Thunder Martial

Looking at the seventh level of death, beside Bensenlou, the three sons of the gods, apart from shock and fear, were heartache.

They were able to bring a Grade 7 this time, but it took a lot of effort to solve the battle with ease, but whoever wanted to, was killed.

And he was killed in the sixth degree.

Who can believe this?

Even though the three of them are pale and draining significantly at this moment, the seventh level is dead and unable to be reincarnated, so how do we fight the next battle?

In the distance, Sydney and others were shocked to not say a word, and even shocked to no longer speculate on the identity of the knifeman.

Because this scene is so shocking.

After shock, the rest is sadness.

Obviously, that shield was given out by Weiwei, but it was so horrible that it killed a Grade 7 by force.

Believe that at this moment, even if the strength is strong enough, the heart must be broken.

The mood of Corinne and Xavier, much less their hearts, dripping blood, as if something were theirs.

“What exactly is that knife, sword, shield, that won't make a ranked soldier?” Xavier shouted, apparently because they were so powerful, not because of their own strength, but because of the weapon.

At this moment, weird, unusually shocked, but still strong, his eyes above, accurately looking at the purple with the knife, his eyes constantly changing.

“Okay, good! ”

The quiet room suddenly sounded Ben Sen Lu's voice, so many people died, even level 7 died, those next to him were shocked and heartbroken, but he was still calm.

Calm down because none of the seven dead are his people.

He brought the eighth level, still behind him.

He took a few steps forward and looked at the weapon in the hands of the three men ahead and said with satisfaction: "I have what you have! ”

“On your own?” Purple coldly said, pale face gradually recovering as usual.

Just a blow, it doesn't consume much of its own strength, most importantly soul consumption.

“Fuck him! ”

Bensonru sidestepped and walked out behind him.

As he walked out, the divine force on him began to release, wrapped around his body one after the other.

There are eight thoroughfares.

8th God Envoy.

Powerful breath, released immediately, the heavens and the earth at this moment, as if to be darkened by this breath.

“Level 8! ”

Behind this scene, everyone's face, including purple, changed dramatically.

How did you not expect that the other party could find level 8?

“How about that?” Bensenlou retreated to the rear, staring at the Purple Three.

Purple's face is undoubtedly ugly. I thought the war had ended with the extermination of the three seventh levels. Who ever thought that I had met the eighth level?

“Senior, is there a way?” The purple tone asks, obviously in the spirit of the helper.

“If you are level seven, or if you understand five knives, plus my cooperation, it is still possible. As for now, I advise you to run.” The voice of the organic spirit sounded in the purple sea of awareness.

At this moment, Zi Xin can't cooperate with the knife spirit, let alone the other two.

Wang Xian understood a sword intent, and the monk did not understand a single shield intent.

There is no chance of victory in the face of Level 8 at this moment.

“Whoosh!”

Infinity flashed beside the purple body, and the shadow and yang appeared separately.

Craftsman ancestors then went up and stood on the other side.

Yiqian wanted to catch up, but was blocked by the divine body beside him. The divine body looked at Yiqian and shook her head, then he grabbed the stone knife and walked up.

At the time of the ascent, the disguised light on the stone knife was scattered and the stone knife appeared.

In this way, his identity is completely exposed, which is the skeleton.

Looking at level six standing in a row, Bensonru's face flashed with a mockery, "Idiot, you think you can defeat level eight with more people? If the numbers are useful, then what is the boundary? ”

Then he came back and saw the three people around him look terribly ugly, and he said, "Didn't you just lose three levels of seven? If we kill them, then our gains are enough to make up for this loss! ”

The three people heard Ben Senlu say, deliberately looked at the weapon in the hands of the Purple Three, then looked at the Grade 9 General City, and their faces eased slightly.

The eighth level came forward, and his speed was deliberately slow, and his mouth was smiling with drama, obviously deliberately putting pressure on everyone.

“Idiot! ”

Zi Zheng indifferently said that there was only one light beside him and had already taken the lead.

It's a body.

Divine identity with the bones of the gods.

He grabbed the stone knife, his body sparkled, and killed forward.

Level 8 flashed, rushed to split, punched out.

“Pfft!”

Split with a knife, a blood mark appeared on the arm of the Eighth God.

So what if the sharp stone knife still breaks the defense?

“Boom!”

And the eighth level fist, also fell on the chest of the body, a powerful shock of the body flied out.

He smiled proudly and thought that even if he could not kill level 6, he would at least seriously injure each other.

This is the advantage of the world.

But the next moment, his divine colour changed slightly, only to see his body rush towards him again undamaged.

“How is this possible?” Grade eight is somewhat confusing.

