Defeated? How could it be defeated? The god of war lost his mind for a moment. Then he shouted loudly, I'm still here, how can I lose?

Dao Yi glanced around, and said lightly: "I Yanhuang still has thousands of good men, how can I be defeated? Do you accept the fate of failure?"

"Not accepted. Wu Gang was the first to shout. In this battle, he and Yan Ruyu also participated in it. No matter what kind of person Wu Gang is, when facing the national righteousness, he will not frown when he throws his head and spills his blood.

"Not accepted. ”

"We're not dead yet. ”

"Unless I die, even if I have a strand of soul, I must be completely crushed. ”

"With my blood, the soul is sacrificed for nine days. ”

"With my sword, cut through the sky, and die without regret. ”

......

Yan Huang's good men shouted out the cries in their hearts one by one, and although they faced many times more enemies than themselves, they still rushed forward without hesitation.

Blood stained the void red, and the sword shattered, just for the dream in my heart.

Yan Huang cannot be defeated.

With a bang, a monk in the god transformation period revealed himself, he shattered his dantian, and the manic energy immediately shattered more than a dozen angels around, their angelic hearts wanted to escape, but the self-exposure of a monk in the god transformation period was child's play, the angel heart completely melted in it at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the monk who exposed himself could have been immortal but was completely wiped out in the dust of history.

Stimulated by this, one by one the monks also chose to expose themselves in this extreme way after being hit hard, knowing that even if they die and fall, they may still be reincarnated and be human beings in the next life, but after they were exposed, there was no such opportunity.

But none of them regretted it, just for the obsession in their hearts.

Ahh

The monk's eyes flashed, and a punch blasted out, directly shattering the opponent's five fingers, and then in the other party's stunned look, a punch exploded his head, blood, broken flesh, and brains drenched all over him, he had no fear, and flew towards an angel next to him without hesitation.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and three powerful forces struck, imprisoning the space around him.

The four eyes swept away, but it was the three Seraphim Angels with murderous intent on their faces, holding a holy spear in their hands, and three sharp spear qi pierced through the void and strangled them.

The monk knew that it was impossible to fight against these three people in his own state, and with a loud roar, the remnant sword in his hand was swung out, this sword almost condensed all his mana, and when he attacked it, the other party's seal was suddenly torn apart, and an angel who had no time to dodge in the distance was cut off his wings.

And he was faced with three forces that could almost destroy everything, and he smiled calmly, and Da Lu laughed and said, "Brothers, I'll go first. ”

Hearing this, the faces of several young people not far away changed drastically, and they opened their mouths to call his name, but they found that something was blocking their chests, and nothing could be released.

There was a bang, and the young man chose to expose himself, and in the midst of the horrified looks of the three people, they quickly turned around, trying to get out of the circle of death. But since the young man chose to expose himself, he had a good sense of time, how could he allow them to escape?

As a result, the three angels died completely, and the angel whose wings he had severed was shattered by another monk's palm.

There are so many scenes like this that almost every few seconds a monk chooses to expose himself to this way of dying in harmony with the enemy.

"Good, good. The face of the God of Light finally became gloomy, I am afraid that after this battle, the God of Light Realm will also exist in name only. He decided to do it quickly.

The God of Light rose into the air, and played one by one in his hand, and with the spell in his hand, this piece of void began to violently shake, and soon the void shattered, shattering into countless fragments of time and space. The dark and unknown space exudes a palpitating atmosphere.

"Accept the fate of death! "At this moment, the God of Light seemed to represent the lord of heaven and earth, the eternal sun, and the fiery breath was so vast that it covered almost every inch of space. His hand and power all represent the supreme principle of heaven and earth. The eyes are unparalleled.

The god of war and the other four people all felt the pressure of death, and in the face of the other party's exterminating and destroying palm, they quickly gathered together, and the four of them used the mana in their bodies at the same time, condensing into a layer of tough shield.

The faces of the four gods of war were solemn, although this layer of shield was a powerful mess, but they still felt that they were powerless in the face of the other party's doomsday judgment.

They had been condensing the nine-layer True Yuan Shield, but when the opponent's Doomsday Judgment really came, they realized that they still far underestimated the power of the Doomsday Judgment. Just like the ice and snow met the blazing sun, the haze met the bright moon, and the yin and evil met the righteous qi of heaven and earth, the nine-layer true yuan cover broke three layers in just a moment.

