Thunder Martial

Eleven people in a row were ready to fight to death, but suddenly they were left standing there like fools.

Those weapons, they all turned, and none of them attacked them, but stabbed their companions in the body.

Most importantly, everyone's inner thoughts are surprisingly consistent.

That is to leave the purple tree behind and slaughter the others.

Even if this man is his own life and death brother!

The Purple Goddess is calm, and things remain the same. This scene, which he saw many years ago, has also personally felt piercing the heart.

Originally, it was just a 500-year-old snow ginseng in the district.

The weapon went into the chest, the energy oscillated, and in an instant, more than ten people died.

The look on these people's faces, they all went crazy, they stopped suppressing themselves.

A calm purple face suddenly added a touch of chill to his face.

Between the lightning bolts, he had an additional weapon in his hand, a black knife with a sheath.

“Whoosh!”

He didn't hesitate to pull the knife.

Everyone's weapon had just penetrated each other's body, and nine fusion knives had appeared, sweeping forward.

This is a black knife that has been recompressed by Purple Pearl, and its quality has reached second class, just a little short of a first-class dragon weapon.

It contains not only seven-colored giant dragon materials, but also black dragon bones, fully concentrated into it.

“Pfft!” “Pfft!” “Pfft! ”

The knife passed, very sharp, and the three were directly beheaded. As for the others approaching the knife, after hastily blocking it, the body flew backwards.

Kang Sam retreated and drank at the same time towards Ziqian: “Ziqian, you are insane, ten people are enough! ”

Violet's expression was cold, he did not speak, and the seven-colored knife belonging to the sheath reappeared, chopping it forward.

This time, Zijuan killed two people.

You know, these can all be real strong people, ranked in the top fifteen, usually Purple wants to kill two at a time, it's impossible.

The eleven people behind Zijuan do not understand the intentions of Zijuan, but they do not need to understand, just follow Zijuan and do it together.

“Whoosh!”

Dongqing's eyebrows, blue lightning rushed out, and went straight to several monks who could not retreat.

The barbarian stone followed, and the wolf's tooth stick was blown down.

A golden figure dressed in a seven-colored armor turned into a stream of light and rushed to the crowd in front to begin the killing.

The fog shadows the body changing between falsehoods, rushing toward a wounded person.

Immediately afterwards, the rest of us went on, and in the tiny room in the blink of an eye, the energy of infinite terror shook.

It's a mixed war, and it's gonna blow!

“Crazy, Zijuan has gone mad, everyone pull out first!” Kang Sam shouted and instantly withdrew from the gate.

They had already lost the opportunity to attack their peers before. At this moment, faced with the constant attack of purple, coupled with a room that was not too big, they were beaten too fast.

The men retreated, leaving 17 or 18 bodies on the ground, and five others were wounded and unable to escape.

“What the hell is going on here?” The barbarian stones and others looked at the purple stones and looked very confused.

Why would Zijuan want to kill all of us if he killed only ten people?

From just now to now, Purple's face has been filled with cold frost. At this moment, looking at the injured five people, he indifferently said: “Kill them! ”

“Ah?” The crowd was again.

“Don't, Zijuan, don't kill us! ”

“We join you, and we will obey you! ”

“You're going to kill us, we're being framed! ”

“ …… ”

The five strong men's faces changed dramatically, and they begged for forgiveness.

“Whoosh!”

A blue lightning instantly turns into two lanes, rushing towards two injured strong men.

Immediately afterwards, Shangguan Hong chopped before a sword, and the powerful sword directly strangled a man's head.

“Pfft!”

A golden light flashed in front of Jincheng City, dotted on a man's chest, instantly pierced his chest, extinguishing his life.

And as for the last, he died in the hands of Zixuan.

Twelve people in a row, Zijuan and the three women decisively attacked each other, destroying the injured five people.

As for the barbarian stones and others, they are still stunned and confused.

At the end of the battle, looking at the more than twenty bodies on the ground, Purple sighed greatly in relief.

He may not be able to preserve everyone, but at least through this war, he can minimize death.

“Why?”

When one looks at purple, one can hardly understand the behavior of purple.

“As I have just said, only ten people will be killed, and the next forty will surely go out unanimously. Even if they were heterogeneous, they would be at least a battle force. ”

Looking at corpses all over the floor, they could hardly understand the purple practice.

Purple's eyes looked ahead, and he was on alert. He said softly: "They have completely lost their mind, and if they continue to consume internally, they will attack us! If there is unanimity and mutual mistrust, the power they show will not necessarily help us escape from poverty! ”

The line of men are not weak, but the realm of Naihe is too low.

