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Chapter 1219: One Man Fights Nine Million Troops

The sun shines brightly,

Descended before the millions of Horned Demon Emperor’s army.

This is the elite army of the Horned Demon Emperor's clan. There are hundreds of kings, dozens of emperors' sons, and nine ancient emperors' sons. They have formed a terrifying formation. A random attack can easily kill everyone below the Great Emperor and destroy all cultivators below the level of Refining Void in a region.

In the distant past, the princes and ancient princes of the Horned Demon Clan ruthlessly slaughtered all members of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon Clan below the emperor level, making crucial contributions to the Horned Demon Clan's acquisition of the authority to dominate the realm.

At this time, the human army and the emperor's sons all retreated, fleeing away. A young man in green appeared in the sky.

He was a solitary figure, and his stature was not very tall, just the average height of a human teenager, far from the sturdy and strong figures of the Horned Demon Emperors who were often several meters tall.

However, when he stood here, his figure was infinitely tall, unique in the world.

The terrifying pressure burst out, collapsing the void, breaking the order. The breath of millions of soldiers stagnated, their momentum shrank, and condensed into one. They dared not disperse any more, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

The ancient prince Mingtian of the Horned Demon Emperor clan and dozens of other princes stared at the young man in blue, not daring to go past him and chase the human army.

Among them, the ancient emperor Cang Yan's pupils shrank, as if he remembered something.

"Hello."

"Cang Yan, long time no see."

Jiang Ding smiled gently. He was not as crazy as some people said. He looked very sober and rational. "How many years ago was it? One thousand two hundred or three hundred years ago, you were just a son of a barbarian race, and you dared to hunt down my clone."

"Ugh!"

"It's really humiliating that I was hunted down by such an ant. Thousands of years from now, I might be mentioned again and used to laugh at me."

He sighed.

"Blood, River, King!"

The ancient emperor Cang Yan growled, enunciating each word.

"Blood River King!"

Among the dozens of princes, Prince Cangkong's face turned pale.

Back then, he actually had a face-to-face encounter with an ancient human prince from a foreign land. Without knowing anything at that time, how many life and death experiences had he experienced?

How lucky I am to be alive!
"Yes, you have a good memory."

Jiang Ding praised.

He stopped reminiscing about the past and exchanging feelings, and looked at the strongest among these princes, the ancient prince Mingtian, the direct descendant of a powerful person at the Hedao level who possessed the power of force and order.

Jiang Ding stared at him for a moment, revealing a reluctant expression: "You are very bad, very bad. You can only get better if you rely on the peak of the Spiritualization Realm."

"I am so unlucky. I was born at the wrong time."

"How can I achieve immortality if I have enemies like you all the time?"

"Staying with insects like you all day long will make my sword dull and lose its edge!"

Jiang Ding looked miserable and sighed.

"Oh?"

Prince Mingtian Ancient's eyes flashed with ferocity, but he suppressed his anger and said coldly, "I haven't asked for your name yet?"

“That’s true.”

"No matter how bad you are, you still comprehend the existence of order at the stage of transformation, although it took you many years to comprehend it at the peak of transformation."

Jiang Ding said in boredom: "My name is Jiang Ding, you can call me Jiang Dingzi, although I don't like this name, but they all call me that."

He cherished such moments and was reluctant to draw his sword right at the beginning.

This is because resources are non-renewable. When the head of a genius is cut off, his soul is destroyed and cannot grow again.

"Mr. Jiang Dingzi, do you want to kill those nine human princes?"

Prince Mingtian ancient suppressed the increasingly violent murderous intent in his heart and asked patiently.

It is recorded in the imperial classics that the human race is a race that is extremely fond of infighting, and the hatred and conflicts between them often far exceed those between other races.

He originally thought that this was just an exaggerated record by his predecessors, just like those records that boasted about the martial arts of their own tribe and belittled and vilified the powerful Skeleton Blood Vine Monster.

This is normal.

However, when he actually saw the powerful human beings, Prince Mingtiangu realized that the records of his ancestors were not exaggerated, but too conservative.

The phrase "extremely fond of infighting" is simply not enough to describe the madness of the human race!
"Yes."

"But they don't want to die." Jiang Ding said helplessly.

"Gu, I can help."

Prince Mingtian said patiently: "Kill those nine people first, and then you and I will fight to the death, and each of us will accept our fate."

