The wind and snow are like a knife, reaping life.

Bai Yifei stood in front of the army, with white hair flying, her bright red and evil eyes showing cold and bloodthirsty, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "When snowflakes fall to the ground, it is the beginning of death, and blood will soak the world, and all those who block me will become the dust of history."

despair!

A snowflake fell from the sky, fell on Bai Yifei's palm, and then melted into blood.

Rich red blood!

boom!

A huge sword energy spanned hundreds of feet wide, piercing out loud, like ice and blood columns, with unparalleled evil spirits and endless coldness.

The pressure of death came, Yan She looked solemn, suddenly raised her palm, formed seals with her ten fingers, bursts of murderous aura rushed out from all over him, surrounded by thousands of ghost soldiers, and the evil aura condensed into substance.

"In the Warring States Period, there were endless wars, which made my move reach the highest level of power."

"Bai Yifei, I will use this trick to let you understand your own insignificance!"

Six disasters and bans, and bury soldiers tombs!

The overwhelming death aura swept across the entire battlefield. Within a radius of several miles, many soldiers who died in battle trembled all over the place, and their evil spirits condensed and made high roars.

The vast sound of war resounded throughout the universe, the heaven and earth were chaotic, the sun and the moon were dim, and the suffocation was shrouded in all directions. As the wind and clouds roared, everyone present felt trembling.

Yanshe's six disasters, the first four disasters, wind, thunder, floods, droughts, and earthquakes, although they are powerful, they are all derivatives of natural disasters.

Throughout history, the disaster that has caused life to disappear the most has never been natural disasters, but wars initiated by man. No disaster is more terrible than life itself.

This is the fifth disaster of the Six Disasters and Forbidden Skills, the disaster of war!

The Warring States Period was the era when wars were most plagued, and this was unprecedentedly powerful with the power of Yan She’s move.

The jumping corpses screamed and the breath of death filled the face. The world where ice and snow were originally condensed, suddenly appeared deserted tombs, and broken weapons represent the eternal silence after the war.

The halberd is broken and the sand is washed, and the previous dynasty is washed.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of Morality, Fame, and Fame, Shang and Zhou dynasties, and the Five Heroes of the Spring and Autumn Period, and the rise and fall of the world in an instant. There are several names in history, countless deserted hills in Beim, and the fields of the predecessors collected them, saying that the dragon and the tiger are fighting.

The endless disasters of war and the overwhelming evil spirit of death condensed into vast energy, and the cover of white is not where it is.

It is like a tomb falling from the sky and ruining all life.

...

"As long as Li Si is still there, you will never be able to hurt the king."

Li Si looked at Mo Ya and others in front of him with a cold expression and resolute expression.

"Just you?" Mo Ya raised a sneer on the corner of her mouth. A breeze blew, and a feather like ink floated over, like a sharp blade, passing through Li Si's arm.

laugh!

A bright red wound appeared on Li Si's right arm.

He used his left arm to stabilize his lower right arm, gritted his teeth, staring at Mo Ya, who was dressed in black ink with firm eyes, "At this level, I can't scare Li Si."

Mo Ya smiled coldly.

Another feather passed through Li Si's right leg, and the red blood splattered on the ground. Li Si plopped down and knelt on one knee.

"Li Aiqing!" Ying Zheng shouted from behind, his eyes very calm, neither panic nor anxious.

"Your Majesty, I can hold on." Li Si roared, raised his head, and looked at Mo Ya and others in front of him.

"Since you are determined to die, I have to send you on the way." Mo Ya looked shaking, and a black feather appeared in the middle fingers of his right index finger and middle fingers. He raised it casually and shot towards Li Si's throat.

Li Si raised his head tightly, with a strong expression without any fear, as if he was looking at death.

Looking at this scene, a hint of admiration and regret flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.

What do you appreciate? What do you regret?

The black feathers had already arrived at the neck of the powerful minister who was originally destined to be the Great Qin Empire, and a drop of blood splashed down.

Suddenly.

A ball of flame ignited in the air.

The ink-black feather was burned into ashes in an instant and floated in the air.

