Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

On the battlefield of the sky, the twelve swordsmen are still proud to waver.

Don't get too excited about pretending to kill four five-rings.

Who says winning after a tough battle is the only thing that makes you feel better? Yes, it feels good, but wouldn't it be easier to kill enemies?

If you can, everyone wants to move their fingers and their opponents will die.

Today, these four five-rings have not even consumed a single source of twelve swordsmen. It can be said that death is worthless. The more worthless the other party dies, the happier they naturally become.

But happiness never lasts too long.

The next moment, the other party did come to reinforce.

Not a lot of people this time.

Three.

Three six-rings.

The six-ring archaeologist is almost equivalent to shaking the light to the combustion spirit, which is a half-step combustion spirit, stronger can directly confront the combustion spirit.

If these three six-ring archaeologists had appeared earlier, the dragon boat would not have been able to sustain itself, and now that they do, it can be seen that the Hunting Wind Thief has a different motive.

It was just that their mission had been to probe, but they had not expected to lose much. The people did use the cards, but they were twelve nameless shaking lights. None of them matched the strong men they knew, but they were shameless. They died four of their five rings. When they were truly wronged, the anger in their hearts could be known.

That is why the three six-rings appeared, and the intention was to destroy them all.

“Hmm, another wave.” Lin Xiao and others still laughed.

“Shameless people!” A six-ring orchestra artist roared furiously and sang.

With that strange fluctuation of rhythms, a red glow emerges empty-handed with the power to destroy everything.

Burning glow!

This is exactly the source technique that the other party used during the Su Sin war in Astin.

The six-ring energy technique of a group attack, as soon as it appeared, swept the crowd with mountains and seas, and covered the dozen swordsmen.

Naturally, it is impossible to kill an opponent with a single burning glow, but the purpose of the opponent is simply to suppress them. At the same time, two other Six-Ring Oracle artists came together, one carrying out a thunderstorm, endless thunderstorms in the sky, each bold and bold, and the other carrying out death waves, strange and evil dark energy under the cover of storms and flames.

All three operatics are group aggressive methods, different but beneficial.

As has been said before, there are frequent signs of sporadic energy flows in group fighting. Everyone is borrowing energy from the heavens and the earth, and energy in a region is limited, so mass warfare can have an impact on each other.

But the fact that the three of us are working together at this moment does not appear at all to be such an interactive situation can only illustrate one thing: the cooperation between them is very good.

It should be said that this is the true cooperation in the Source Gas War, not the kind of one-size-fits-all combination, but the seamless combination of the heavenly garments at the power level, which does not create confusion through the simultaneous application of source energy, thus making one plus one more than two, not less than two.

The three six-ring Olympic artists have worked together for many years and are extremely tacit, so they each play their rightful role without any impact or weakening.

Lin Xiao and others laughed in the face of the combined efforts of the three six-ring artists.

“Nice work, brothers, show them ours too!” Lin Xiao shouted.

Speak with the twelve swordsmen.

The twelve swordsmen were different from the three archaeologists.

They waved their hands and swords simultaneously.

Hands together, the movement is exactly the same, showing more amazing consistency than the other hand, just seeing the movement, the three archaeologists knew it was bad.

Sure enough, the twelve swordsmen have a glare on their hands.

Triple Ring Oracle Ice Sealing!

This is exactly what Su Shen proposed from the Yu prisoners of war, and gave them to the twelve swordsmen.

The feature of ice-sealing is that it can be infinitely stacked, in sufficient quantities to even allow them to go beyond the order of equivalence.

Twelve ice seals were launched simultaneously, but they were directed towards the same target, the archaeologist who carried out the Dead Light Wave.

Dead light wave attributes are dark, seemingly harmless, but are the most lethal of the three operations.

So the twelve swordsmen are targeting him first.

This ice seal sacrifice, a series of twelve ice and cold light rings towards each other, the archaeologist only felt the burgeoning force of ice seal poured into himself, even the source energy was frozen for it.

This is not a feeling, but a reality. Ice sealing itself has an impact on the functioning of the energy source, but it is weak, but accumulated in sufficient quantities to affect the six-ring Olympians.

Twelve ice seals can't really seal a six-ring archeologist, but they can slow him down, slow him down, and even slow him down.

That's enough.

The battle of the strong is only a millilitre.

Then he broke the ice seal and blocked the hand of the archaeologist, while the sword of the twelve was cut out.

But unlike ice sealing, the twelve men's swordlight converged in one place, forming a sword light!

