Days pass by day, and in a blink of an eye, the war has arrived.

...

In the early morning, the sound of war drums was buzzing over the snowy Tianchi Lake.

Lin Zhao asked Miss Dongzang to watch Xiao Jiuer copy her studies at home, put on a armor and carried two long swords behind her back. Then, she rode her own war horse to the Death Camp to meet with Kuzhi, Luo Yang, Mu Za and others, and led the Death Camp to the Snowy Land Tianchi battlefield to cheer for the five warriors of the human race!

The snowy Tianchi is a vast battlefield, while the human army is all watching the battle on the endless hillsides, with a great vision. Not only the Death Camp, but the other seven battalions of the Tianchi Army were also all here. Chu Huaixi, Chen Yu, Huang Tingyu and others all arrived. In addition, the troops of the Great Shang Dynasty also arrived one by one. The troops of the Five Datangs were lined up to watch the battle, and the sky was filled with pictures of flags waving.

"Ship Chu!"

Lin Zhao rode his horse to Chu Huaixi.

"Um!"

Chu Huaixi nodded and looked to the north together. This battle was related to the future destiny of the human race and was closely related to everyone, so no one dared to neglect and all opened their eyes wide.

On the mountain, a ray of white clothes flashed and the atmosphere was coming. Su Fu, the mountain king of Tianchi Mountain, arrived. He was wearing white clothes and a graceful young man.

Just after Su Shanjun appeared, two figures appeared not far from him, and they were the Qingshanke and the White-clothed Swordsman.

"Come?"

Su Shanjun smiled.

"Um."

Qingshanke smiled and nodded, saying, "You don't have to do it today, I'm here."

"Well, I didn't want to do it either."

Su Fu narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, and smiled and said, "The two old monsters have arrived. Where can I do anything to do in the Galaxy Realm?"

As the Lord of Tianchi Mountain, Su Fu can be regarded as the lord of the Snowy Land Tianchi. He can clearly observe the entire Snowy Land Tianchi area, so Su Fu naturally knows what is happening to the demon clan.

...

Among the crowd, a group of disciples of Changming Mountain descended. The mountain master Lin Qing'er walked in front in a blue dress, holding a long sword, and his whole body was filled with the artistic conception of a sword immortal.

Not far away, three figures appeared, Yan Beichen, Wen Liang, Gu Zixi and the three participants appeared together. Further away, in front of the Zhuque Camp and the Panshi Army's position, the old coach Chen Wanli set up a table, crossed his legs and drank tea, and even ate a roast chicken for breakfast.

"how?"

In the distance, suddenly a dull sound came, like the sound of demons from the depths of the earth.

"Please come to the demon clan!"

A towering figure stood up from Tianchi Town. It was Qin Suihan, the owner of the bookstore in Confucian robe. It was his Dharma body, connected to the sky and the earth, full of awe.

"ah?!"

Lin Zhao was slightly stunned. He never thought that Boss Qin had such supernatural powers. At this moment, he was in a complicated state and suddenly remembered many things. Perhaps... the reason why he could live to this day was that Qin Suihan was secretly protecting him? At this time, he remembered that many big people in the town respectfully called Qin Suihan Mr. Qin, and this "Mr." was not in vain.

At this moment, the boy regretted it a little, and he even called "Boss Qin" one by one, which was so rude.

In the air, everyone saw Qin Suihan's Dharma body, and the Dharma body slowly stood up from the chess table and said, "Please send someone to Tianchi, and our human race will go to the battle!"

"Very good!"

...

In the distance, there was a faint sound of thunder. In an instant, a figure appeared in the wind. It was a big monster wearing a gray cloak with two fangs on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the countless people on earth, and felt like seeing food. His eyes were full of contempt and sarcasm, and he did not take the human race seriously at all.

"Demon Clan, Wood Waterfall, Twelve Realms!"

He slowly clasped his fists in front of his chest and sneered: "Who dares to fight in the human race?"

"I'll do it!"

In front of the human army, the old general Chen Wanli stood up, took off the wind and smiled with a fist: "Human race, Chen Wanli, Twelve realms!"

"ah?!"

Lin Zhao was shocked again. Isn’t this the old man who taught him to practice boxing? Why... He should be the old coach Chen Wanli who is in charge of the Cangnan Iron Cavalry? He knows nothing...

The old coach felt the boy's doubts, and gathered voices into his ears and smiled: "Little guy, are you surprised?"

Lin Zhao's heart trembled and he clasped his fists: "Old coach, please be sure to win!"

"nature!"

...

The big demon Mushui looked at Chen Wanli coldly and laughed: "Is there no one in the human race? Send such an old guy to die? Tsk tsk, I am a person who has read the book of sages for a few days, so I am really embarrassed to attack the old man!"

"oh?"

Chen Wanli laughed: "That old man is going to attack you!"

"Old guy, looking for death!"

The monster roared angrily, and his body left like lightning, and punched him hard at the other party. The old coach Chen Wanli was filled with the magnificent rebirth realm martial arts energy. The rebirth realm is strong in the body. The true energy and the strong vitality of the martial arts are endless. The physical strength reaches the limit of human beings. It is unlikely to kill a rebirth realm martial arts man without using more than two twelve realms.