"Mr. Li Si, you are really angry."

Yan She's calm and profound voice resounded in Li Si's ears, and the latter was still immersed in a moment of life and death, with a dazed look.

After a while, he realized, barely stood up, looked at Yan She's incarnation of flames ahead, and then looked at Ying Zheng, who looked cold-looking behind him, and understood that he had bet right.

From then on, I will become a member of Yingzheng.

"Is this what the information says about Shushan's incarnation technique?" Looking at Yan She, who was suddenly condensed into shape by a ball of flame, Mo Ya immediately reacted after the initial shock.

Due to Xuan Jian's mistake, Luowang attached unprecedented importance to Yan She, and mobilized all information about Shushan. As Luowang's ally, the people in the night were also shared with that information.

Bai Feng walked out and said lightly: "No matter what incarnation is, it is essentially a kind of trick, an illusion." He also knows a special incarnation illusion "Fengwu Six Illusions", and he knows this kind of martial arts very well.

Mo Ya nodded and ordered: "Attack his body with all his strength."

Many killers behind suddenly jumped out and attacked Yan She's flame incarnation with swords and hidden weapons.

"Ignorance!" Yan She transformed into a light and shook her head, looking at the killers rushing over, and her figure turned into a ball of violently burning glass-colored flames, brilliant and dazzling.

laugh!

The harsh sound of water being evaporated continuously, the black crow and Bai Feng felt the pain in the eardrums, and a hot breath rose up. The figures of the two shook quickly and fled into the distance as lightning.

However, the other killers were too late to hide, stained by the fire, and the blazing light was surging, and thousands of fires filled the endless stream.

After a series of tragic roars, many killers were burned by the fire and turned into ashes and drifted away forever in the world.

"Water and fire are ruthless, why do you insist on rushing in?" Yan She sighed, and her red pupils seemed to be burning. She suddenly looked at the Mo Ya and the other men who fled to the side.

"Let's go!" Mo Ya roared at Bai Feng, and the two rushed into the distance like two birds, and soon turned into black dots.

Yan She didn't chase after him, and turned back to Ying Zheng, and his body became illusory, like a ball of flame, burning out, and finally returning to nothingness.

Looking at this scene, Ying Zheng's pupils shrank and he whispered: "Shushan witchcraft is really mysterious."

...

"What exactly is this?" Bai Yifei looked at the sky with bloody eyes and let out a roar. The huge blood sword that stretched out hundreds of feet in his hand slashed into the air, but could not drive away the endless aura of death.

Around him, there were endless burning of soldiers, the sound of weapons colliding, the sound of horse hooves, the sound of storm, and the sound of wailing endlessly. The invisible huge tomb enveloped the surroundings, which was suffocating.

"How could I die? The forest bones shine on silver armor, and the marquis of blood-clothed clothes! I, Bai Yifei, was born for war, for death, for killing. How could I die in war, for killing, and become a white bone in a dry tomb outside the desert?"

Bai Yifei roared, and his pale and sick face was filled with madness, and the blood sword that condensed thousands of people's energy in his hand swung wildly.

But the huge tomb still remained motionless, falling slowly, burying all life.

No matter how you are the generals, ministers, princes, and princes, no matter how you are beautiful, once you are in the grave, what is the difference between you and others?

The soldiers were stormed and deadly. The remaining 1,000 soldiers gradually withered and died, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred... In the end, a whole thousand were buried at the same time.

Even if the general is still dead in a hundred battles, how can you return home?

The disaster of war was turbulent and continuous, burying the heroic bones, allowing the young women in the country to be widowed and the white-haired man to give black hair.

"I don't believe that there is no grave to bury me!" Bai Yifei roared wildly, his bright red eyes were crazy, his white hair was flying, his blood robe was flying, his hands were slashing, his hands were slashing, and the ice was condensed, and he was about to come out of the sky.

Yan She blew indifferently, and the huge invisible tomb was closed and covered, the earth roared, and the vitality was cut off.

Before the war was destroyed, both the people and the king were powerless to turn things around.

The blood-clothed Hou Bai Yifei was buried here.
Chapter completed!