Chapter 4457: Destroying the Sub-Saint
The Saint-Slaying Formation was fully activated, and nearly a hundred powerful alien warriors sacrificed their lives to form this peerless killing move.
No matter how Liu Wuxie struggled, he could not escape the control of this mysterious force. The huge dragon body slammed to the ground like a meteor.
Whether they were cultivators from Taihe City, Yuexing City, or Hanyu City, as well as disciples from various major sects who came to participate in the reform training, everyone had a different expression on their face.
There are still many remnants of the five major forces. They have not died. Some of them did not participate in the war at all because of their low cultivation level. Others are the fish that slipped through the net and have been wandering in foreign battlefields during this period.
"What a powerful killing move! I wonder if Liu Wuxie can withstand it."
The monks of Taihe City are ready to live and die with Liu Wuxie.
If they cannot withstand the Saint-Slaying Formation, the entire foreign battlefield will completely become the territory of the alien race. These human cultivators have no choice but to leave.
Zhou Wen, Mu Wanzhou, Mu Ningfeng, Di Changsheng, Zhao Shuan, and a large number of Taihe Sect disciples clenched their fists, their faces full of nervousness.
A battle of this level is no longer something they can participate in.
Under the powerful pressure, crackling sounds came from Liu Wuxie's body, and he quickly turned into his original form, falling even faster.
Blood fell from the sky like raindrops, and the scene was extremely bloody.
Xue Li watched quietly, sacrificing a hundred aliens to kill Liu Wuxie was worth it.
Liu Wuxie gritted his teeth and stared at the Saint-Slaying Formation.
He is waiting!
Wait for a suitable opportunity to completely defeat the Saint-Slaying Formation and not give them a chance to regroup.
No matter how many Void Saints there are, they are no match for him. What threatens him now is not the Void Saint or the Sub-Saint, but the Saint-Slaying Formation.
His body was getting closer and closer to the ground, and his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred. If this continued, he would pass out before reaching the ground.
He cast his ghost eyes, and his vision around him became slower and slower, allowing him to see the entire array of gods.
"It's now!"
Biting the tip of his tongue, Liu Wuxie's aura surged. He endured the injuries on his body and summoned the wings of Kunpeng. Like a gliding Kunpeng, he flew towards the core area of the Zhusheng Formation.
"What is he going to do!"
Liu Wuxie's sudden action shocked everyone.
Whether they were humans or aliens, everyone opened their eyes wide, not understanding why Liu Wuxie would take the initiative to attack the Saint-Slaying Formation.
The middle area is a large open space, where you can catch your breath if you land here.
He fell into the depths of the Saint-Slaying Formation and was instantly trampled into a pulp by countless alien races.
Besides, there are seven sub-saints in the core area, and their methods are monstrous. Liu Wuxie is seriously injured. Wouldn't it be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth and seeking death by doing this?
"It's over, completely over. Once the aliens kill Liu Wuxie, they will definitely slaughter our entire Taihe Sect."
A large number of Taihe Sect disciples sat down on the ground.
They cannot leave the foreign battlefield until the reform training is over. If the aliens want to kill them, one day is enough.
"Everyone, stand up! Who said Liu Wuxie would definitely lose?"
Zhou Wenli shouted, asking the disciples who were sitting on the ground to stand up.
Although he could not return to the Heavenly Realm, he would always be the elder of Taihe Sect. Looking at these disciples hanging their heads in dejection, he could not help but scold them.
The remaining disciples of the five major forces waved their arms excitedly when they saw this scene.
They were very happy to see Liu Wuxie being killed by aliens with their own eyes.
In order to avoid being discovered by Zhou Wen, the remaining disciples did not dare to act too obviously, so as not to be targeted by the Taihe Sect.
Liu Wuxie fell faster and faster, making bursts of whistling sounds.
Xue Li, who was sitting upright on the Warcraft, suddenly frowned. She had a bad feeling.
I can’t explain it, I just feel inexplicably uneasy.
When they reach this level, their perception of the world is far beyond that of ordinary people. No matter how small the movement is, it cannot be hidden from their perception. Liu Wuxie is not a reckless person. He must have a purpose for doing this.
Others don’t know, but Xue Li is the leader of the Zhusheng Formation, and he knows very well the location that Liu Wuxie is locking onto, which is the core area of the Zhusheng Formation.
As long as this place is destroyed, it will be difficult to set up the Saint Killing Formation in a short time, and a huge gap will be formed.
Liu Wuxie is only at the Lord God Realm. With his cultivation level, even if he knows the core area of the formation, he cannot break the Saint-Slaying Formation. Xue Li is not very worried.
He raised the flag in his hand and suddenly changed his trajectory. The seven sub-saints guarding the Saint-Slaying Formation quickly gathered together and killed Liu Wuxie before he fell.
There is no need to rely on the Great Array of the Slayer Saint. With the strength of the seven of them, killing Liu Wuxie is easy.
The battle between sub-saints is earth-shattering!
The seven sub-saints rushed towards Liu Wuxie together, and the ripples formed split the sky and the earth into several pieces.
The foreign battlefield was influenced by the Zhenyu Gate, and the rules of heaven and earth gradually moved closer to the ancient divine realm. After all, it was not the real ancient divine realm, and its internal laws were still very different.
Facing the joint attack of the seven sub-saints, Liu Wuxie looked solemn.
“Fei Nu, it all depends on you!”
