Chapter 1305: That's it?

In front of the Eye of Magic created by the Heavenly Sword God Sect, more swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword God Sect were passing through the barrier and came to Hope 2 planet.

When they arrived, they looked like Invincible, but when they got here, they were shocked by the tragic sight in front of them.

On the ground not far away, the entire land changed its shape. The land that was supposed to be covered with grass and trees has now been turned over like cultivated land!

What's more terrifying is that fragments of the white clothes of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect can be seen everywhere, and the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect who greeted their arrival were covered in blood and embarrassed like a beggar.

"What happened?" A disciple of the Heavenly Sword God Sect who had just arrived, was shocked, and asked the female swordsman who was welcoming him.

The female swordsman who was questioned couldn't help crying all of a sudden. It was called a pear flower with rain: "Brother! We have died a lot of the same family! Those **** thieves... Please, brothers, take revenge for me!"

Hearing this news, the new masters of the Heavenly Sword God Sect were all shocked.

Being able to beat so many swordsmen like this at once is really unheard of in a thousand years. Since they joined the Heavenly Sword God Sect, they have never encountered such a strange thing.

"This... how is this possible..." A swordsman from the Heavenly Sword God Sect quickly walked to the side of a new grave, and looked at the flying sword inserted in front of the new grave with an incredible expression in his eyes.

He glanced at the new grave, but he did not see the end of the grave! Seeing, there are probably a hundred and eighty in this cemetery!

"You mean? We just came here, we have already killed hundreds of fellow students?" The swordsman looked at the juniors who came to meet them, and said coldly.

If the aborigines here dared to resist the rule of the Heavenly Sword God Sect in this way, then he would have to kill all these disobedient guys!

The only female swordsman who didn't cry heard this question, and her tears couldn't stop: "Brother...Where are there hundreds...These are just recovered and buried here...can't find them." For the corpse, there are still seven or eight hundred people..."

"Huh?" Hearing this answer, the newly arrived swordsman's eyes widened. Suspecting that he had heard the wrong answer, he quickly asked again: "How much?"

"Brother! We came here with Master, and thousands of people from the same door have fallen!" The female swordsman sniffed and was about to lean on the senior brother's shoulder, crying.

She was able to avoid a female swordsman who was at least one hundred and ninety kilograms in height. The handsome male swordsman looked at another petite junior sister and reached out to support her. On his shoulder, he comforted him and said, "Don't cry! Brother is here! Brother avenges you!"

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The white-haired old man tidyed up his robes, and looked at the thousands of disciples who had been lined up and cheered up, with a distressed look on his face.

He took his disciples and grandchildren on an expedition to this new heaven and blessed land, but in less than a day, he lost more than a thousand people!

This is almost one-eighth of his combat power! If he loses more, he will even ask the sect for help!

Thinking of this, the old man's face has a trace of anger. What he wants to do now is revenge! Massacre all the original natives in this world, and avenge their dead disciples!

"Liu Qi! You take 500 people and move eastward! You meet the gods to kill the gods, and you meet the demons to slay the demons!" Now that he stabilized his position, the white-haired old man began to prepare to fight back.

His tactics are very simple, that is, to attack from all sides and get rid of the local **** he sees, leaving no one behind!

The apprentice who was named immediately stepped forward and clasped his fists, bowed his head and promised: "The disciple takes the command! Master, stay calm! Wait for the good news from the disciple!"

After that, he ordered 500 swordsmen and left the temporary camp quickly. The tent here has not been fully erected, and the surrounding fences have not been closed.

The reason why such a camp is built in situ is to temporarily relocate those injured colleagues-they don't have the consciousness of avoiding the missile attack coordinates, and naturally they don't want to quickly move to another place to camp.

Just when the white-haired old man was about to find another disciple and headed to another direction to start an attack, he felt that something was rushing on top of his head!

"Come again?" The white-clothed old man frowned, offering his flying sword and looking up at the sky. This time he intends to take action personally, and has a good fight against the incoming weapon.

As a result, the black objects that hit, after swooping to the front, exploded in the sky and turned into a splendid flame.

"That's it?" The old man in white suddenly had such a thought in his mind. When he was ready to fight a battle, the opponent's attack seemed to be no longer so sharp.

It's a matter of course to think about it. If the opponent's attack has always been so terrible, then he doesn't have to continue to hold on to this battle.

As long as there were more deadly attacks like that in the first round, it is estimated that someone else would have to help collect the body of his old bone.

Just thinking of this, he suddenly felt the truth: the first round of attacks destroyed the world, the second round of attacks were just anomalous, and the third round of attacks became so anticlimactic...

I'm afraid this is a rush, and then it fades, and it is exhausted, right? The old man in white thinks that this is the normal way of thinking, and the opponent's three-handed axe is almost exhausted!

Just when the white-clothed old man felt that his opponent was finally weak in his successor, a swordsman in white suddenly felt that his body seemed...beginning to be wrong.

He looked up at the door opposite to him with a little horror, and found that he was holding his chest and looking at him in surprise.

"Something's wrong..." This is what he wanted to say, but his voice heard in the ears of others not far away, but it turned into a gibberish: "Badaji..."

He opened his mouth, and when he wanted to continue speaking, his saliva flowed down unconsciously. His facial muscles began to twitch, and his respiratory system had started to stop working.

The other swordsman in white clothes standing beside him was already vomiting non-stop at this time, while those farther away began to feel that his body was not right at this time...

"Something's wrong!" Finally, several white-clothed swordsmen who were farther away realized the seriousness of the problem, and shouted words that should have been shouted long ago.