Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

Meng Tian seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned sideways and stabbed Yang Jian's throat with his backhanded sword.

Yang Jian quickly raised his head to avoid the attack, tapped his toes lightly, and leaped back several feet.

"This reaction..." Yang Jian was shocked. The general in front of him had extremely quick reactions in battle. His countering of the enemy's moves seemed disorganized, but in fact, he was able to defend flawlessly every time.

And when blocking an attack, he can also counterattack, which is more embarrassing than any opponent he has encountered in the past.

This inevitably made Yang Jian look up to him, but after all, they were enemies, so he naturally would not show mercy because of the other party's talent. What's more, the other party killed his Roaring Sky Dog, and he would not be a gentleman if he did not take revenge.

So he attacked again.

He used the Eight-Nine Profound Art, and his body suddenly grew larger and smaller, changing in various ways, making it difficult for Meng Tian to defend himself.

Meng Tian relied on Xian Qin's unique fighting skills and his own powerful strength to deal with Yang Jian.

During the battle, Meng Tian's armor shone brighter and brighter. Each of his swords contained overwhelming force, cutting the surrounding space into pieces.

But Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Divine Art was no pushover. When he used it at full strength, the spear in his hand was like a python, able to counter every attack.

At this time, Yang Jian exerted the Eight-Nine Divine Art to its extreme. The spear in his hand was like a soul-claiming god. His attack was like a storm, and he actually began to suppress Meng Tian in a short time.

Meng Tian gritted his teeth and persisted, wielding the two Tianyun swords in his hands like the wind, but he could not withstand Yang Jian's attack that was like a storm.

His warhorse neighed anxiously beside him, as if it also sensed its master's predicament.

At this time, Meng Tian's breathing became more and more rapid, his face was slightly pale, and he could only barely hold on.

"This Erlang Shen is indeed worthy of his reputation. He has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and the power he bursts out in an instant is so strong!" Meng Tian parried while talking and gave high praise to Yang Jian.

The opponent's strength is far beyond the ability of an ordinary mid-stage quasi-saint to fight against him.

Just as Meng Tian was gradually losing to his opponent, millions of soldiers from the distant Xian Qin army sensed Meng Tian's situation and a crisis arose.

Suddenly, a tremendous pressure broke out, sweeping over like a surging wave.

At this moment, as a military advisor of Meng Tian, ​​knowing that Meng Tian was in trouble, he boosted morale. The millions of troops at this moment condensed the military spirit and the power of the military spirit. The power spanning the two places was like a substance, which instantly poured into Meng Tian's body, shaking his body and rekindling the fiery fighting spirit in his originally tired eyes.

Meng Tian was surrounded by a bright light, his aura rising steadily, and the terrifying power was released at this moment. The warhorse under his feet also neighed at any time.

The horse's hooves stepped on the ground, and the earth broke into pieces in an instant. An astonishing aura burst out from Meng Tian, ​​and his cultivation level rose steadily. In the blink of an eye, he had reached the middle stage of quasi-saint.

"It's rude not to reciprocate, Yang Jian, take my move!" Meng Tian's cultivation level increased greatly at this moment, and he felt very calm and shouted loudly. The runes on his armor flickered, as if he came alive.

He brandished his two swords, performing a set of fierce sword techniques. Each sword strike was wrapped in the power of the military soul. The sword lights cut through the void, like falling meteors, whistling towards Yang Jian.

Seeing this, Yang Jian looked solemn and did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

He performed the Eight-Nine Profound Art, and his body expanded instantly, transforming into a gigantic statue, standing tall and exuding a majestic aura.

The statue's eyes were like the sun and the moon, emitting two brilliant rays of light. The three-pointed, double-edged sword in its hand also grew larger, like a giant pillar supporting the sky.

"Boom!" Meng Tian's sword slashed at the statue, causing a deafening roar, sparks flying everywhere, like fireworks. The statue transformed by Yang Jian swung the giant sword, slashing down with a force of a thousand pounds, the sword wind whistling, as if it could split the sky and the earth apart.

Meng Tian was not afraid at all. He rode his horse at full speed and blocked with his two swords crossed.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, the wind howled, and sand and rocks flew.

Meng Tian's warhorse neighed loudly and was knocked back several steps by the powerful impact, but he still held his two swords tightly, clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and stabilized his body.

At this moment, in the distance, less than a hundred kilometers away from here, the Great Emperor Zhenwu stationed his troops. At this moment, he also felt that the expressions in the distant sky and earth changed drastically, and the immortal magic surged.

There was also a murderous aura spreading here. The Great Emperor Zhenwu walked out of the military tent and looked into the distance, his expression flickering. At this time, a scout immediately rushed over and reported the situation, saying, "Report to the Emperor, 500 miles ahead, General Meng Tian of Xian Qin is fighting with Erlang Shen. The two sides fought so hard that the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. Now they are evenly matched."

When Emperor Zhenwu learned of this, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and then he immediately guessed that this must be the order from Haotianxia.

"Emperor, what are our plans now? Should we go and assist in the expedition or..." A general came and asked what the plan was.

The Great Emperor Zhenwu thought for a moment, and after a while he made a plan and said, "Let Erlang Shen fight first, I will watch the battle and make plans later."

The Great Emperor Zhenwu did not dare to take the risk. The human race was full of tricks, as they had done in previous battles.

Human beings always turn defeat into victory at the critical moment. Whether it is Buddhism, heaven or the underworld, they have all suffered great losses from human beings.

The Great Emperor Zhenwu even learned that Meng Tian's cultivation had greatly increased, which made him dare not act rashly.

So under his command, millions of heavenly soldiers and generals stayed in this nameless mountain range, and he flew alone into the sky to the battlefield.

And now the decisive battle is taking place in the mountains.

The weapons of Yang Jian and Meng Tian collided again, and the terrifying power that erupted blew both of them away.

"I didn't expect that you could improve to this level with the help of the power of military soul. I underestimated you." Yang Jian's voice was like a loud bell, and his eyes flashed with admiration and surprise as he looked at Meng Tian.

He had never imagined that the human general in front of him was so powerful that he could fight against him, an opponent who had already exerted the Eight-Nine Divine Arts to the extreme.

The other party did not take advantage of the situation and sent their signed soldiers to accompany them.

He also sensed several strong auras among this group of soldiers, most likely at the level of Golden Immortal.

Without their help, it would be extremely difficult for me to win. In other words, I would definitely lose.

But Meng Tian did not do so. Instead, he fought against himself one-on-one alone.

This made Yang Jian feel a little respectful. Although the two sides were in different camps.

But Yang Jian still has a sense of mutual respect.

"Erlang Shen, is this all your strength?" Meng Tian responded with a loud laugh and once again activated his body skills. He rushed towards the statue transformed by Yang Jian like a black lightning.

He used the "Heaven-breaking Divine Sword Technique" that Ying Xuan had bestowed upon him from the Immortal Qin Dynasty. The two swords drew a mysterious trajectory in the air, as if forming a huge sword formation that enveloped the statue. (End of this chapter)