Thunder Martial

Battle Martial Continent is a battlefield and the place to bear the brunt of interracial attacks.

It can be said that more than 70% of the main ethnic groups are located in the Battle Martial Continent.

Likewise, more than 70% of the area is now ruled by different ethnic groups.

The natives here, during this war, abandoned all their properties in the outside world and returned to the city or to their families.

In such a fierce battle, no force was spared, so there was a rare reunification in the area, even the Tianjin Alliance chose to deal with the opposite race, not with anyone who ever had the resources to do so.

To Battle Martial Continent, Purple Wants to go the most, Tiger Ping City of course, but he doesn't have this free time yet.

His own personal presence is important, and he must first find the great saints.

So, after coming to Battle Martial Continent, Purple Pearl went straight to the First Continent.

Just go to the transmission array on the first continent, there will be interruptions, purple can only enter one city, then borrow the transmission array to go to the second city, so fast forward.

But if a second city is suddenly broken down by a different race, this transmission formation will be man-made before the city breaks down, and the purple can only leave the city and fly fast.

“You don't have to wait here, Flying City has disappeared, and the transmission corridor has collapsed. From now on, there will be no more footprints. ”

Far away was the sound of such a voice, walking up and down, and seeing a dozen heavens and a saint surrounded by a transmission formation.

Speaking was an old guard of the Guardian Transmission Formation, who did not have too much regret on his muddy face and seemed to have experienced too many similar things.

“What should we do?” The world is worried, "he said.“ We have to hurry to the next continent. ”

The guard shook his head and said: "Then there is no choice but to stay here, or go out of town and take risks. But that would be very dangerous. ”

“Is there any other transmission array available? We are responsible for channelling resources, and we are now waiting to be restored to the Third Continent!” The only saint among them asks.

Because the Battle Martial Continent has nine continents, resources vary from time to time, and after the outbreak of the Great War, the scarcity of resources created a profession as a resource provider.

They can be said to be closest to danger by channelling resources to areas where they are needed to help those in that area grow up as quickly as possible or to recover their injuries as soon as possible.

Everyone admires this profession, even this guard, who is accustomed to life and death, and he reveres everyone.

But the transmission line didn't work, so he thought about it and said, "Well, I'll go talk to the captain, see if I can pull out a team and let them escort you to the third continent. ”

“Where are you going to go to the third continent?” At this moment, a desperate voice rang out and only a young man walked in.

The young man, dressed in a black robe, looked at the saint and asked.

“We have also brought some useful resources back to our third continent, the Rose family, to recover their lives.” The saint could not see past the young man nor perceive hostility from the other side, so he explained patiently.

“Los Angeles?” The young man smiled and seemed a little emotional when he looked at his face. “How many of you are, go ahead and count them and let me go. ”

“You?” The saint looked at the youth.

The young man, of course, was purple and had intended to leave directly, and after hearing their identities, decided to take them on a journey.

Resource couriers are equally admired after the Battle Martial Continent was an admirable profession, knowing that they existed.

Perhaps one day such a profession will also emerge after the collapse of the RUF in the Heavenly Martial Continent.

“This little brother, do you have a team ready to assemble and leave?” The guard held his fist and asked.

Purple shook his head and said: "No team, just me. ”

And then Purple looked at the saint and said, "Believe me, I can definitely take you all to Lo's house. ”

Being so confident, obviously a strong man, the saint changed his colour and immediately asked respectfully: "Are you ready to go to the Los Angeles too? ”

“I wasn't going to, but if I were to take you there, I'd take a look there too. ”

“Does the grownups have family friends in Luo's house? ”

“Barely, but only if they're happy to see me. ”

Purple smiled and then stopped talking and turned towards the outside direction of the city.

He did not ask them if they were happy to follow that sentence, because it had no meaning and would naturally follow if they wished.

After a little hesitation, the saint nodded suddenly and said: "Time is running out, let's go! ”

The other heavens nodded and followed Purple to the outside of the city.

As for the escort in charge of the convoy, he had been looking behind the purple shadow, always feeling that the young man seemed familiar, but could not remember where he had seen it.

“My name is Luo Xiao, thank you for the escort!” The saint followed and bowed his fist to Purple.

