Vol 3 Chapter 56: : Seventh Day · Fury

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Nakasu has been neat and orderly formation finally appeared chaotic.

No matter how elite, and then master, in this case it is impossible to be as firm as iron.

Elite with less than two thousand people and more than ten hours of horrific fighting, today there are fewer than three hundred people.

The enemies in all directions are still densely packed.

East Island's elite shouted forwards, screaming with strong sword-like sounds sweeping across the north sea.

Remnants of Mid-Continent were forced into the mountains.

The mountains are only a kilometer from the coast.

The weaker one's side.

The stronger the enemy.

The nearer is defeat.

This is a picture that is enough to make people despair, and never see the slightest dawn.

The army's heart began to shake, and it gradually collapsed. A team of less than three hundred people faced an enemy several times their own.

Real masters are still fighting.

But before the general trend, a country like grass and mustard, invincible like ants, no one can return to heaven.

The battle between Kabuki and Shinichi Miyamoto continues, but it is no longer a one-on-one match. The high priest of Ise Jingu appears in the battle group, and the figure is looming. Every time Tianyue's figure appeared, he would add a deep wound to the robber.

Blood spilled in the air.

The holy light of the head of the eight knights of the temple directly found the east of the ancient town of Kunlun, a half-step invincible master. Zhenwu Shishu collided with the Holy See violently, and the light and thunder bloomed at the same time. The night in a large area shone like Day.

Wang Shengxiao met the Polar King of the Polar Alliance. After the second evolution, the wind and thunder pulses became more perfect in terms of speed and strength. However, he could face the horrible power of Bear King's infinitely close to invincible territory, even though Wang Shengxiao could barely support it. After the fight also began to lose ground.

It's a gap of the times, it's not about talent, it's not about qualifications, it's about time.

The two guards of the royal family's glacial tidal targets found the Frost Frost Sword of Kunlun City very clearly. The two half-step invincibles suppressed the two thunder peaks. The Frost Sword and Frost Sword were chilled by the cold moments. Jian Guangzhen scattered the night, whistling sweeping the night sky, one arm of Bingmo directly spilled with blood.

The sky and the Ban are jealous when they meet with enemies. The North Sea Kings and the Heroes are already their old rivals. On the battlefield where the enemy and us are clear, the two fight with each other and go all out to kill madness.

The battlefield of the two men advanced directly from the front to the back of Zhongzhou. The squad was completely desperate to shoot, pushing the sky away from Wang Shengxiao who was suppressed by the bear king.

Yao Ji and Mo Tong are also moving. Although there are no masters in the half-step invincible state around them, there are more than five masters in the thundering realm.

Bai Youming has temporarily retreated from the battlefield due to serious injuries.

Thor is still struggling to support, beside him are Youmeng and Xu Chu. The power of the City of Sighs and the Dongcheng family has stood together for a long time, but in the vast battlefield, this is a very powerful force in the past. A lone boat in the tsunami may be capsized at any time.

The eastern theater has been almost wiped out.

It was only at the last moment of the war that Ning Qiancheng discovered that hundreds of masters in the eastern theater of the war zone from Mid-Continent to Long Island this time have fewer than ten.

The crowd is surging.

The killing continues.

The eastern theater, the East City clan, the remaining power of the Sigh City began to concentrate.

In front of them is Shushan.

The swordsman of Shushan also suffered heavy casualties. The yin and yang sword master Han Chongyang and Li Baitian stood together. The black and white wide-bladed yin and yang sword has been completely sheathed. Huo Huo Jianguang seems to move the thunder, just and soft, attack and defend, and live. With death, the splendid sword light circulates constantly on Han Chongyang's body, the sword is exquisite, almost perfect.

The endless thunder was falling like a galloping river.

The Dongcheng family, the eastern theater, and the sighing triad forces followed behind Shushan.

The yin and yang sword trembled slightly, and the amazing electric mang flow spread, and immediately protected all the people of the three parties.

Han Chongyang is moving forward.

The crow and the imaginary world behind him receded.

