Thunder Martial

The violets surrounded by thunderbolts, like a thunderbolt meteorite, rush towards an alien army.

His figure, flashing like a transient movement, accompanied by a speedy gait with the heavenly lightning wings, avoided an attack.

Dull interracial warfare reacts quickly and powerful attacks are frequent, but no purple damage whatsoever.

In an instant, the purple rushes into the crowd.

“Soo!”

In a slightly panicked army, a crisp sheath sounded.

The voice, though not just crisp, clearly reached everyone's ears. It was this voice that just sounded, and a knife cut off Cook, and now the voice is back, and many warriors are frightened.

The knife light reappeared, but this time it was not one, but nine.

Nine blades of light emitted a brilliant golden light, chopping them off in all directions.

“Pfft!” “Pfft! ” ……

Purple Spirit is surrounded by war spirits, swordlight passes by, a war spirit is slaughtered with a beast.

Zixuan stood still, and the long knife had fallen into the sheath.

But immediately afterwards, the crisp sheath sounded again.

“Whoosh!”

One-nine-in-one knife light reproduces, turning around again.

Immediately afterwards, another interracial spirit of war was killed, and a vast open area appeared around the purple rays.

Many powerful attacks came from all directions and went straight to the middle of the purple slaughter.

The thunder wings on the back of the purple claw vibrated, and the figure disappeared from the spot as if it were a transient movement. The next moment, it reached the dense army of the spirit of war and pulled the knife again.

“Soo!”

The crisp sheath sounds and the golden knife light reappears.

“Back off! Back off! ”

“Quick, step aside! ”

Around, there was a panicked explosion, riding the beast's spirit of war, and began to retreat. It was so crowded that treading occurred during the retreat.

Ben panicked team, because stepping on each other became more messy, fortunately some warriors, also managed the alien beast to rise up and fly backwards around.

“Boom!”

The dome trembled, the bright sky suddenly darkened, a pitch-black hammer, huge enough to cover the sky, emitting a dark, horrible light, descending from the sky and falling into the backwards of those warriors.

The black hammer burst into flash, a huge deep pit instantly appeared on the earth, the deep pit filled with smoke, screaming and moaning also continued to sound.

In the middle of the pit, he stood a giant surrounded by iron and steel, holding a giant hammer and knocking it against a wounded, undead alien warrior's head.

When the hammer went up and down, the fluttering voice rang out and the barbarian stone moved like a rat in a mortal game.

The barbaric stones have been killed, demonstrating a destructive power of terror.

Like a war machine, he was surrounded by black steel, and many attacks fell on him, few capable of breaking defenses.

But the attack he launched was extraordinarily horrible. It was a massive attack, and the spirit of war had to be wounded even if it was immortal. If it is a small-scale or a monomeric attack, then the middleman will die.

The barbarian stones are not far from the purple stones, providing firepower support to the purple stones, preventing people from locking the purple stones and carrying out sneak attacks.

Elsewhere, those who call them names have long been killed.

Hands swept up along the sky, the long lane cold light gun appeared, with powerful destructive power, holed through the heart of a heterogeneous warring spirit.

He looked like a simple teenager who walked out of a mountain village, but did so decisively, passing by and leaving behind a body of spirit of war.

His fate was not far from the path, his fingers bent, his four fingers touched the thumb, and a mysterious force spread towards the distance as he touched his fingertips.

“Life!” He looked at a warrior spirit and said.

That mysterious force, flying to the spirit of war, hitting the spirit of war, the spirit of war falls and dies.

“Dead count too!” He looked at another spirit, and the spirit fell.

Mysterious energy, like a living thing, can rush forward, can retreat, can spin around.

They can attack and block a defense for fate.

“And so will life!” Fate again looked at a warrior spirit, who lost his intuition and fell in front of him.

Though he may not be as handsome as Shuntian, this means of looking at whoever dies and staring at whoever dies is a little more shocking than Shuntian's method of direct killing.

In the battlefield, Jin Duncheng was extremely eye-catching. She was surrounded by golden light. She held a sword in her hand. Every time the sword swept out, a terrible sword appeared. This sword could clear up a large area of open space for her.

She was sword-forward and fast, never stopping in place, so powerful that the attacks that followed just blew up behind her.

Into the infiltration of the foreign army, the purple clan showed strong destructive power as well as killing power.

Hundreds of people, and nearly eighty others, stayed where they were, staring at the madly slaughtered purple and others with admiration on their faces.

“Aw!”

A wolf whistled and saw a tall wolf behind Wei Wei.

As Wolf Wei moves, he lifts his paws and presses them forward.