He thought the suggestion was clever.

He first satisfied the opponent's desire to kill, weakened him, and then went on to surround and kill him alone. Even with such a huge advantage, he still fought steadily and with the demeanor of a great general.

An Tuzi, Ji Liuyue and others hid behind Master Gulin, watching the battlefield from afar. When they heard these words, they immediately looked like they were going to enjoy the show.

The smile on Jiang Ding's face disappeared and his eyes turned red.

"what happened?"

Prince Mingtian looked puzzled and didn't understand what was going on.

Why does this ancient human prince look like he has encountered an enemy who is trying to rob his family of their gold, silver and treasures?
Keng~
"Ugh……"

"Forget it. I'm very generous. Even if someone wants to rob me, I will still forgive him."

Jiang Ding placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, slowly pulling out the blue-gold blade, and sighed, "Mingtian, please shine your glory, shine the glory of your race's army, and don't let your great life die like mud, which will disappoint me."

A sword cultivator does not need the life of his enemy.

Instead, it is about the magic, martial arts, and skills that the enemy unleashes between life and death, as well as the sublimation between life and death. Life is secondary and not too important, although it must end with the enemy's life.

Keng!
The sword is drawn.

A big blue and gold sun rises like the morning sun, blooming between heaven and earth!

This round of bright sun, six circles of light ripples spread outwards, representing the order of destruction, the forbidden order, the extinction order, the distortion order, the primordial magnetic order, and the sword order. The six circles of order light ripples spread outwards and filled the sky and earth.

The order of overlapping, reorganizing and weaving shows an incomparable precise structure, just like industrial machinery gears, with a sense of beauty of human industrial civilization.

The methods used by the Horned Demon Emperor to wield the power of order seemed as rough and barbaric as stone spears carved by prehistoric civilizations in front of these six exquisite ripples of order.

Boom!

This newly born sun of order descended from the sky.

"Come, look at this one."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly and slashed down with the sword.

This is one of the results he obtained after years of meditation and sorting out the power of order.

It's not some complicated sword technique, it's just a more efficient use of force. There's no essential difference between it and the basic sword technique.

The sun of order is falling!
The terrifying pressure of order enveloped the world. All the spiritual energy of the world within a radius of ten thousand miles was banned, all the magnetic force was banned, all the sunlight was banned, and the world was filled with darkness, with only the terrifying shining sun left.

Under that terrifying pressure, the millions of Horned Demon Emperor's troops became dim and dull.

"This……"

Prince Mingtiangu was terrified.

Dozens of princes were trembling!

They finally understood where the constant warning instinct in their bodies came from.

This is a genius from foreign land, a human being that surpasses the ancient prince of the imperial clan!
At this moment, Ancient Prince Mingtian knew clearly that although he had mastered the power of force and order and was called the Ancient Prince, there was absolutely no possibility for him to take on this sword alone. He would surely die in an instant. There was no other possibility.

"kill!"

"Just a human slave!"

The face of the ancient prince Mingtian was distorted and he was filled with murderous intent.

He roared wildly, and millions of elite soldiers of the Horned Demon Emperor tribe surrounded him, forming a huge military formation covering tens of thousands of kilometers. Countless mysterious and chaotic military runes bloomed, gathering countless spiritual energy from the heaven and earth, all of which were absorbed into his body, forming a terrifying galaxy demon giant.

The galactic demon giant stood in the endless hazy army formation, as if standing in the center of a hazy world. Countless forces of order gathered towards him, all gathered on a giant axe in the sky. With the axe wisdom of the ancient prince Mingtian throughout his life, which was equivalent to the peak skill of the fourth realm of the immortal realm in the way of the sword, he chopped towards the order of the sky with one axe.

A huge axe of heaven, with countless forces of order gathered together;
A bright sun surrounded by six orderly halos.

The two touched under the gazes of countless people.

boom!
Boom!

It was like a star explosion, with brilliant light bursting out. The space of tens of thousands of miles suddenly expanded into a ball, and then shattered, revealing a dark hole, and countless rules of heaven and earth appeared vaguely.

In the center,
A blue-gold flying sword and a giant axe as big as a divine peak fought fiercely, and the aftermath of their powerful energy tore through layers of order, covering tens of thousands of miles of the void.

(End of this chapter)