eighth level?

Kublai Khan, Zong Ze, Xu Xuanrong, Zhang Ziqiang, Long Wu, Yelu Chucai and other seven realms also sensed the terrifying murderous intent that aroused from all sides. Even if everyone was in the seven realms, they even had the illusion that they were about to die for a moment.

Even the powerful people in the seventh realm had this feeling, not to mention the soldiers from both sides of the fifth realm, sixth realm and below. The vast sword energy in the sword gate had just flowed out of it, and everyone was both heart-hearted and soul-stricken, and inexplicably felt a catastrophe.

Yao Ruoyu was fighting with Kublai Khan, and the swords and swords were constantly intertwined. The thunderous sounds of thirteen dragon shadows behind Yao Ruoyu were shocking. Kublai Khan increased his holdings to the great road with the dragon energy of the emperor. The aftermath spread five thousand feet away. The soldiers along the way all turned into ashes without exception.

When the four sword gates stood tall, Yao Ruoyu's immortal sword in his hand was inexplicably beaten, and the sword spirit that was about to be condensed and formed also stopped in an instant. As a result, Kublai Khan seized the opportunity, and the sword light bar slashed continuously, forcing him back hundreds of feet.

With one step, Yao Ruoyu cut out the sword with one sword. The four swords of the Evil Dragon Sword, the Killing Dragon Sword, the Xuanhuang Dragon Sword, and the Rebellion Dragon Sword merged into one, turning into a magnificent sword force to tear the world, and the flame scimitar broke with a crack. If it weren't for the crazy operation of Kublai Khan's realm around him, he would have been penetrated by Yao Ruoyu's sword.

After intimidating Kublai Khan, Yao Ruoyu looked at the Zhenxian Sword with a strange look, and he was extremely suspicious. He didn't understand why his natal sword had such a big reaction to the four sword gates that appeared out of thin air.

However, Yue Yun and Deng Yitong, who had already discovered that the situation was strange, hurriedly ordered people to gather the army. The literary and artistic army was fine. They fought fiercely and died tens of thousands of people in battle. At present, only about 110,000 people were left, and they soon gathered together.

However, the Song army was large in number, and more than 200,000 troops were not so easy to gather. There were also hundreds of thousands of European troops. Because they were too persistent in engaging with friendly forces, they were divided into pieces by the densely packed European army.

At the same time, Yao Ruoyu, who was confronting Kublai Khan, suddenly looked shaking, and he saw a huge murderous intent suddenly burst out from the four sword gates in the distance, sharp and sour, as if he wanted to kill all the things in the world.

The next moment, rolling clouds and mist flowed out from the four sword gates, turning into angry waves and swept through the rushing waves. In an instant, the entire Huangyang Mountains, together with the Literary and Art Army, the Song Army, the Yuan Army, and the European army were completely submerged by thick fog.

He sacrificed the Tai Chi diagram and the Chaos Bell hanging above the Literary and Art Army. Xu Xuan flew into the air and said solemnly: "I'll help me with all three!"

Cai Xudong, Xi Shi, and Han Derang nodded and agreed, and the boundary was circulating, and they each comprehended the great way to bless the past.

Xu Xuanrong comprehended the origin of the way of heaven, and the realm was mysterious. Using the great way of unity as a medium, the power of the three people was integrated and divided into two equals and poured into the Tai Chi diagram and the Chaos Bell.

Seeing Xu Xuanmeng protecting the Literary and Art Army, Cai Xudong suddenly said anxiously: "Where is Ruoru?"

Shaking his head, Xu Xuanrong smiled gently: "Don't worry, Brother Cai, with his strength, he will never die unless the eighth level takes action."

Just as the two of them were talking, bursts of crisp sound suddenly sounded in the depths of the clouds and mist. Yao Ruoyu, surrounded by Kublai, Alibuge, Xulagu, Badu, and Atu, was fighting back when he was surrounded by five people.

The few people fought for only a few rounds, and Badu, who had a slightly weaker skill, had already suffered injuries to each other. Fortunately, Kublai Khan was in charge, so he barely stabilized the situation.

But in the storm of sword light, only Kublai and others realized the thrilling danger.

Like Zhang Ziqiang and Xu Xuanrong, no matter how strong they are, they can restrain them at any three or four mid-level seventh level. However, Yao Ruoyu is different. This guy's strength is simply a monster. He is still at the first level of the seventh level, but his combat power is comparable to that of a person with a half-step eighth level.

Seeing that Ali Bu Ge was also injured under Yao Ruoyu's sword in a blink of an eye, Kublai Khan was about to face him with all his strength, and suddenly saw a little bit of shock in Yao Ruoyu's eyes, and then a roaring roar was heard: "Ding Yanzhi, do you dare?!"

The roar was as shrill as the wailing of an evil ghost. Even though Ding Yanzhi was in a mysterious state of mind, he was still shocked by the roar and his body trembled.

Turning his head and seeing Yao Ruoyu defeating Kublai Khan just as he defeated several swords, Ding Yanzhi suddenly showed a slightly bright smile on his face.

"Zhu Xian Sword Formation, stand!"

The magnetic voice was now like a demon's rage. In an instant, with four sword gates as the boundary, a sword formation covering most of Huangyang Mountain slowly emerged, causing the sword energy that drowned the entire sky to fall from the sky like a craze.

The entire Zhu Xian Sword Formation takes the Dao of Zhu as its core. The sword energy that is like white training seems vast and illusory, but is actually full of killing power. Once it is touched, it will crack and turn into powder together with the human body.