“Kill!”

With a low voice, Purple's true body rushed forward, and Wang Xian followed him closely.

Infinity stands in place, with two major split prints, exhibiting extreme yin and polar sun.

Yin-Yang energy, met in the middle of the sky, then fused, under his control, towards the front.

When the split flew, Yin-Yang energy reached level 8 and blew up, forming a horrible fluctuation.

This attack directly kills Lv6 without hurting the Lv8 Messenger.

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Craftsman followed before, gripping the giant hammer of energy, smashing it on the level 8 angel.

Huge hammer crumbled, powerful vibration, craftsman ancestors flying directly backwards.

“Psst!”

Wang Xianye's hand, the long sword straight forward stabbing, straight to the eighth level chest stabbing.

The light flashed on the other person, but disappeared in an instant.

“Careful! ”

Purple shouted a low voice and saw that a figure had appeared on the side of Wang Xian. It was level 8 using the divine gait.

He punched mightily at Wang Xian, but encountered a shield that emitted light.

The monk's speed was not slow, he immediately flashed up, and Wang Xianer borrowed his momentum to retreat.

“Puff!”

Powerful shock, powerful power fell on the light shield, some of which was bounced back, and some of which could not be dissolved, directly shook the monk flying.

“Whoops!”

Zixuan's long-prepared knife finally showed, three knives deliberately wrapped around the knife body.

In the hands of the Eighth God, a light sword appeared in front of this knife.

“Whoops!”

One knife was cut, the light sword disappeared, and the blade arc spread forward, overcoming the body of the Eighth God.

It's just a shadow, the other body, has retreated far away.

The divine walk of the Divine Nation, known as the First Speed of the Divine Realm, can only be resisted by the passing of lightning from the Star of Life.

At this moment, the other party is two levels higher than them, and no one in the field can catch up with each other at a speed that Purple doesn't want to reveal his identity.

Once again, the split shows divine walking toward the eighth level of killing.

But the gap between the two levels prevented him from gaining a clear advantage.

“Puff!”

One blow, split upside down, cough up blood as it flies.

“Pfft!”

The Eighth God, turning into a light disappearing, came in front of the master craftsman, punched the master craftsman, and the master coughed blood injured.

Then he reached the infinity, only to see the infinity, the light flashed, his body disappeared in an instant, the punch of the Eighth God was empty.

After a punch fell, he rushed towards the infinite body again.

The monks burst into extreme speed and reached infinity, blocking it with a shield.

“Boom!”

Powerful energy continued to gush, and the Eighth God shook back, while the monks and infinite monks flew backwards as well.

Without dominance, there is no powerful technique, and just one eight-level puts them at risk.

Purple quickly caught up, another knife cut out, only to see the Eighth God, again by the light sword blocked the moment, then by the speed of evasion.

“It's useless! ”

Behind him, Benson Rudd watched this scene proudly, level eight mighty, already in his prediction.

Weiwei still stands in the distance, at this moment he is not sure whether the knife holder is the person he thinks he is.

If not, then naturally nothing. I can only say that Yiqian was lucky and found another powerful assistant.

But if it is, it means something different, believing that the whole divine world will vibrate for it.

Because he broke the rules.

In this world, all rules are custom-made by the Divine Clan, and all must follow the will of the Divine Clan, and no one can disobey it.

Anyone who breaks the rules dies.

Above the battlefield at this moment, Infinite has been wounded and retreated.

Once purple, the lightning went out, making many people feel difficult, because with speed, he could almost be in an undefeated position.

At the moment, however, level 8 occupies an absolute speed, which leaves the other party in an unbeatable position.

Nowadays, either suppress each other at the same speed or find a way to trap each other.

Expanding the world is a good way to get stuck if you want to.

But isn't it time to show the world what he really is?

There are too many factors beyond his control, and he does not want to reveal his identity at this time.

In that case, there is only one way.

He looked back at the splinter and nodded at him.

Then he preached: “After you trap him, you show a powerful blow, we must kill him! ”

Backward body, hands start printing, which is relatively complicated.

This is magic, awakened in his mind.

“Trapped God Hand! ”

There was a low drunkenness coming out of his body, only to see the light on him, disappearing in an instant, and the knowledge of the soul in the sea also became obtuse.

Just above the dome that day, the energy surged, and a great hand emerged that emitted divine light.

Hands descended from the sky and went straight to the eighth angel.

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But it didn't work. The big hand fell and trapped the Eighth Divine Envoy.

“Do it! ”

Zi Chen et al., rush forward.

In the distance, the face of the Son of the Gods is full of horrors.

Sleeping God Hand!

Belongs to the Gods of the Ninth Gods.