Thunder Martial

The weapon of the Divine Nation is called the Divine Soldier. It sounds extremely renowned and should be remarkable. In fact, it only dominates the race.

A divine sword came forward and went straight to the purple chest to stab it, stirring up countless horror ripples along the way.

Purple stretched out his palm, and the palm of the palm was lit. That was the light of thunder, holding the sword firmly.

The sword began to tremble and a powerful aura emerged, but it could not be broken at all. The next moment, this weapon belonging to the Nine-Star Holy Spirit of the Divine Family broke open.

Centered in purple, within 100 square meters, there was a strong storm, weapons in the storm, either out of control, scattered around, or directly broken.

Those nearby divine tribes, stabbed into their bodies by scattered weapons, suffered heavy losses.

Purple stepped out and came into the camp. From the beginning to the end, he did so only once.

In the sky, the four Saints looked at the scene with silence, and it had to be said that Purple Pearl's people were not bad. Immediately after Zhonghao informed Purple Pearl of his intention, three people said they could follow him.

“Such a force is really powerful.” Liu Shanyao exclaimed: “In any age, the strong are the strong, the purple is not the loss is the purple! ”

Heavy Hao did not speak, the other two nodded, purple power, is already called horror.

He alone, indeed, can fight a great army.

At this moment, Purple has been killed into the camp, the Great Battle has been triggered, and the atmosphere of tremendous swings above, during which there are some powerful rank god soldiers.

Heavy Hao looked down and said: “It seems that the gods are already ready, and fortunately we have many people here. ”

If there is only one person who can break the great battle, it will take a short time, during which the purple rays may be dangerous.

There are four of us in sight, all working together to destroy everything in a flash.

Together, the four ancient Saints, this is an extremely difficult picture to see.

The big array just appeared above his head, a blast, and he didn't lift his head during the purple clash, just killing forward.

“It is the Holy Lord, the Holy Lord of the Spirit Nation! ”

There was a god shouted out loudly.

Zi Zheng unfolded the painting roll again, a light appeared, and the nearby people were taken in.

In that scroll, the ghost also opens a killing spree.

There are only a few basic functions left in the current picture roll, and there is no means of compression.

Purple came here for the purpose of killing and breaking all the formations here.

As he progressed, one big array after another appeared. These big arrays were carefully designed by the Divine Clan to prevent accidents from happening, but just as they appeared, they were destroyed by the four great holy princes of the sky.

Zizheng moved on, passing by the death of one god after another.

His aim was to destroy the passage, so long as it was destroyed, the people of the Divine Nation could never return.

The gods obviously also guessed the idea of purple, all of them like crazy, killing the past towards purple.

Once the passage is destroyed, then the Divine Nation will be like the Demon Nation, with only one death remaining in the future.

Compared to the last time, the purple clan did not refine the ancient jade of the demon, and the efficacy of the demon painting roll was greatly discounted, so the gods were confident to kill him.

Big deal, it's death.

Continuous death!

Wum!

A light appeared in front of the purple body, like a line that separated the heavens and the earth, passing straight ahead, the divine clan either flies backwards or dies.

Purple is like no one, but there are still many gods in view.

dense and numberless.

Had Purple not stayed in the Divine community at this moment, the attacks of the Divine Clan would have been constrained and countless attacks would have fallen from the sky, killing Purple Clan in a flash.

The passage is still far from the purple tree. It is difficult to kill the past.

Liu Shanyao in the sky looked at the battle below and said: “Heard the last time the purple damage was not small, both sets of extraordinary weapons were blown up, now we can still do it. Even if he kills in the past, he will not be able to kill back, and there will inevitably be an ambush at the entrance, maybe just waiting for him to pass. ”

Purple has the strength to kill here, but not to destroy the passage unless he really has the ancient jade of refining.

No one else has a problem, this time they followed us, they were going to do it.

At one time, four rays of light broke into the sky and came above the passage.

They did not show up, and each punched their own energy and headed straight for the passage.

During this time, a guarded light appeared and the passage was as stable as possible.

However, these guardian lights quickly disappeared under the offensive of the four holy priests.

Four attacks, headed straight for the passage, with the power of holy dignity, watched as it fell into the passage.

At this point, an angry roar came from the passage, and only a large, divinely lit hand appeared, blocking the four attacks.

The next moment, all four attacks were destroyed, and the passage was no longer stable.

Four attacks were instantly destroyed, and this palm was obviously remarkable.

Liu Shanyao said: "Look, thanks to our hand, otherwise the palm will crush the purple body. ”

That attack was prepared by the Divine Clan for purple purple, but when four holy princes were encountered, nature was useless.

The four men still did not show up, seemed to feel a little embarrassed, but their hands were soft. When the second attack fell, the passage could no longer be held up, and a blast exploded.

There was nothingness and turbulence.

Together, the four great holy priests did not give the divine family a chance at all, and the passage disappeared and cut off their way home.

This is the strict sense of spiritual sacred dignity, the first time to destroy, directly cut off the back path of the Divine Nation.

The gods listened to the movement and turned to the scene behind them, despairing in their eyes.

The tragic fate of the Demon Clan fell on them.

In order to guard the passage this time, they are fully prepared, not to mention a purple, even if they come to ten purple, they will not destroy it.

But there's only one purple, and there are four ancient holy priests, how can they keep it?

And from beginning to end, none of these four holy princes showed up.

The way home was broken, the emotions of the Divine Nation were changing, there was despair, there was anger, there was madness.

They were determined to kill Ziqin, but they couldn't go back anyway.

At this point, they noticed that Zijuan had begun to retreat, apparently to leave.

“Don't let him get away! ”

A roar roared.

This was the reaction of many god tribes, all toward the purple slaughter.

At this point, only the purple figure emerged and headed straight into the emptiness.

There's a curse coming down there.

“Gentlemen, don't worry, I'll wait for you on the battlefield and practice with you. ”

Zizheng went away, only the voice echoed around.

Those gods who did not catch up, looked worse than one, and there was an anger in the sky, but there was no place to vent.

Battlefield?

Next time you go to battlefield, you have no immediate anger, waiting for people to fear only low morale, and constant death.