There was a sweet spot in the throats of the four of them, and a stream of blood spurted out, and they didn't care about wiping it, and hurriedly entered the residual true yuan in their bodies, in a vain attempt to block it, otherwise they could only be destroyed by the Last Judgment.

It's just that the four of them themselves have already been hit hard, and the True Yuan Cover condensed in a hurry is only three layers.

Soon the remaining True Yuan Shield was shattered, and the four of them watched as the Purifying Light arrived. A look of despair welled up in their eyes.

The god of war stared blankly at the resentment that was about to open the confinement of heaven and earth, and whispered in his heart: "I'm sorry, Dan'er." Forgive me. ”

His eyes were deep and distant, as if all his love had been condensed directly across space and space, and nothing could be an obstacle at this moment, and at the end of heaven and earth, unknown time and space, a young girl seemed to be aware, and suddenly looked in the direction of the god of war, and a heart-rending pain struck, which was a feeling she had never had in the thousands of years she had been a broken soul.

She shouted, tiptoed, and galloped in the direction of the god of war.

Her hands reached forward, as if trying to grasp something, but the endless distance was destined for immortality.

Yes!

The girl felt that her beloved had been mortally wounded, and she cried out in despair.

The god of war felt that his soul was about to fly out of his body, and his strong muscles burned inch by inch, and the burning pain that penetrated into the bone marrow made him, an iron man, unable to help but howl. It wasn't a cry of sorrow, it was despair.

All the monks were swaying, and rushed forward regardless of their own safety, trying to save the four gods of war. Unfortunately, when the afterglow of the Last Judgment comes to fruition, they are reduced to ashes one by one. One by one, the eyes of the monks exploded, they followed one after another, and they didn't care about their personal life and death, but in a short instant, dozens of monks died.

"Don't, don't!" **Shan watched his disciples ignore life and death one by one, making meaningless deaths and injuries, and shouted sadly.

His orders had no effect, and the disciples who usually obeyed his orders yelled and frantically burned their bodies and their energy in order to save their masters. At this time, they have only one thought in their hearts, that is, they will not do anything, but also to suppress the last judgment.

The same is true for the monks under the mountain, the three of Lingyun invariably flew into the air, they knew that even if their strength went up, it would be useless, but they couldn't calm down. Whispering, driving the jade bridge, also came resolutely.

The whole Yan Huang, all the people were silent, and they watched it all with tears streaming down their faces. There is a noun that says, moths to fire, yes, these monks in the god transformation period have cultivated for thousands of years, and their relationship with the pavilion master has reached a very close point. That's their parents. Parents are in trouble, how can they be willing to be their children?

The moth fights the fire because it has its own pursuits.

How they hope that a miracle will come and change all that. Watching the fall of the monks one by one, their hearts ached, every monk is an indispensable wealth of the country! No one said they were stupid, on the contrary, there was only a deep admiration in their hearts.

Knowing that he can't do it, but it's the true nature of the world.

The devil is in the world.

Suddenly, a calm voice came.

There was a loud bang, and the aura formed by the two sides was torn apart by an external energy, and an ancient demon god of hundreds of zhang in size was majestic and domineering, standing proudly in the void, and his big hand of dozens of zhang grabbed the light of doomsday judgment. The indestructible light of Doomsday was shattered by the ancient demon god's palm, and he also snorted, was mortally injured, and his condensed body was illusory, completely disappearing into the void.

This change shocked everyone.

The god of war looked overjoyed, and said in surprise: "It's Ziyu, Ziyu, she's back." "The demon is in the world, it is Ziyu's famous stunt. He had been taught back then. Ziyu seems to be gentle, but when she is ruthless, even if she claims to be the god of war, she feels tricky.

As soon as the words fell, a monstrous momentum poured out from the distant void, rolling upside down and flying like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands were filled with heart-palpitating demonic energy, and the power of the Angel of Light was forcibly dispersed.

She is wearing a classical long dress, a willow-like thin waist that is unbearable, her long purple hair falling in the wind, and her star-mist eyes are full of dreamlike colors, which makes people deeply fascinated at a glance.

Behind her stood a handsome man and an old man, both of whom also emitted a palpitating aura.

Then there stood hundreds of black-clothed monks with high mana, they didn't say a word, but their eyes showed bloodthirsty battle intent, and some angels trembled like poisonous snakes.