Chapter 1323 Battle Dungeon
Dressed in a pitch-black baleful coat, the madman Cao Yuan dragged his knife with one hand, and his scarlet eyes revealed surging murderous intent, like a lunatic who was not afraid of death, grinning grinningly and heading straight from the weakest position of the War Department!
Cao Yuan, who was originally in the "Klein" realm, after releasing the evil spirit of the Black King, the aura he emitted had reached the peak of "Klein". A road of blood.
"Everything is disarmed."
Baili Fatty followed behind Cao Yuan unhurriedly, grasped his right hand in the air, and black and white qi emerged under his feet, circling into a huge Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, and invisible power spread out.
The next moment, the long swords and shields in the hands of these Nordic War Departments trembled at the same time, and flew into the sky uncontrollably, guarding around the fat figure, like a huge and hard shield wall, dividing the surrounding battlefield.
Immediately afterwards, Baili Pangpang squeezed out a complex formula on his chest with both hands, and whispered softly:
"Xunfeng, Lihuo, Eight Desolation Liaoyuan."
As soon as the words fell, the gossip and hexagrams lighted up one after another around the black and white Taiji diagram under his feet, and two of the hexagrams disappeared into nothingness. After a while, a hurricane blasted with raging fire centered on him!
Countless Western-style long swords obtained by disarming were wrapped in this terrifying flame storm. With the touch of Baili's fat fingertips, they shattered into a rain of fire, overwhelming the Nordic War Headquarters ahead!
At the same time, An Qingyu, who was carrying a black coffin, had circled behind the Nordic War Headquarters at some point, walking among the crowd like a ghost.
In those gray eyes, two strange purple awns appeared faintly. All the members of the Nordic War Department who looked at him stayed motionless as if their souls had been taken away.
An Qingyu's blood-stained white robe stepped out from dozens of figures who were stupefied like sculptures, lowered his head slightly, and pushed down his glasses.
Under the light, the lens reflected two pale cold lights. The next moment, those members of the war department who had lost their souls suddenly seemed to be crazy, folded their hands in front of their bodies, and slammed their foreheads hard!
Bang bang bang—!
A series of dull explosions came out one after another, those strange figures smashed their heads with their own hands, and fell limply on the ground, scarlet blood smudged away...
The ghost Jiang'er in a white dress floated out of the black coffin, passed through the blockade of the Nordic War Headquarters like nothing, and disappeared without a trace through the heavy dungeon gate.
A few seconds later, there was a low creaking sound, and the heavy dungeon door was slowly opened from the inside, revealing a dark passage leading to the depths of the dungeon.
Behind the dungeon door, a Nordic war department who was leaned over by Jiang Er swung the key chain in his hand vigorously, and threw it precisely into An Qingyu's hands.
The cells in the dungeon basically have divine power seals, and it is impossible for them to break them with brute force, but with these keys, most of the cell doors in the dungeon can be opened.
"Nice job, Jiang'er." An Qingyu smiled slightly.
[Night Curtain] The intervention of the team made the balance of victory continue to tilt towards the side of the evil society. The Nordic troops stationed at the entrance gradually collapsed and were forced to retreat towards the entrance.
At this moment, a figure suddenly walked out of nothingness, standing in the air above everyone in the Nordic War Department!
The magical brilliance on his body gradually faded. A figure with a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right looked down at the many Nordic troops below him. His eyes were fixed, and two torch-like golden lights suddenly burst out!
【Wrath of the Tyrant】!
Unprecedented fear suddenly emerged in the hearts of all the members of the Nordic War Department below. They only felt that their shoulders sank, as if an invisible big hand was pressing their bodies, and knelt to the ground little by little...
They struggled to raise their heads, trying to see the figure above their heads clearly, but the violent king's coercion firmly controlled their bodies, and there was only one indifferent and majestic gaze, as if looking down on their souls through the skull.
When the Nordic War Headquarters was stiff and trapped, a sliver of night climbed up to the edge of the [Cut White] blade, and the figure in mid-air fell in the middle of the crowd like a light swan goose...
slipped.
Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment, he lost his center of gravity, and was about to fall to the ground suddenly, but fortunately, he slapped the ground again with the other palm with his backhand, his body rose into the air, and the [Zhanbai] with his left hand was drawn out!
In the next moment, a blade light that ignores the distance swept across like a full moon, and dozens of heads were thrown up at the same time!
"Qiye!?" Seeing that figure, Baili Pangpang and the others' eyes lit up at the same time!
Lin Qiye wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
This damn [Star Coin] sequelae... almost made a big fool of myself.
Lin Qiye's entry became the last straw that crushed the Nordic War Department. The entrance to the abyss dungeon was completely lost. The people from the Shangxie Society frantically rushed to the bottom of the dungeon!
Lin Qiye's eyes swept over everyone one by one, and finally stopped on An Qingyu, and said in surprise:
"Qingyu, your realm..."
"I dissected a lot of 'mysteries', so I made progress faster." An Qingyu smiled shyly.
"You are not just faster, your realm has surpassed mine." Lin Qiye looked at An Qingyu, as if looking at a monster.
An Qingyu scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Qiye, what's going on over the Rainbow Bridge?"
Cao Yuan asked curiously.
"The three main gods came from Da Xia, almost all of the ceiling came... By the way, the senior sword master is also here."
"Senior Juggernaut?" Hearing this name, everyone in the [Night Curtain] team's eyes lit up.
"Yeah, I haven't seen him for almost three years, he's even stronger than before." Lin Qiye smiled, "You'll know when the time comes... Now let's save people first.
I know where Memorial is being held, but the big guy below is a bit tricky..."
...
Deep in the dungeon.
Following the bloody battle of the Shang Evil Society all the way, the Nordic War Headquarters stationed inside the dungeon retreated one after another.
In this process, the number of members of the Shang Evil Guild has also been terribly reduced. There were originally nearly twenty top fighters, but now there are only eleven or twelve left, and all of them are injured.
Even so, they still didn't pause at all, like a sharp sword, they rushed towards the bottom dungeon where the memorial was held in one go.
Just when they were about to reach the bottom of the dungeon, a deafening howl of wolves came from the stone platform not far away!
A giant black shadow as large as a hill slowly stood up from the darkness...
The guardian of the abyss, the demon wolf Fenrir.
