The battle kicked off the white-hot progress. The Blood Killing Army suppressed nearly 600 sword demon races in the Lingyuan Realm. The ten square killing arrays are endlessly changing. One yuan is infinite, two instruments, three talents, four elephants, five elements and six combinations Seven stars, eight trigrams, nine palaces and ten directions!
Dao produces one, one life two, two produces three, three produces all things, endlessly, echoing from the beginning to the end, the dragon roars!
A fierce blood dragon, condensed with murderous aura, kills only foreign races, only scum, and never bullies the weak!
The blood dragon swept through the wasteland in an instant, piercing through countless bodies, each of them formed into an array, 500 people, but there was a loss, but the loss was very small, and it was inferior to that of the sword demon clan. one tenth!
The number of Sword Demon Clan’s Lingyuan Realm has been declining sharply, from six hundred people to five hundred people, to four hundred people!
When the number of soldiers crushed by the blood slaughter, they began to destroy them, each waving their swords and rushing up, the sound of anger exploded, exploding a whole world!
The collision game of waves of air, bloody killing of the army, taking advantage, these self-proclaimed powerless demons are more fierce and hostile. Who in the world can compare them
But they seem to have encountered a nemesis.
Above the sky, a series of thunders smashed down, smashing heavily into the area of activity of the blood killer, but there was a huge black glow that hit it, and burned all these thunders.
Afterwards, a huge sword shadow pierced the thunder demon spy, heaven and human realm, and demon thunder body that hurt people with a dark arrow. He tried to counter luck, and seven black thunders formed a formation with the intention of resisting this giant sword.
When the giant sword was swept away, seven black thunders were connected together, but a gap was cut. Then, his rock-solid body was submerged by the giant sword, his eyes violently opened, and he snorted. Slowly lowered his head and found that his internal organs had long since disappeared.
"Bang..." The body of the Thunder Demon Race's Celestial Realm was blown to pieces like this, the original spirit was slashed again by the giant sword, and the body and spirit were destroyed immediately, and the Celestial Realm, one person was violently killed!
This shot was Luo Xingchen. He killed a demon race of the Celestial Realm, that is, the skill of waving his hand and blowing his breath can be broken with his fingers.
To kill this hidden danger, Luo Xingchen shouted: "Quick battle and quick decision!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The Blood Killing Army, with a face-faced bone shield erected on his right hand, this is a bone shield made by the Seventh-Order Soldiers and Skeletons, which can hold off the power of the Earth Element Realm and refract and rebound the opponent's energy.
These bone shields were all searched by Luo Xingchen from the orthodoxy of the Qilin tribe.
They held a bone shield in their left hand and a sharp knife in their right hand. The sword spirit of the Sword Demon Race melted, and their arms, legs, and heads were flying everywhere, and blood mist filled the ground, filling this space.
At this point, the Sword Demon Race's Lingyuan Realm had no power to fight back.
However, more than a dozen demons of the Earth Element Realm rushed to the blood-killing army, wanting to attack from their back. The blood-killing army has keen senses and has long been aware of it. A hundred people were immediately divided into small formations to fight against them. The earth element realm and the big geographical field were all shattered by their blood rising up into the sky.
"Damn it! Die to me—"
Yu Wentao discovered that Ling Ying’s fascinating guy had killed two celestial demons again. He finally couldn’t bear it. He used a soul-locking spear intent, turned the imperial weapon in his hand, and hit with lightning speed. After wearing the bodies of the two demon races of the Celestial Realm, even with two "booms", these two people were shaken to pieces.
The remaining strong demon in the celestial and human realm turned around to flee, Yu Wentao calmed his face, stepping on the lotus, stepping on the lotus, like a waterfall attacking, the crystal god body is majestic, and the terrifying coercion of the royal bloodline, Enveloping his body, at this moment, he can't move.
Yu Wentao frowned and said softly: "Bad son!"
He shot the person through his chest from behind with a shot, and immediately stirred Penghun's spear for a while, this body was fragmented, and even the soul was shattered by Penghun's true meaning.
So, in an instant, he obliterated the three demon races of the Celestial Realm.
He looked at the location of Ling Ying again. The last two Celestial Realm Sword Demon Races were caught off guard. The sword was shattered, and a blood-red hole appeared in his chest.
"Chichi..."
The Golden Suge, the two golden threads, are the profound meanings of gold, which penetrated the foreheads of these two people.
The breath dissipated, and they died.
Ling Ying's body slowly emerged. Without saying a word, she quickly moved forward and rushed to the dozens of Earth Element Realm Demon Races. With lightning and thunder, she was chasing and chasing these people. Kill the town!
"Humph!"
Yu Wentao condensed his eyebrows and shouted violently. Under his anger, the mighty power erupted. With an unstoppable power, he descended from the sky to kill the remnant defeated general surrounded by the blood-killing army. With a shot straight down, a wave of violent waves appeared!
"Boom boom boom—"
One body after another was blown to pieces like a balloon. This shot almost completely killed the remaining more than 300 Spirit Abyss Sword Demon Races.
There were dozens of them left, and their stomachs and backs were attacked. Soon they were riddled with holes by a knife and fell all over the ground.
In the end, the blood killed the army and won!
There are two remaining battles in the area, which have not ended. They are the duel between the Seven Wolves and a dozen other Demon Races, and the duel between Tong Fazheng and the only powerful Demon Race with Ten Thousand Artistic Realms. , Optoelectronics are dense.
They no longer intervene, and the seven wolves are not defeated against the same great realm. As for Tong Fa Zheng, the great master of the formation, they are solemn and look forward to it.
The billowing demon cloud shrouded Tong Fazheng's head, and the Wanyi Realm Demon Clan displayed a beam of thunder light, and the sword flew horizontally, integrating the way of thunder sword, and was powerful.