The reason why Liu Wuxie forced his way out was because his mind power could only control Fei Nu within ten feet.
Beyond this distance, the flying slave cannot be controlled.
He did this completely out of desperation.
At this point in the battle, no matter whether it is the alien race or the human race, there is no way to retreat. It is either you die or I die.
Just when the seven sub-saints were about to approach Liu Wuxie, the sky and the earth suddenly shook.
A terrifying flying slave flew out of thin air. It was extremely huge, twice as tall as the aliens, like a giant god.
Without any fancy moves, Liu Wuxie communicated with the bridge of mind, allowing Fei Nu to use his own advantages to forcibly crash into the seven sub-saint alien warriors.
"Look, what is that?"
The human beings who were watching were all stunned when they saw Fei Nu.
Flying slave!
It was an extremely rare race. Apart from a few foreigners present, even Han Yuqiong and Zhou Wen did not know the origin of Fei Nu.
The reason why Liu Wuxie knew Fei Nu was because the memory in his fourth soul told him.
Xueli's eyes suddenly narrowed, and Feinu's appearance made her stand up suddenly.
Fei Nu is a war puppet, even more terrifying than the Dark Clan.
The Dark Clan is just warlike, while the Flying Slaves fight for the sake of war. There is a big difference between the two.
This was not a living Fei Nu, and there was no powerful aura emanating from his body, which made Xue Li temporarily relieved.
If Fei Nu were alive, all the aliens present today would not be able to leave here alive.
"What a terrifying race! Why have I never seen it before?"
The monks from various major sects standing on the city wall looked at each other in confusion. They searched their memories but could not find any information about Fei Nu.
Only those old antiques who have lived for more than 300,000 years have experienced the battle that year and witnessed the horror of the flying slaves.
The seven alien sub-saints who rushed towards Liu Wuxie had no idea of Fei Nu's terror, and they charged towards him head-on.
"Get out of the way!"
Xue Li shouted loudly, telling the seven of them to get out of the way quickly.
Although this is the skeleton of a flying slave, its physical defense is definitely not something the seven of them can contend with.
Xue Li finally understood Liu Wuxie's intention. He used Fei Nu's physical defense and threw it out as a weapon. No one, whether it was a sub-saint or a virtual saint, could withstand Fei Nu's attack.
As long as a gap is torn, the Great Array of Killing the Saint will come to a brief stagnation, and Liu Wuxie will be able to calmly kill the alien army.
When the seven sub-saint warriors of the alien race heard Xueli's voice, they immediately moved aside.
They believed Xueli's words without a doubt. Since Xueli said to avoid it, this monster must be unusual.
"Don't you think it's too late to avoid it now?"
A sneer appeared on Liu Wuxie's lips.
Xue Li had calculated everything, but she had never expected that he had completely mastered Fei Nu. She thought she was just throwing Fei Nu as a weapon, but she didn't know that Fei Nu's limbs could move freely.
After Fei Nu approached them, he suddenly opened his arms, forming a tiger cannon fist posture, and forcefully attacked the two alien sub-saints.
It was incredibly fast. By the time they reacted, Fei Nu was already close to them.
Fei Nu was extremely fast. With the help of the power of mind, he was like a flash of lightning, disappearing in an instant.
"Impossible, how can he control Fei Nu!"
Xueli's eyelids were twitching wildly, and she felt increasingly uneasy.
During this period, she had deduced countless times, and her chances of winning this battle were as high as 70%.
The appearance of Fei Nu made the battle confusing, and Xue Li was not sure whether he could kill Liu Wuxie today.
One thousandth of a moment!
Fei Nu attacked with both fists, forcing the two sub-saints of the alien race to fight back.
If they don't take action, they will have to bear Fei Nu's attack head-on. If they take action, they still have a chance.
Without any hesitation, the two powerful sub-saints of the alien race simultaneously used their weapons to stop Fei Nu.
Morihan and other sub-saints quickly attacked from the side and tied down Fei Nu.
Liu Wuxie's goal is not only to kill several sub-saints, but also to destroy the entire Saint-Slaying Formation.
So he won't fight for a long time.
"Boom!"
In an instant!
The violent roar resounded throughout the heaven and earth.
The attacks of the two powerful sub-saints of alien races landed heavily on Fei Nu's body.
The situation did not happen as everyone expected. Everyone thought that Fei Nu would definitely not be able to withstand the impact of the two sub-saints and would definitely be blown away.
The actual situation was even more bizarre than they had imagined. The two alien sub-saints who attacked Fei Nu were as if they had hit an ancient ferocious beast.
All their attacks were blocked by the bone spurs all over Fei Nu's body. The powerful recoil force knocked the weapons in their hands away, and their bodies were constantly retreating.
Fei Nu took the opportunity to land his fists on their bodies.
"Boom!"
Two crisp explosions resounded through heaven and earth.
A dignified sub-saint was blown to pieces by Fei Nu's punch and turned into countless blood.
The scene fell into dead silence for a while, whether it was the alien army standing on the ground, the human monks on the city wall, or Han Yuqiong and others who were fighting.
They all stood there in a daze, watching all this quietly, each person's face filled with disbelief and deep fear.
In their understanding, even if a powerful sub-saint from another race is defeated, he will be able to escape unscathed and will not be killed by Fei Nu.
The scene before them completely overturned their cognition. Not only were the two alien warriors unable to resist, but they were even more horrifyingly blown to pieces by a single punch, without even having time to scream.