Han Chongyang's expression was calm and calm, and the yin and yang sword raised slightly.

Yin Yang Jianyi gathered from the blade without reservation.

Han Chongyang held the sword in both hands.

The faint blue ray of light burst out instantly as he raised his sword.

Two completely different swords intended to blend perfectly in Thunder, but Han Chongyang's palms had been separated.

The yin and yang swords with wide blades disappeared, and two black and white thin swords appeared in the hands of Han Chongyang.

Yin Yang sword.

Yin and Yang double swords.

For nearly sixteen years, Han Chongyang became the master of the Yin and Yang Sword of Shushan. This was the first time that he successfully separated the Yin and Yang sword.

The sword is immense.

Han Chongyang's breath soared.

After this battle, if he does not die, three of Shushan's four sword masters will be invincible.

In today's battlefield, a thriller master has crossed the limit to become a half-step invincible master. For Zhongzhou, it can definitely be regarded as a strong aid.

But even if it is a strong aid, it will not be able to return to the sky after all.

Zhongzhou's team has less than two hundred people.

More than one hundred people have the strongest combat effectiveness, the greatest influence, and the most valuable.

The general situation is set.

Nakasu.

The country with the most comprehensive national strength in the world is about to suffer one of the worst losses in decades in the dark world.

In the night.

Before dawn.

What the country did in return was the worst pain.

Irreparable.

Countless enemy forces gathered together, chasing, and chasing the ever less elite of Zhongzhou all the way north.

All hopes and dawns dim and illusory in the deep night.

Nakasu, only despair.

More than a hundred of the most powerful combat forces were forced to retreat north.

On the hillside in the north, the saint turned around and changed position.

The sound of the tide on the beach gradually began.

The long whistling sound that stirred the beach finally became clear.

Jianyi carried the wind through the waves, and a figure rushed directly to the battlefield like a streamer.

The deep, cold voice echoed in the sky with the surging waves.

"The Wind Sword!"

"The Wind Sword !!"

The roar of thousands of troops erupted from the ground at the same time, and countless cheers boiled.

The sword light in the air swept across the sea and across the hillside without slowing down, and went straight to the battlefield.

Jian Guang suddenly became extremely bright in the night, and Jian Guang rushed into the crowd with the sudden wind, and in a dazzling thunder light completely condensed, blood flew suddenly.

The infinite thunder disappeared.

The white light began to dissipate.

Jianguang gathered.

A kimono-based grand master of the East Island Kendo Ryu Shengcang appears in the night sky.

By his side, Guzhendong, a half-step invincible master of Kunlun City, was completely rigid.

His body moved hard, without a word, the whole person burst into a cloud of blood.

Blood mist was sprinkled on the Templar Light.

The holy light of blood, bowing slightly to Liu Shengcangquan, calmly said, "Welcome Your Highness to Return."

Liu Shengcangquan narrowed his eyes and looked at Shengguang. It seemed that he wanted to take a shot, but in the end, he swept his wide sleeves and calmly said, "Kill them all."

"Do not!"

A sharp cry suddenly sounded on the ground.

Responding to the scream was the almost impatient roar of King Bear. In front of him, Bei Sheng Wang's heir Wang Shengxiaofei withdrew, while Mo Tong's figure flew into the air.

Yao Ji's screams were screaming and helpless, her body leaped into the air, but the huge bear king stepped in front of Mo Tong first.

The **** pupil of the corner of his mouth raised his head.

Those eyes without white eyes were as dark as ink. She swept across the battlefield, saw blood, and saw chaos, but after all, she did not see the man who deserved to give everything and betray everything without complaint.

Wang Xiaoyao was not on the battlefield, not with him, and never with him.

The corner of Mo Tong's mouth moved, after all, she didn't have time to pronounce that name, and the huge fist of Bear King had already hit her directly.

"puff!"

Blood spewed out of her mouth, and the master of the North Sea King's thriller peak was smashed by a punch.

Her body dangled from the air, her pupils without white eyes stared straight into the night sky.

After a heavy rain, it was a clear night.

The stars are shining.

Shiner than her pupils.

