My wife came from billions of years ago

under night.

The light of the stars and the flames of the torches illuminated the earth like day. Ye Zhantian galloped towards the enemy army of Daqian with a whistling sound. After a while, he reined in his horse in front of the formation, with the golden spear on one side of his body. His deep eyes were like stars, and as firm as iron.

The vanguard troops lined up behind them, ready to die.

Knowing that they were no match for the 500,000 strong Daqian enemy army, the soldiers showed no fear at all. A strong murderous aura burst out, filling every inch of space. The 10,000-strong vanguard army gave people a feeling of being invincible and able to crush everything in their path.

People only know that the Qin Jian Legion in Jiuzhou City is unparalleled in combat power, but they don’t know that the vanguard troops under the command of King Yan are the elite among the elite.

Ye Zhantian named this vanguard army - War Camp.

Born for war, die for war.

Anyone who enters the war camp considers it an honor to die in battle.

They are the soldiers of King Yan, the brothers of King Yan, and the good men of the Qin Dynasty.

Anyone who wants to enter Qin must step over their corpses.

At the front of the army, the Qian army was lined up.

The massive army of 500,000 returned with great momentum, giving people a strong sense of oppression. Tuoba Cangyun sneered, "Without Prince Ning and the Drunken Sword Immortal, Jiuxiao City will be mine."

"How can the King of Yan, with only 10,000 men, stop me?"

"Sir, I will personally lead the army in this battle to capture the head of King Yan."

Mo Xie tried to stop him, "Your Highness is the future of Daqian, you cannot risk your life, leave the siege to the army, but the King of Yan can be left to Your Highness."

Tuoba Cangyun smiled and said, "Sir, what you said makes sense. Give the order to attack the city and make a quick decision. I feel so happy when I think of Ye Zhantian kneeling in front of me and begging for mercy."

"attack!"

Mo Xie gave an order, and the demon soldiers behind him rushed towards Ye Zhantian like a tide, "Your Highness, please watch. The army can enter the city tonight to rest."

The demon soldiers came like ghosts at an incredible speed. Ye Zhantian's figure rose from the horse's back and landed on the battlefield in a few leaps. He held a gun and killed the demon soldiers. Just as he said, even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will still go.

A tremendous fighting spirit burst out from Ye Zhantian. With one spear and one man in golden armor, he charged into the demon soldiers. His spear was like a dragon and his fighting spirit was like a flood. Wherever he passed, he was unstoppable.

Even though the demon soldiers sent by Moye were all at the Xuan level, none of them could withstand her brilliance.

Seeing the demon soldiers dying one after another under Ye Zhantian's spear, Tuoba Cangyun looked sideways and said, "Sir, King Yan has suddenly become so powerful."

Mo Xie's pupils shrank, and she blurted out, "Grandmaster Peak?"

It's incredible.

He couldn't understand how Ye Zhantian could improve his cultivation to a higher level in just a few days.

Before Ye Daosheng left Jiuxiao City that day, he gave Ye Zhantian a spirit ring. It only took him one night to refine all the spirit stones in the spirit ring, and his cultivation level broke through to a new level overnight.

At first Ye Zhantian found it unbelievable and was extremely shocked, but later he realized that the reason his cultivation level improved so quickly was because of his maximum level fighting spirit.

"Your Highness, I have to fight this battle myself." Mo Xie said, knowing that the Xuan-level magic soldiers could not kill Ye Zhantian, who was at the peak of the Grandmaster level, and that would only result in a waste of sacrifice.

Every demon soldier is the result of their hard work. If they were killed by Ye Zhantian like this, he would not be able to explain to Mo Jiuzhong.

"Sir, are you going to take action?"

As Tuoba Yuncang was speaking, he saw Moye flying away into the air, and he knew that this battle was no longer suspenseful. The gloom on his face dissipated, and an arrogant smile appeared again.

"retreat!"

"Leave this person to me!"