A rhinoceros, the sword of the heaven that can break the dome, just crossed the sky and struck the head of the artist who was carrying out the thunderous storm.

The three archaeologists were both terrified.

Because at this moment, they discovered that the twelve were actually more cooperative than they were.

People who lack cooperation, because energy sources interact with each other, can lead to one plus one less than two, and people who are good at cooperation can make energy not affect each other, that is, one plus one equals two.

But the real combination of strong hands can allow one plus one to be greater than two, because at this time, their power is really superimposed, and all their power converges on one person, as if one person's power is multiplied by the corresponding number of people, so that the strength is greatly increased, and at this time, the combination is truly one plus one to be greater than two.

It is not easy to do this, it requires not only a long period of cooperation, but also a degree of synchronization during weekdays of practice, which, in the past, was seen only in some of the same blood families.

But the Twelve Swordsmen broke this custom.

Although they are not members of the lineage family, they are practicing the same system.

They were promoted with Su Shen's bloodless method. They practiced Su Shen's innocent mind method. They were assisted by Su Shen's legal literature. The sword method was also chosen by Su Shen Li Chongshen Shi Kaishi and others in particular to teach, learn common means, and practice long-term cooperation so that this could be achieved.

When the twelve swordsmen joined a sword, let alone the three feather artists, Su Shen couldn't resist.

Therefore, at this moment, a sword has been struck out, the sword is raging, the heavens and the earth are turbulent, and the power has reached the point where the power of the flaming realm has been fully broken.

The six-ring artist was also irresistible, and saw the sword cut out, revealing an appalling light of death in his eyes.

Though their thunderstorms and burning glow also attacked their opponents at this time, with the protection of the people, the power of shaking light, eating them hard may hurt them little, but never hurt their bones, but the archaeologist is sure to die of this sword.

The artist was about to die under this sword, and suddenly a figure appeared in the void, raising his hand to the light of the sword.

Seven rings!

The Hunter's Bottom Card appeared one by one, and a hidden Seven Rings appeared at this time, trying to save the Artist.

But just as he did, a figure appeared distorted, like an electric prick at the seven-ring artist.

The leopard!

He didn't know he was hiding there before. He didn't do it all the time, but he did it at this critical moment. All he could say was follow Su Shen, and there was nothing he didn't learn to do.

The seven-ring archaeologist seemed to be ready, and the fierce auxiliary energy came directly into the mountains like the sea. He wanted to wipe out the leopard with that sword. It would be better to pinch the leopard in the source tide and bomb the potential opponent with a strong source explosion.

However, an unexpected scene emerged in which the leopard rushed unaffected, even though his operatic energy poured out like a wave.

No, it wasn't unaffected, and the seven-ring artist even saw the leopard spilling blood that hurt him a lot.

Instead of being punched, he approached himself faster, and a short black blade brush stabbed himself in the throat.

Op reflux!

The word flashed in the mind of a seven-ring archeologist.

He had not had time to think about how the leopard would operate, because the opponent was much faster than he had imagined, and the short black blade emitted a deadly breath. At that moment, he blessed his mind and knew that if he were to be cut by the short blade, it would be the end of his body.

Anymore, the Seven Rings artist vanished.

The energy that prevented the sword from lighting disappeared, and the sword of the heavens was cut across the sky unhindered, chasing the artist's body and chopping it off.

Despite a seven-ring opportunity, the lightning storm artist applied a shield to himself in a timely fashion and flashed away. The reaction was not unpleasant. But the sword came in a shadowy pursuit, still bombarded him. At that moment, the shield broke, and the sword struck, and the six rings were instantly crushed to pieces.

“Phew!”

Twelve Swordsmen spit blood together.

That's at the cost of being hard against thunderstorms and burning glow.

But it's worth the price than killing a six-ring quickly.

The next moment, the twelve joined forces again, and another sword struck out.

Where the other two archaeologists still dared to resist, they flashed backwards together, but saw the sword shadow false vertical, turns out it was just a false move.

Such a union is not easy for the twelve swordsmen, so use it.

But with this trick, the twelve swordsmen took advantage of the opportunity to relax, and then each extremely shameless person took out a bottle of medicine and quickly took the master as a pharmacist, which is good.

So the damage just suffered has healed quickly.

Two archaeologists missed their fighter jets, and regret is no match.

On the other side, the leopard has been in a tremor with the seven-ring artist.

From Chu Huailiang's short black blade broke through the sky and a black light spread through the sky.