Seeing all of this with his own eyes, Liu Shengcangquan cruelly cast aside his lips, and whispered to himself: "It's time for my six forces to conquer Zhongzhou together.

He took a step forward in the air, subconsciously trying to rush to the seriously injured Wang Shengxiao.

A strong, full-bodied breath suddenly erupted in the night.

Liu Shengcangquan suddenly turned his head and looked towards the far north of the battlefield.

He frowned.

There ... it seems to be the direction of Chiang's in South America.

Two white figures were marching in the Chiang's camp in South America.

One of them was young, making Liu Shengcangquan feel weird. He had reached the deepest point of the South American Jiang camp, but he was already at the end of the crossbow.

The white shadow that had already entered the Jiang camp in South America was so strong that even Liu Shengcangquan was shocked.

Bai Ying passed by.

In Jiang's camp in South America, whether it was a fire or thunder, everyone fell almost without resistance.

The breath emanating from Bai Ying's body became stronger and stronger.

Liu Shengcangquan stared at each other's strange, cold, handsome face.

He found that he didn't even know such a master, and that kind of breath on him was unprecedented.

Completely unfamiliar martial arts.

Completely strange master.

Liu Shengcangquan was uneasy inside.

His figure flickered, and the next moment, he was directly in front of Bai Ying.

"roll!"

Bai Ying didn't seem to look at Liu Shengcangquan, and punched it with a majestic force.

Liu Shengcangquan greeted with an expressionless punch.

The violent forces bombarded together. Thunder and the twisted air suddenly burst a large area of ​​the surrounding space. All the nearby South American masters of Jiang's were completely swallowed up by the huge power in an instant.

Liu Shengcangquan's face became more solemn.

Bai Ying's body took a few steps back.

"who are you?"

Liu Shengcangquan asked solemnly.

At the moment of the fight, the other side's weird way of exerting force, he was sure he had never encountered it.

"who am I?"

Bai Ying's pupils shrunk, looking at Liu Shengcangquan in front of him, sneer: "Dawn of the Lord Luo, break dawn!"

Liu Shengcangquan's eyebrows became increasingly wrinkled.

Before that, he had never heard of any force named Senluo Dian. He just wanted to speak. A cold and arrogant female voice suddenly sounded, covering the entire South American crowd of Jiang.

"Li Tianlan!"

The voice came suddenly, with cruelty and pleasure.

There seemed to be a chain sound in the night sky.

Daybreak and Liu Shengcangquan suddenly looked up.

In the crowd, Li Tianlan, who had almost lost his senses, also raised his head.

Two figures suddenly appeared in the night sky.

There seemed to be a fragrant fragrance in his air that made him linger.

A beautiful woman Li Tianlan had never seen appeared in the air, looking at him with a cold and cruel look.

She held a chain in her hand, and the other end of the chain was firmly wrapped around the neck of another figure.

It was a figure enough to eclipse the starry sky and silence the battlefield.

In white, perfect dreamlike.

Qin Weibai!

That's Qin Weibai!

The dark chain entangled Qin Weibai's neck.

Behind her, Yue Hua, clutching the chains, converged.

Qin Weibai, who had lost his floating power, suddenly fell from Yuehua's side.

The dark chain immediately stretched when Qin Weibai fell.

Chains strangled Qin Weibai's neck, her body shaking in the air, desolate and lonely.

Yuehua grinned cruelly, and people were hanging in the air, pulling Qin Weibai's neck with a chain and pulling.

Qin Weibai's body was shaking in the air, and large blood spots had appeared on his neck.

"Look at this woman."

Yuehua sneered and looked at Li Tianlan: "In my hand, your woman is like a dog, and I can hang him at any time! Come, save her, haha, save this beautiful **** in my hand Ah. As long as you have that strength. "

Li Tianlan's hazy eyes instantly became blood red.

There was a sudden scream of madness like a dying beast across the battlefield.

It was like a rage that wiped out all emotion and reason!

"what!!!!"

He raised the Emperor in his hand and rushed to Yuehua without hesitation.