The Legend of Douba Resurrection

On the endless plain, there are two extremely majestic and huge mountains towering into the sky, and in the gap between the two mountains is a huge fortress guarding it.

This is the Black Mountain Fortress at the forefront of the confrontation between the Jia Ma Empire and the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms, and it is also the place where the top leaders of the Jia Ma Empire live.

It has been almost a month since Xiao Yan and his party arrived at the front line. As the strong men from both sides arrived one after another, a silent contest unfolded at the front line.

Relying on this long battle line, the Dou Wang and Dou Huang powerhouses from both sides carried out a month-long hunting activity. Fortunately, the Jia Ma Empire side won more than lost.

So far, both sides have tacitly not dispatched the strong fighters of the fighting sect.But as the blood of both sides continues to flow, perhaps the final battle will break out soon.

The tall city wall of the fortress is covered with densely packed elite troops and huge defensive equipment. At a section of the city wall, a dozen strong men with obscure auras surrounded several old men to watch the battle.

"How have you been fighting against the powerhouses of the Three Kingdoms in recent days?"

Jia Lao in the center of the crowd said with a smile, he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Xieshan, the suzerain of the Wanxiu Sect, is okay, but he is too timid. After fighting me a few times, he couldn't get out of his way anymore."

A sturdy figure like an iron tower shook his head with a little regret.

"Hahaha, that's because Patriarch Xiao Zhan's fighting power is too strong."

A group of strong men laughed loudly, and the tense atmosphere before the battle dissipated seven or eight points.

"Huh? Patriarch Xiao Zhan, what about Xiao Yan?"

Jia Xingtian wondered after looking at the figure around him.

"Uh, this, Yan'er is still sleeping."

Xiao Zhan smiled awkwardly.

"...Hurry up and send someone to call Xiao Yan over, the decisive battle will begin soon, don't sleep, be serious."

Jia Xingtian, who was silent for a moment, reminded softly.

"Yes, someone has been sent."

Xiao Zhan said with a smile.

After a while, all the strong men came together. After looking around for a week, Jia Xingtian said loudly: "Everyone, this war has been delayed long enough. I intend to completely end this senseless war today."

"Please add the old order."

All the powerhouses responded loudly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drums of war began to beat rapidly, and endless armies of the Three Kingdoms once again emerged on the plain in front of the Black Mountain Fortress, and they began to charge.

"let's go."

Jia Xingtian took the lead and flew out with all the strong men.

"The Dou Zong powerhouses of the Three Kingdoms should stop trying to hide, let's go all out, we are tired of meaningless sacrifices."

With his feet on the void, the punishment sky took a step forward and shouted loudly.

"Hahahaha, the people of Jia Ma Empire are really impatient."

There was a mighty sound in the enemy camp, and then dozens of strong men flew up from the enemy camp.

There were five leaders, one was a hunchbacked old man holding a scorpion-headed crutch, the other was a man in gold with a pair of unusually large golden goose wings on his back, and the remaining three were old men in blue robes.

These three groups of powerhouses are not weaker than the Dou Zong powerhouse, and behind them are densely packed Dou Huang and Dou Wang powerhouses, and the colorful Dou Qi wings complement each other in the sky.

"Xie Biyan, I'm afraid it's not the people of our Jia Ma Empire that should be anxious, but your Izumo Empire. After all, you Izumo people have shed the most blood, and it will be drained soon. I don't know when to take the initiative. What kind of ending will you meet when you started the war?"

Jia Xingtian mercilessly mocked the white-haired old man holding a cane on the opposite side.

ps: second update

Chapter 380 Eighth Battle of the Peak Fighting Emperor

"Jianxingtian, you are looking for death! You are just a small one-star Douzong, and you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me."

A chilling light flashed in Xie Biyan's cloudy eyes, and his hunchbacked body suddenly stood upright.

"boom!"

A wave of Ling Ran's aura was released from his old body, and he pressed on Jia Xingtian opposite him with all his strength.

"Huh? Four-star fighting sect?"

Jia Xingtian's complexion changed.

"Oh!"

A white shadow flashed in front of Jia Xingtian, and a white shadow in a very simple white robe appeared in front of him, and quietly helped him block the soaring momentum.

"Whether you want to be presumptuous or not is up to you."

Yun Shan, whose robe fluttered with dusty air, laughed loudly.

"Who are you?"

Seeing the sudden appearance of this mysterious strong man whose cultivation base was slightly higher than his own, Xie Biyan's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Yunshan of the Misty Cloud Sect."