Huge claw prints, such as the black cloud, overshadowed several interracial warriors, followed by a horrible energy eruption, the overshadowed warriors died for the majority of them, each surviving was seriously injured.

“Drink!”

When a bang sounded, a knife that had never been fired, he held a long knife with a sheath in his hand, but the style was very different from that of purple.

This was built for him by several seniors and is more suitable for becoming a warrior's knife.

The knife was pulled out, and no sheath sounded, only the prickly eye appeared.

After the appearance of a knife light, it was directly dispersed and transformed into 3927 knife lights, sweeping in all directions.

Ninety-nine knives can be used in life, but the spirit of war after death, because of the realm, only thirty-nine knives can be displayed at present.

Purple nineteen knives are so powerful, and the three or nine knives of the super knife are so powerful that they are almost insanely powerful.

Knife, heavy hammer and flash lightning, the trail has been discovered, the three of them are no longer worried, just show the strongest strength, just kill the enemy.

The fog walked through the warring spirits, and a sharp blade arrived, and the hole instantly penetrated his body.

His face, not much change, over his hands, the forces of terror gathered, this power turned into a sharp edge, directly chopping off these stunned interracial warriors.

After killing the enemy, the fog went forward again, and the sharp edges that pierced his body slowly disappeared.

Those war spirits didn't understand whether they had stabbed their bodies or not.

“Pfft!” “Pfft!” “Pfft! ” ……

More attacks came, piercing the body of the fog and sounding holes through the flesh. But the faces of the warriors had no joy, because it didn't feel like the real flesh in the stab.

The fog smiled faintly and the energy attack reappeared, cutting off several warring heads with doubt.

Misty Shadow, as the designator, all weighs on a ‘shadow’ word. He walks on the battlefield, but like a shadow, the warriors cannot attack his flesh at all, he is like a ghost without flesh.

A team of 100 people, Purple, according to the strength of everyone during the weekday, identified 17 of them, plus three guides who decided to take the lead, formed a strong team of 20 people.

Each of these 20 kills 50 spirits and can slaughter this team.

Upon entering the battlefield, the 20-man team showed horrific destructive power, with interracial armies instantly losing hundreds of people.

On the walls of that city, the former spirit of Mumbling Cook's Gong, was the mayor of Pluto Town, and by the time he had reacted from the slaughter in front of him, the loss of the interracial army was nearly half.

“Hurry up and back up, hurry up! ”

He shouted loudly and his voice spread throughout the town.

“Go all the way! Hurry up!”

His voice was filled with anxiety.

Other interracial warfare spirits also reacted and flew directly towards the battlefield.

Even though Zi Xuan and others have shown strong destructive power, they are still fearless and straight ahead.

“Kill, kill those humans!” As he marched forward, the mayor also commanded others to attack the eighty human beings who had not yet fought.

These eighty men are relatively weaker, but this kind of comparison is only compared to the purple clams and those who call them, and their true strength is not weak at all.

And inside, there's a lot of higher life.

Just before these interracial warfare spirits began, these higher life also manifested itself as beasts, one step ahead of the human monks, killing the interracial warriors.

They have no advantage over the human brothers, but prevail over attack and defense.

So far, 100 men have joined the battle.

Those humans who thought they were weak, but did not expect their power to erupt, were so terrible, confronted positively, and lost a great deal of heterogeneous spirit.

And the first twenty terrible warriors, when the war broke out, slaughtered more than 800 heterogeneous warriors, and the remaining heterogeneous warriors retreated with horror and joined other warrior teams.

“Hidden Mist! The Dark Screen! …" Purple shouted, singing out the names of five people in a row.

The five looked at the purple, focused and then disappeared from the battlefield.

Five men withdrew from the battlefield, and Purple and others were still fighting in the blood.

The battle turned upside down. The defeat of the spirit was only a matter of time. After losing 2,000 spirits, the town mayor shouted for retreat.

They are not afraid of death, especially fighting humans, but they will not participate in this fight for nothing.

“Retreat. Retreat the town. Wait for reinforcements!” The mayor shouted loudly and took someone back.

At the time of the retreat, Zixuan and others were still struggling to hunt, but outside the town, Zixuan waved his hand and everyone stopped.

At this moment, there are no fewer than 2,000 warriors in the town. Once trapped, even Zixuan will die.

And with all the effort, Purple Spirit consumes a lot, of course, killing more enemies.

“Buzz!”

In the tremor, a glimmer of light emerged from around the town and then converged in the heavenly dome, forming a huge light shield to protect the entire town.

And on the walls of the city, you see the mask fully erected, and the remaining palpitations of the spirit of war, one by one, are relieved.

They just didn't see it, and Purple sighed sighed sighly when they saw the mask hanging up.