When the Song and Wenlian forces fought with the Yuan army, almost 200,000 people had been killed in battle. When the European army joined the battlefield, the number of casualties had reached a terrible 400,000 or 500,000.

But at this time, as the sword energy transformed by the endless killing energy in the Zhuxian Sword Formation swept down, nearly 300,000 troops all collapsed, including not only the Song army and European army, but also the soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty.

"National Master, what are you doing?" Seeing this scene, Xulagu exclaimed.

Brother Alibu clenched his teeth and said angrily: "You thief are indeed ambitions. Could it be that you want to murder us?"

When asked by everyone in the Yuan Dynasty, Ding Yanzhi had no expression on his face, but just raised his hand and a magnificent sword light rose from each of the four sword gates, and each had a long sword floating and sinking.

Staring at the four long swords, Ding Yanzhi's eyes flashed a little helpless.

After the war that year, he used the Zhu Xian Sword and the Xian Sword to find the Jue Xian Sword left in a valley in the north. However, because he could not find the Shu Xian Sword, he could only replace it with the repaired Nine Punishment Sword.

But with his own strength, although he had four divine swords in his hand, he had at most set up a sword formation covering 100,000 feet. Although his combat power was amazing, he could not completely damage the three armies of Song, Yuan and Europe.

So after returning to China, Ding Yanzhi first lured the troops under Yang Renjie and others to Huangyang Mountain to besiege him, pretending to let Li Yilin go, and asked him to return to report the news, which attracted the literary and artistic army to come to rescue.

Just to get the Song army and the Literary and Art Army to come together to reinforce, Ding Yanzhi did not hesitate to persuade Kublai Khan, Badu and others to pretend to be defeated, and deliberately controlled the speed of retreat, so that the Song army and the Literary and Art Army arrived in Baoding almost the same time.

However, Ding Yanzhi had no choice but to do it, and he did not expect that Wenbang had planned and arranged all kinds of secret whistles that had been arranged for many years to help the Song army's offensive. He did not expect that Xu Xuanrong, who had comprehended the Origin Heavenly Dao, had amazing combat power, and Ali Buge and others could not stop her at all.

Fortunately, after several adjustments, Ding Yanzhi finally led them all to Huangyang Mountain, and then agreed to a decisive battle with the other party with a letter of war, which led to the Song and Wen coalition forces entering Huangyang Mountain.

The Song and Wen coalition forces had a total of 400,000 and 500,000 reinforcements from the Yuan Dynasty and 500,000 European reinforcements. If the Huangyang Mountain were ordinary soldiers alone, the number of people would have reached 1.8 million.

When the number of deaths on both sides of the enemy and us reached more than 500,000, Ding Yanzhi could rely on the pre-arranged array flag to absorb the resentment and blood of all the dead, and expand the scale of the Zhuxian Sword Formation to cover the entire Huangyang Mountain.

In the hands of the Master Tongtian Sect, the Zhuxian Sword Formation was a terrifying formation that could kill the Nine Realms. Although Ding Yanzhi was only in the seventh realm, he still relied on the soul, mind, essence and blood of 500,000 dead people, and still stimulated at least 500% of his power.

However, although the army of all parties died in battle of 300,000 people under the first wave of offensives, they quickly stabilized their positions, especially the more than 20,000 spiritual masters of the Song Dynasty quickly set up defensive spiritual formations to slightly resist the power of the sword formation.

For a time, except for the Yuan Dynasty, European troops suffered heavy losses, and both Song and Wen actually supported them.

Seeing this, Ding Yanzhi suddenly smiled, and with a bent finger, a wisp of indescribable power disappeared into the sword formation. In an instant, the entire sword formation was extremely powerful, and it sucked out a stream of madly evil spirit from the surrounding mountains, constantly integrating into the four sword gates, making the sword energy that filled the world sharper, but also vaguely a terrifying evil spirit that made people crazy.

Huangyang Mountain was originally an ancient battlefield where the ancient Xuanyuan and Shennong fought against Chiyou. I don’t know how many powerful people fell here back then, which made the entire Huangyang Mountain full of huge evil spirits. However, as time goes by, these evil spirits gradually merge into the mountain, and in addition to affecting the vitality of the soil here, they will not cause any harm to the outside world.

But he never thought that Ding Yanzhi would use some means to absorb these evil spirits.

These ancient immortals and evil spirits have accumulated in Huangyang Mountain for thousands of years and have long changed from quantitative to qualitative change. Once integrated into the sword formation, their power will be enhanced by more than several times.

With the blink of an eye, the endless sword energy of Zhujue flooded the entire Huangyang Mountains. The spiritual barriers that had originally enveloped the Song army exploded one after another, leaving the Song army among them without any protection and endured the rampant sword energy in the sky.

Not only that, because he has integrated the evil spirits of ancient immortals, Zhujue Sword Qi has a power that can influence others' minds. At first, it was still at the fourth level or below. More and more soldiers died under the sword formation. Slowly, the fifth level, the sixth level and even the seventh level were affected by this force and almost frantically fought together.

Glance at the Wenyi Army, who was temporarily isolated from evil spirits because of the Chaos Bell and Tai Chi Diagram, Ding Yanzhi withdrew his gaze and silently recalled the power he had previously absorbed evil spirits from the entire mountain range.

It will never stop, and it will be repeated, and it will never be exhausted!

One of the three great ways of heaven.

Reincarnation!
Chapter completed!