"Peng—"

A loud noise shocked the entire Snowy Heavenly Pond. Chen Wanli did not avoid the big monster's punch. After he punched hard with his body, his punch also hit the cheek of the twelve-level monster. Suddenly, the big monster's body turned into a afterimage and fell into the snowy Heavenly Pond. The impact was extremely strong, plowing hundreds of meters.

Chen Wanli was surging with a powerful fist intent, and rushed down the air, starting the second and third punches. Each punch made the entire snowy Tianchi shudder tremble. The twelve-level martial artists punched the earth as if they were about to break the earth. As a result, the blood of the monster burst into pieces among countless ice and snow and soil debris, and was beaten by Chen Wanli so that he had no power to fight back.

"Enough!"

The big demon vomited blood quickly retreated and roared: "I admit defeat, Chen Wanli, you can stop punching!"

"I've come here, I still want to leave?"

Chen Wanli shouted softly and handed out a heavy punch. The body of the monster turned into an arc and fell out of the Snowy Tianchi Lake. The sky was swelling in the snowy area outside the North Mountain. As the snow was splashing, Chen Wanli made more than ten punches in succession, and then the aura of the monster suddenly disappeared. When everyone watching the battle on the Snowy Tianchi Lake was full of worries, the old coach Chen Wanli came back, holding a bloody head in his hand, had completed the formation slash, and twisted off the head of the Twelve-level monster!

...

"Long live the handsome Chen Laodian!"

Someone shouted.

Immediately afterwards, everyone in the three armies shouted long live, and the momentum of the entire human race suddenly became prosperous.

Lin Zhao was also excited to see it. Chen Wanli's punching in the decisive battle of life and death was obviously completely different from when he was teaching himself to practice boxing. The invincible aura that crushed everything was really desirable, so Lin Zhao's eyes were wide open, wanting to see the meaning and principles of each punching, and how much they could be digested.

Among the three armies, the crowd was full of passion and discussion.

"Old Shuai Chen takes action and is indeed invincible!"

"What a bullshit twelve-level monster, under Old Shuai Chen's fist, it's like a broken brick and a rotten tiles, but it's just a sign to sell it first!"

"It is said that the demon clan is strong in body, but I think it's just like that!"

"Hmph, our human race will definitely win five battles this time, so that the demon race will never dare to look south again!"

...

"Not good..."

Chu Huaixi frowned and said, "I have also seen the horror of the twelve-level monsters. They will never be so weak. Someone in the demon clan must have guessed that my human clan would be the first to send Chen Wanli to fight, so he hid his skills and wanted to make the clan feel underestimated!"

Lin Zhao nodded slightly, and he felt this way too.

"The first game, the human race wins!"

Above the town, Qin Suihan's Dharma appearance said with great confidence.

"snort!"

In the distance, the dull voice sounded again: "Second Battle!"

In the sky in the north, a blood-colored light came to the sky. It was a big monster with a blood-colored luster all over his body. He looked quite ferocious and smiled with a fist and said, "Demon Clan, Lu Wu, Twelve Realms!"

Among the human race, a young scholar put down the bamboo box filled with books of sages, flew over into the air, bowed to the other party with a Confucian tribute, and said, "Confucian Academy, Gu Zixi, Twelve Realms!"

"Die!"

The monster roared angrily, raised its sharp claws and fell from the sky, and the entire sky was immediately flooded by a blood-colored craze. A big hand seemed to be slapping the entire snowy Tianchi Lake.

Gu Zixi suddenly raised his head and stood proudly in the air. A golden ripples bloomed around him. He silently recited the word "Story" in his mouth. His right hand slashed rapidly in the air. In a blink of an eye, a golden word flowed away in the air, shaking heavily on the palm of the monster. In a blink of an eye, the big monster's sharp claws continued to collapse, and Gu Zixi's Confucian word "Story" slowly dissipated.

"Tsk tsk!"

The big demon Lu Wu sneered and rushed over, intending to attack closely!

Gu Zixi naturally understood the other party's thoughts, quickly pulled out and rushed into the air. At the same time, he wrote a golden word with his right hand, which kept slamming the body of the big demon Lu Wu like a divine thunder in the sky. In a blink of an eye, the big demon in the twelve realms was already in a state of skin and flesh. Some of the wounds were already deep and bones were visible.

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"I didn't expect..."

Chu Huaixi frowned and said, "A Confucian student was able to refine the Scriptures and use a good method to transform them."

Chen Yu said: "Can Gu Zixi... win? It seems to be a victory now."

"Who knows..."

Chu Huaixi gritted his teeth.

Huang Ting hugged his arms and said coldly: "Gu Zixi's Confucianism is powerful, but the attack power is insufficient. If he cannot dismantle the vitality of the great monster in a short time like Chen Wanli, he will lose after a long battle!"

...

As a result, the battle lasted for a cup of tea. The Confucian Scriptures in the sky kept flying, and the big monster Lu Wu roared repeatedly. At this time, everyone was almost suffocating to watch.

How fierce the battle between the twelve realms vs. the twelve realms!

"You deserve to die!"

Just as Gu Zixi's breathing, the big monster reed with blood and bones suddenly rushed over, and his sharp claws gathered into a blade, and he swept by with a "swish". The next moment, Gu Zixi screamed, his right arm was cut off on his shoulders, and blood rained all over the sky.

"Huh~~~"
Chapter completed!