Fantasy Dimension Plunder

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"How can a little Turkic form an alliance with me in the Central Plains!" Yang Xuangan said proudly: "I heard from your tone that you are not a Turkic barbarian?"

Cyprus straightened his body, and proudly replied: "I am Hades, the king of the underworld, the warrior of the underworld, Cyprus, the crying star, and was ordered to pursue the Turkic wolf army. I would like to ask this friend from the Central Plains to help me."

Cyprus seemed to have scruples about the Central Plains, and he didn't want to offend Yang Xuangan. Although his tone of voice was proud, it was still polite.

"What Hades, Hardy is dead, I have never heard of it, but anyone who blocks my path to Xichu Bawang will die!"

With Yang Xuangan's arrogance, he doesn't care about Hades or the underworld fighter. For him, all the enemies in front of him are enemies, just cut them off.

"Um!"

Through the gap in the helmet, Yang Xuangan noticed that Cyprus' face darkened, and a strange energy was slowly emitting from his body, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

"Since your Excellency insists on blocking me, then let me, Cyprus, the crying star, teach you how to do it!"

Yang Xuangan raised his knife nonchalantly and said, "Come on, let me see what you, a dark fighter, are capable of!"

Before the words fell, Cyprus' right fist had already reached Yang Xuangan's ear.

"Quite fast!" Yang Xuangan tilted his head and easily dodged Cyprus' meteor-like punch.

Seeing that Yang Xuangan easily dodged his full-strength punch, his pupils shrank, and then he changed his move, linking the power of the small universe in his body to the dark power in hell.

"Flick your wings, Harpie!"

A dark breath emerged from Cyprus, turned into a pitch-black crow, and bumped into Yang Xuangan's body.

砰

The harpy bird is a strange bird from hell. It has no power itself, but it has a strange ability to absorb the vitality of living things until the other party turns into a mummy.

Yang Xuangan wanted to feel the power of Cyprus, so he didn't dodge or avoid to let the harpy hit him, and it turned into a cloud of black mist to envelop his body.

The power from Nether Hell raged around Yang Xuangan, trying to absorb his vitality in vain, but Yang Xuangan had already broken through the realm of divine body, his body was comparable to that of a god, and the power of the hobbit could not shake him at all.

"A power to be hated!"

The power of the harpy bird reminded Yang Xuan of those 800 years of hell. He frowned and stomped his long knife to the ground.

boom

A powerful saber aura erupted from Yang Xuangan's body, and the black mist that the harpy turned into was instantly dispelled by the saber aura. Cyprus was backlashed by the power, and with a muffled snort, he took a slight step back with a surprised expression on his face.

Cyprus is a leader among the underworld fighters, and with the underworld clothes on his body, his strength is close to the realm of the gods. Even Radamandis, one of the three giants of the underworld, dare not hit him head-on with the "harpy bird", But Yang Xuangan not only hit him head-on, but also erupted with an astonishing counterattack force.

In the perception of Cyprus, the power erupting from Yang Xuangan's body is so powerful that it makes people despair, and he has only felt it in Hades, the king of the underworld, in his lifetime.

"No, I must go back and inform Lord Radamandis?"

The sudden appearance of Yang Xuangan made Cyprus understand that there was a formidable enemy on the grassland. He didn't defeat Yang Xuangan immediately, but told Radamandis the news quickly so that he could get ready.

Cyprus already has the intention to retreat.

"You also take this king's move!" Yang Xuangan's long-lost fighting spirit was aroused by Cyprus' move.

"Spring Thunderstorms Are Urgent"

Holding a knife in both hands, Yang Xuangan slashed fiercely from top to bottom. Following Yang Xuangan's strike, Cyprus found himself unable to move at all, and the sword energy that could open up the world with one knife came oncoming with the power of nine days of mad thunder.

"Explode, my little universe!" Cyprus bit his lower lip, and completely exploded the little universe in his body, completely ignoring his own body.

"Desire to survive" Cyprus' unique trick can seduce human emotions and six desires, and immerse themselves in their own desires and cannot extricate themselves.

"Spring Thunderstorm Urgent" fights against "Desire to Survive", Yang Xuangan's attack acts on the body, while Cyprus' power acts on the spirit.

Cyprus was the first to be attacked, and the Mingyi on his body was instantly chopped into pieces by Yang Xuangan's saber energy, and then a large amount of blood spurted out from the seven orifices.

After Yang Xuangan was hit by the "desire to survive", he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that his good brothers and comrades in arms appeared in front of him. They were calling for him in hell, but the next moment, the powerful sword intent instantly chopped the scene in front of him into pieces .

Cyprus saw that his unique move could only trap Yang Xuangan for a second, but he himself couldn't even catch the opponent's knife, so he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"I'm exhausted so soon, I haven't exerted my strength yet!" Yang Xuangan looked at Cyprus who was lying on the ground, curled his lips in disgust, and just when he was about to end him with a knife, Bei Minglei's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Bring him to see the orphan!"

Hearing Bei Minglei's words, Yang Xuangan tightly held the long knife in his hand, and finally held Cyprus on his shoulders and headed for the Great Sui army camp.

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In the ancestral home of the Turks, three hundred miles west of Yinshan Mountain, a large army camped on the vast plain, and smoke rose from the land.

This army is very strange, with a number of about 3 people, wearing three kinds of battle armor, among which the number of Turkic warriors wearing Turkic leather armor is the largest, with more than [-] people.

Most of the remaining fighters were wearing the armor of the Great Qin Empire, and only a small group of people wore the exclusive dark clothes of the warriors of the underworld. The number of them definitely did not exceed twenty, but they occupied a dominant position.

This army is the army sent by the Western Great Qin Empire to the grasslands. Among them, [-] Turkic troops are the slave army who surrendered to the warriors of the underworld, acting as cannon fodder. The real main force of the army is the unstoppable underworld fighter.

There is a large tent in the middle of the barracks, and two of them are guarding outside the tent, showing the status of the people inside.

While the whole army was resting, a soldier of the Great Qin Empire rushed towards the tent, shouting as he ran:

"Lord Radamandis, there is an urgent military report ahead!"

There was a sudden suction force from the gate of the tent, and the shouting Daqin warrior was sucked into the tent by a gust of wind. After opening his eyes, he saw a tall man in the dark clothes of "Tianmengxing" standing in front of him. It is Radamandis, one of the three giants of the underworld warrior.

"My lord, report back from the military situation ahead. When my lord Cyprus was chasing the Turkic army, he encountered a Central Plains man and was captured by the other party!"

Radamandes kept a straight face when he heard what the soldiers said, so that no one could see his anger or joy.

"Has Cyprus been defeated?"

"Yes!"

"Is there only one person on the other side?"

"Yes!"

"useless!"

The soldier lowered his head, not daring to look at Radamandis.

"Have you found out the details of the other party?"

"The other party is the general of the Great Sui Empire in the Central Plains. The Emperor of the Great Sui personally led [-] troops, and he is almost approaching Yinshan."

"It seems that their goal is the same as ours!" Radamandis said with a smile: "After all, they deliberately lured Cyprus to the Sui army, hoping that we can kill each other, you old fox!"

"My lord, what should our army do next?"