Mo Xie knew that Ye Zhantian dared to go out of the city to fight because he relied on his cultivation. He was a bit strong at the peak of the Grandmaster level, but still a little bit worse than him... Demonic energy was sweeping around him, like a ferocious beast baring its fangs and claws in the air.

The great master's cultivation burst out, and the pressure fell on Ye Zhantian. A demonic energy turned into a violent fist and hit the golden spear of King Yan. A loud bang was heard, and Ye Zhantian's figure flew backwards.

On top of the city.

Lin Moer clutched the collar of her cloak tightly and asked worriedly, "General Qin, will my husband be in danger?"

Qin Jian pretended to be calm, "Don't worry, Princess. His Highness is extremely powerful and he will not be in danger."

Lin Moer remained silent, she was so nervous that she almost cried.

On the battlefield, Mo Xie knocked Ye Zhantian back with one punch, and her figure floated down, "King Yan, without Ye Daosheng and Drunken Sword Immortal to help you, it would be a foolish dream for you to defend Jiuxiao City alone."

"Your Excellency can give it a try."

“King Yan, there is nothing that the demons want that they cannot get.” Moye said as she rushed away.

I really don't know how he dared to say this. The Nether Flower in the Dark Forest was thought to be in their pocket by the demons, but it eventually fell into Ye Daosheng's hands.

Above the sea boundary, Mo Jiuchong was teased three times and failed to obtain the immortal seed. He even escaped in disgrace. But now he was pretending to be cool in front of Ye Zhantian.

Clang.

A burst of gunfire rang out, and Ye Zhantian rushed towards Moye. As he moved forward, his full-level fighting spirit was activated, and his sky-swallowing fighting spirit attacked Moye like a giant dragon. A golden shadow of the fighting spirit appeared behind him, holding a golden spear, and killed towards Moye with him.

this.........

"What a strong fighting spirit, what is he doing............"

When Mo Xie saw the golden fighting spirit behind Ye Zhantian, her face suddenly changed. Her mind was racing with thoughts for a moment, and the next moment she was struck by lightning and asked in horror, "Maximum level fighting spirit?"

"He...he is actually a warrior."

He had participated in the battle between immortals and demons in the past and had witnessed the horror of the warriors. As time passed, warriors reappeared in Jiuzhou, right in front of him. The wars of the past once again emerged in his mind.

Every combat cultivator can fight against opponents of higher levels. He has a combat soul of the maximum level. What kind of combat body is he?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, a magic knife appeared in Moye's hand, and he used the magic shadow to kill Ye Zhantian. Although he was a small minion on the battlefield between immortals and demons, he witnessed the battle between the immortals and demons with his own eyes.

He knew that it would be extremely dangerous to confront Ye Zhantian head-on, so he chose to launch a sneak attack and use his magic shadow body skills to kill Ye Zhantian invisibly.

The devil's shadow was moving around, making it hard to grasp. Ye Zhantian stabbed out with his gun, but missed. Suddenly, he sensed a dangerous aura approaching and his figure flew backwards. The devil's knife slashed across the golden armor on his chest.

Starlight and flint flew, the golden armor was torn apart, a knife scar appeared on the chest, and blood gushed out. Ye Zhantian calmed himself down in an instant, fired a shot into the air, and Moye's figure disappeared in a flash, leaving only a mass of demonic energy.

"King Yan, come and kill me."

Mo Xie's voice kept lingering in Ye Zhantian's ears. Dozens of attacks in succession missed, and there were more and more knife marks on his body. The blood stained his golden armor red. Cold sweat dripped from Ye Zhantian's forehead, and he tightly grasped the spear in his hand to prevent himself from falling.

Because at this moment, there were three knife marks on his legs.

The more it was at this time, the calmer he became. The fighting spirit in his body was like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

He closed his eyes quietly, waiting for Moye's next sneak attack. With a swish, the magic knife slashed across his wrist, and Moye disappeared and attacked his neck again.

When the magic knife was just a few inches away from his neck and the blade was scratching his skin, Ye Zhantian grabbed the magic knife, threw away the golden spear in his hand and punched Moye...