Tong Fazheng’s formation has changed again and again, the wind and sand sky, the sand flying all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and the sky is gloomy, so that this powerful demon clan can’t open his eyes all the time, he can only listen with his heart, condense his consciousness, and the slightest. Don't dare to be distracted.
His Dadao Thunder Sword was surrounded and suppressed by Tong Fazheng's formation, and Tong Fazheng was not harmed at all.
The two were inextricably fought and couldn't talk.
The battle of the seven wolves has also reached a critical juncture.
Headed by the ghost wolf, he shouted: "Seven stars chase the moon, end to end! One yuan will kill!"
The seven bodies seemed to be able to merge different physical bodies into one at that moment, not knowing whether it was an illusion or a fact.
Around this body, a giant wolf phantom, with its limbs upright, then bends down, one bursts, and four-legged slaps at the dozens of Earth Element Realm Demon Races, seven-handed scimitars, like a giant wolf swallowing the underworld. , The blood blade ejected from the mouth pierced everyone's chest!
The heaven and the earth are mixed, the power of the infinite, and the illusory, staying for a long time.
More than a dozen figures are frozen here and become eternal.
Seven wolves, the battle is over!
In the end, the bodies of the seven wolves seemed to separate, and they stopped their feet, turned their heads, and looked at the earth-shattering battle that was the most difficult to distinguish. The methods of Wanyijing were indeed powerful.
This Wanyi Realm Sword Demon Clan possesses seven sword shadow totems, blessing his power and increasing it several times.
He can also come and go freely in the ninth-order wind-sand sky blade array, ramming, constantly turning into particles and flashing, and he let out a cold cry: "Huh, human race, dare to step into the territory of our sword demon race and seek death. Lu, your wind and sand, want to hurt me too? Dream!"
Tong Fa was closing his eyes and concentrating indifferently, saying to himself indifferently: "If I can't even cut through you, how can I go to the God Pavilion, face the strong of the domain master, and pick up my sweetheart? Can't kill you? Then look, My knife is fake or real!"
Ten thousand energy balls, flying sand and rocks, combined into one, forming a huge force, which set off a turbulent wave and crashed into the Wanyi Realm Demon Clan carrying the sword and flying.
"Still using this trick, break it for me! The magic sword is broken!"
Ten kinds of visions rise up, but they can also be transformed seriously, engraving ten bloody characters, just like a proverb!
The brilliance of the demon sword, ten red devil-like proverbs, the words are like mountains, smashing into the body of Tong Fazheng.
Tongfa's heart is an eagle, transforming into an eagle, intending to soar, spread its wings and fly high!
The huge sand energy ball, the air current rolled, splashed, and the flying eagle caught the illusory sand ball and burst suddenly!
"Boom..."
Gorgeous fireworks, like endless waves, light up the gloomy sky and illuminate a magical land!
After the sand ball exploded, there was a bright light that pierced the ten characters, piercing the mountains and the sea, piercing each other, and hit Huanglong!
When the Wanyi Realm Demon Clan came back to his senses, he discovered that there was an indelible wound on his body. The wound opened and continued to extend. His entire human skin was broken, the human skin fell off, and the flesh and blood were scattered. Only a skeleton is left!
"Uh… "
The feeling of vitality dissipating, helpless, is it not a pain
"I am a formation mage, you will never be able to guess my formation, I will let you die!"
Tong Fa's right palm blasted over, and a huge cyan long eagle swept out and merged with his palm prints. That touch of light turned out to be a real sharp knife, which was overtaken by the long eagle. , And the palm prints are integrated with it.
The formation heart, coupled with the two styles of formation, merged into a cyan flying blade, scattered into thousands, tearing the soul body of the Ten Thousand Yijing Demon Race, so, he really disappeared...
This battle finally came to an end.
Calculating the casualties of one's own side, only more than 20 bloody soldiers have fallen, and the rest, who can survive, are even more vigorous and infinite in killing!
Their gaze made the enemy frightened, and they roared and shook the sky!
Blood kills the door, invincible! Heavenly Desolate Palace, the heroes are invincible!
The demons are strong because each of them upholds the legacy of their ancestors, dominates the world, and fights against God.
The strength of the human race is precisely because each of them has different difficulties, different pressures, and is being persecuted. Everyone is squeezing their potential and going forward courageously.
Two different races, one retreats from time to time, trying to protect themselves, the other is to devour the whale every step, but also to control the world in the palm of their hands.
If you ask the two races of humans and demons, who have more kind thoughts, most of the human races are a bit pedantic and still have a conscience.
As for the demons, they were almost uniform, their hearts were like profound iron, and they were extremely cold.
The battle was filled with smoke, Ling Ying stepped over layers of bones, looked at Yu Wentao, and the corners of her mouth rose: "Ha ha, Yu Wentao, just those tricks, a whim, not bad!"
The corners of Yu Wentao's mouth twitched, his head was full, and he was really speechless.
He glanced at Ling Ying and said helplessly: "Don't mock me anymore. You don't use the imperial weapon. You can kill the enemy calmly. I hold the imperial weapon. If I still can't do it, wouldn't I be a pig?"
Luo Xingchen, approaching the crowd, said in a condensed voice: "Ling Ying, count the number of people who died in the battle, each person's name, record it in the martyrs list, and report it to me! Take them back if they have corpses and wait for a thick burial. If there are no corpses, stand up. Under the crown!
Check whether they have descendants, family members, clothes and food, don't disturb! "
Ling Ying nodded, clasped her fists and bowed: "Subordinates understand!"
Luo Xingchen said silently in his heart: The future, great destruction, if it fails to succeed, I will go to Huangquan, goodbye, if it succeeds, everything will recover, there must be you...