Purple nodded and smiled, saying nothing more.

Soon after arriving at the gates of the city, a saintly atmosphere can be perceived on the walls.

There is no need for Zixuan's orders, Luo Xiaoyi is very intriguing. He took out a token to identify himself.

“It's a mess out there, Flying Town has just collapsed. The infidels could kill us any minute. Are you sure you want to go out?” Seeing the identity token in Luo Xiao's hand, the saint captain asked in silence.

Luo Xiao hesitated, looked back at Purple and nodded. “Captain, please open the door. ”

Seems to be infected by purple confidence, Luo Xiao nodded: “We have something important to report back to, we can't delay. ”

The saint captain hesitated and said, "Then why don't I give you a saint, and you'll be safer. ”

“You don't have a lot of people on your side, so just open the door. After we get out, we'll make our own arrangements.” Zijuan said.

“All right then.” The saint waved his hand, indicating that the gate was open.

Beyond the open gate of the city is the Great Array of City Protectors. As a ripple light appeared, a gate appeared above the Great Array, and the Purple Gate went out with all the saints.

After going out, the saint was going to put these heavens away and waved his hands and said, "No, just go. ”

The saint nodded and became more and more certain that it was a strong man who could not be revealed.

Just a few miles ahead of the team, there was a breaking sound coming from afar, followed by a powerful aura from the sky.

“No, it's an interracial army! ”

On the walls of the city, after the guards saw the scene, their faces changed dramatically and they lost their voice and shouted.

“Coming so soon? ”

The saint captain jumped over the walls and saw the black depressed foreign army, his face immediately changed dramatically. He crossed the city guard array and shouted at the purple and others: "Hurry back! ”

The saints and the heavenly ones who conveyed the resources had stopped, seemingly preparing to run back and forth, but their speed was clearly too slow, as there were six saints in the ranks of the infidels who came.

In the blink of an eye, a group of people were surrounded by these interracial saints, and then the interracial monks came after them and surrounded them on layers.

“Goddamn it, let's get out there and save people!” The saint captain cursed and was about to go outside.

He knew very well that those who were surrounded would surely die in the heavens, and only the saint might live, or, perhaps, the overconfident blue bull.

Just before this saint jumped off the wall, he heard a shout, "Captain, look! ”

“Why, both…”

Captain Saint's face, very ugly, he thought everyone was dead, but when he looked up at the outside world, he saw a golden light of energy, which emerged from the surrounding circle, which formed a circle, diffusing in all directions.

The rays of diffusion swept past the aliens on all sides and then swept further away.

At the same time, as the circle spread, there was also a very strong wave, which distorted it as it approached the Protective Town Formation.

Above and below the city walls, everyone looked at the scene with shock and shock.

Seeing the light pass by, all the bodies of the interracial monks are separated from the middle and fall toward the earth.

At one time, just around the overcrowded area, you can no longer see any more standing interracials.

Only the resource changers stood there in front of them, the young man in the black robe, with a sheathed knife, standing indifferently.

Previously, those who were strong of different ethnicities, including even the great army of different ethnicities, all fell down and died.

All the human monks who saw this scene, up and down the walls, couldn't say a word of shock.

This scene is so shocking.

In the distance, those still daring to come are stopped in shape, and one face is also frightened.

One move is to destroy a group of people, including six saints. What kind of fighting power is this?

A deep chill emerged from the bottom of their hearts, and as the purple heads turned towards them, these heterogeneous armies turned away without saying anything.

“Let's go. ”

In Purple's hand, the sheath disappeared, reminding several people who were still stunned, and then walking forward.

These resource bearers, who are finally awake, look at each other and see a strong shock in each other's eyes.

Thereafter, they carefully avoided the bodies on the ground and followed them towards the already distant purple.

A moment later, a ripple appeared on the Great Array of City Protectors, and the monks in the city ran out and shook up at the scene.

As for the saint captain, he said thank you in the direction of the purple departure, hugging his fist deeply.

These dead heretics will be used as resources to refine and replenish the city and build the city's fighting power.

“That weapon just now, it seems, is a long knife with a sheath, and not many people should use it.” While the bodies were being cleaned up, the monks muttered.