Chapter 1951 Anyone who stands in my way of holding my grandchild will be killed!
"How is it?"
Qian Ye then looked at Yang Yi, raised his eyebrows, "Can you still hold on?"
"You can?"
"Of course! I can kill another hundred, no problem!"
"If you can, I can do it."
Yang Yi's answer was still concise.
Compared to them.
Yan Changge and the other four faced the greatest pressure.
The first step of the God Lord.
There are the most.
Yan Changge's ghost robe was full of blood, some of his own, but more of it was God's blood. He was exhausted by now.
The same is true for Xing Ba.
The big black tower turned into a big blood tower, the hand holding the axe was a little trembling, the axe blade was full of gaps and cracks, and a trace of red light was diffused. The repair speed was much slower than before, which showed that the previous battle was fierce.
Compared to the two of them.
Shang Qingshu's condition was much better.
Although he had just broken through.
But she had accumulated enough strength and was very powerful. In addition, because Yan Changge secretly took care of her, she was not seriously injured. However, the fatigue between her eyebrows was hard to conceal.
Not far away.
Gu Tian held a half-broken magic knife in his hand, and said nothing. His eyes had completely turned gray. Although his breath was scattered, the magic power that was released was more violent.
Among the four people.
He was the one who killed the most crazily and was also the one who was under the greatest pressure.
As the Demon Lord.
He knew very well where his advantages were. Unless the core was touched, it would be difficult for him to die. Therefore, he blocked many fatal attacks for the other three.
But although he was not dead.
Doing this was also very consuming for him. The magic knife in his hand broke and gathered, gathered and broke again. At this moment... only half of it could be condensed.
"Alas."
A faint sigh came from behind, but it was Zhang Yuan!
"The young master is not married yet."
"The child is not born yet."
"My Lord, you... must hold on!"
Gu Tian's expression was shocked!
Boom!
Boom boom boom!
The demonic flames that had been exhausted rose up again, and in an instant they gathered on the half of the demonic sword, making up the remaining part!
Even...
It was more condensed than before!
Boom!
The demonic sword was raised and pointed at the gods!
"Whoever dares not let me hold my grandson will die!!!"
The voice was full of murderous intent! The demonic power was so great! It almost condensed into substance, almost breaking the sky of the divine domain!
Seeing that the goal was achieved.
Zhang Yuan smiled silently and quietly retracted his head.
Everyone looked weird.
If the conditions did not allow it, they would have wanted to pull Zhang Yuan out to see what was wrong with his brain.
At this moment.
Although the few people were in poor condition, they still had an absolute numerical disadvantage, but the gods did not seem to be happy at all.
In their opinion,
It is unimaginable that a mere human could kill a tribe of gods that are several times larger than themselves and still stand alive in front of them!
The same.
This war is also the greatest shame of the gods in countless years!
Ants, bugs, and acquired creatures.
These words that were on their lips before, they no longer have the confidence to say them.
"Human race."
An ancient god stared at the few people and said indifferently: "Just a few people can achieve this level, which is beyond our expectations, but..."
While speaking.
He glanced at the other gods, "That's it! Today, I bet on the glory of my race, bet on the future of my race, and I will kill you all in the God's domain! None of you can escape!"
The other gods said nothing.
Obviously, they had the same idea in their hearts.
Today.
If they can kill all of them, there is still room for redemption. If they can't do it... This shame will accompany the gods forever and ever, and there will never be a day to wash it away!
Thinking of this.
The eleven ancient gods looked at each other, looked at the gods in the sky, and gave orders in unison.
"Go all out!"
"No need to hold back! No need to care about casualties! If one person escapes, we will hold you accountable!"
The target.
It was the Xuantian cultivators!
...
At this moment.
The battle situation in the encirclement was also not optimistic.
Xing Tianwu was covered in blood.
Even though he was covered in wounds, he still fought bloodily and did not retreat at all.
In his arms.
The sapling had already broken into hundreds of pieces, and the place where Xing Tianwu hugged... there was no skin left, it was directly bald!
Uncharacteristically.
It didn't make a sound, didn't shout, yell, or curse, just like a dead tree.
Tired of shouting.
Pain and numbness.
Tired, destroy it.
In the stiff mind, there was only this one thought.
...
Compared to the passive resistance of the sapling.
Even though Yuan Zhengyang's hair and beard were disheveled and his white robe was stained with blood, the sword in his hand was still domineering and heavy!
However.
After a long period of high-intensity fighting, it was less sharp and sharp than before.
Although he was tired, he still swung the sword without slowing down a bit, and he had no intention of stopping at all.
With his temper.
If you want him to stop swinging the sword, you must die!
...
"Old Wei."
Somewhere on the battlefield, Old Sun took a breath and looked at Old Wei who was swinging the iron chain mechanically, "How many have you killed?"
"I don't know."
Old Wei shook his head woodenly, swung the iron chain, and wiped out a large number of sacred trees again, and looked at Old Sun in a daze, "Big sister, why do I feel that after killing for so long, their people are not less?"
"No, they are not less."
Old Sun smiled bitterly, and didn't have the energy to care about his name. He sighed, "It's just that there are too many of them."
In fact.
The performance of the crowd can be described as amazing.
They killed nearly one-third of the hundreds of millions of God's servants together, but the remaining number... is still terrifying!
"Keep killing,"
Thinking of this, he suppressed the fatigue in his heart, looked at the endless army of God's servants, and said helplessly: "Until you die of exhaustion!"
The conversation between the two.
It is also a reflection of the hearts of the others.
At the beginning of the battle.
Many people would still have the mind to calculate how many heads they had beheaded and how many enemies they had killed, but now... no one cares about this anymore.
Injured, tired.
Even numb!
...
Somewhere in the battlefield.
Facing another group of God's servants who came to kill, Mei Yun was at a loss. He opened his mouth and was about to say something. The curse mark on his forehead suddenly trembled, his eyes went black, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he fell on his back!
"Mr. Mei!"
The old swordsman was quick to support him and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
Mei Yun shook his head.
He barely stood up, pointed to his mouth, waved his hand, and signaled to everyone that he was fine.
"My mouth is cramped..."
Just after saying four words, the corner of his mouth twitched again, and he couldn't speak immediately.
Everyone: "..."
...
"Woo..."
Far away, Qiuqiu cried listlessly, and his speed was several times slower than before.
It was not too tired.
It was mainly hungry, and it was a little bit unable to fly.
On the back.
Zhuang Yuchen, Fan Yu, Liu Zhuqing, Xiaohei and Agou were all at the end of their strength. Although they still gritted their teeth and insisted on attacking, their offensive had gradually weakened.
"Here, here!"
"There, there!"
In contrast to them, Xiaotangtang's little face was full of solemnity and seriousness, and her childish and pleasant voice kept ringing. The Suyuan Sword turned into a stream of azure light, killing the invading servants of God one by one!