Once both sides are truly hostile, they will have no advantage whatsoever.

Jin Tincheng coldly said: "If we don't kill them now, we'll be waiting for them to be killed! When both sides fight, we will lose. Purple is to consume them to the maximum. Then there is a real evil war! ”

It was a bad war, and there were seven dragon-shaped weapons across the street.

"We must kill them if we are to be safe," said Zixuan. Even as a group, we are stronger than those scattered sand! Next, the time has come to truly test us, there may be casualties! But with close cooperation, casualties can still be minimized! Remember, that's an order! ”

Over the years, people have grown accustomed to giving orders without hesitation at this moment.

“Fifteen of them remain, and the seven dragon-shaped weapons, which must be in the hands of the seven Phagocytes, are destined to summon energy to resist these attacks first. ”

“The battlefield is in this room, and they will rush in! The barbarian stone transforms to resist the attack for everyone, and the others cooperate fully! ”

“Remember, this is a battle between life and death, never careless! And this battle is mostly about observance, not merit! ”

His destiny looked at Zijuan and asked him, "Is everyone going to kill him? What about Yong Si? ”

It is well known that Ying Yong Si has a good relationship with Zi Yun, and is also beneficial to Zi Yun.

On that day, the rest of the forces were deterred by purple power, which was the law of eternal thought, which was later known to all.

"" He is no longer a former forever thinker, "cried Zixuan.“ When you see him, do your best. Don't be soft on your hands! ”

A soft hand could kill itself.

Ying Yong Si no longer trusts him. At this moment, both sides are enemies!

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“Damn, it's a good plan!” He fled with all the people and Ye Ming shouted impatiently.

He was still wrong in anticipation. When he left Ziqian behind, it was a mistake. He should do everything in his power to kill him!

But it's obviously too late!

Ye Ming did not expect that the always good heart and weak purple will suddenly fall into distress.

In fact, it's not hard to guess. When Zijuan sees no hope of preserving everyone, he naturally has to preserve the people in his team.

The only way to keep them is to kill them all.

The years of purple life, the number of battles, the plots and plots seen, the people who killed them, Ye Ming clapping horses could not catch up.

He figured it out and figured it out.

“I underestimated Purple, but I didn't expect him to be so bold!” Sidney's eyes flashed cold.

In doing so, Zixuan is also taking great risks.

Because that voice said that if there were forty people, and if there were forty people to fight against the other forces next, the Emperor's realm would surely suffer a great loss and could all be killed.

But if that voice keeps them fighting again, it will undoubtedly be in their favor.

Actually, Sydney, they're already in a passive state.

Now there are fifteen of them, apparently breaking apart from Purple, but if the voice of death rings and lets them deal with the monks of other regions, they will also kill.

Because they have no choice but to accept the rules of the Dragon Boat on an ongoing basis.

So in any case, purple strikes are beneficial to the other side.

Fifteen people are now in some trouble, not knowing whether to kill or continue to wait for the next development.

“Heal the wounds first!” Ye Ming looked gloomy and retreated towards the back.

Apparently, he chose to follow the rules once again.

Or rather, chose righteousness, instead of killing Purple, the next arrangement for the sound of death.

The same scene does not just occur in the Emperor's Heavenly Realm, but also in other regions.

Fifty to forty, much easier and quicker than imagined.

Because in a few geographies, the last 50 strong survivors thought it would be a geographic battle. One by one, they pressed their minds against the madness and began to negotiate the next battle.

They think about which forces are weaker, which they target first, or which they strike suddenly and secretly.

But in the process of negotiation, that voice, which represented death, sounded again.

After previous killings, this time without any psychological burden, weapons were freely sent into the bodies of their companions.

This is the choice and test of humanity.

Ever since you first chose to give up, you've given up.

Or, after the dragon boat stopped for the first time, people chose to protect themselves, and in the next choice, they were protecting themselves again and again.

So the last ten, soon died.

Even Qingtian realm was quickly divided, they had not participated in the fighting, but one was cold and almost unhesitatingly killed his companion.

They are very skilled in their movements, and it seems that in their minds, many such scenarios have been deduced.

In the 50th and 40th, there were supposed to be 280 left in the Seven Powers, but the real number was less than 250.

Because in the past, people attacked their peers, and some of them died together.

That voice, which represented death, did not keep everyone waiting too long, but rang again.