"Boom. A monstrous roar exploded in the void.

The blue light was finally extinguished by the brown halo of the ocean.

The dust was thick, and everything on the battlefield was obscured.

I could only see a flash of blue light shooting out quickly in the dust.

"Young master!"

Messy, but eerie, like the cry of a man coming from the distant sky. There were also countless cries and curses from the orc clan.

Nangong Fan only felt that his eyelids were very heavy, and he couldn't control his body flying upside down. I smiled bitterly in my heart, I got rid of it, and I knew that it was better to use fire directly.

Although the fire trigger is very precious, it is a pity to use it like this, and it may even make you disgraced, but it is more comfortable than not having a good place on your body now.

Hmm, who's calling it again? Why is it a voice that looks like Chen Ming, am I already weak enough to have auditory hallucinations?

"Sword up!"

It was Chen Ming's voice! Nangong Fan struggled in mid-air to be sure.

A golden Ling Tian long sword slowly emerged along with the twelve black-robed figures.

The long sword exudes a noble aura, and the winding dragon lines on the sword body loom over, traversing the heavens and the earth, overlooking the world like an emperor.

There were countless chaotic voices faintly resounding in the void, as if someone was sacrificing to the ancestors. It seems that there is an ancient battlefield that has broken through the long river of time, from the distant past to the present, is it the sound of fighting?

Nangong Fan's heart trembled, and a strange power surged in his body, his tired body seemed to be full of strength, and someone seemed to whisper in his ear. "Terran, never give up!"

......

There were a dozen orcs gathered around Carl. The orcs were blind-eyed, but they were respectful to Karl, and at the first moment of his order, Karl launched a death charge.

There are more than a dozen orcs, all of them are martial saints, and this kind of impact is easy to face the two sides without the help of a leader, and Carl uses his extra mind to sweep away the battle between Nangong Fan and Xiong Er.

After seeing Nangong Fan's defeat, he even felt a little secret joy in his heart.

This little guy is not as omniscient and omnipotent as he thinks.

Looking at the violent spiritual power that was still surging, the thought of fleeing from this place wrapped in Nangong Fan surged in his heart.

As soon as this idea appeared, it was interrupted by a monstrous "young master".

Karl couldn't help frowning slightly, this young master shouted Nangong Fan?

Carl tilted his head slightly, there were more than a dozen martial saints who only obeyed his orders to charge for him, he was actually the most leisurely one on the battlefield.

"Sword up!"

A golden sword came into view, and the dazzling golden light was so dazzling that even the sun was suppressed by it.

The divine dragon on the sword body was winding, as if it was slowly wriggling, vivid.

The sword was surrounded by golden light, as if someone was kneeling under the long sword, and they were worshipping this divine sword?

Carl felt his blood boil in his body, and his heart, which was gradually darkening and cooling, seemed to burn again.

He vaguely heard someone whispering in his ear, "Terran, never be a slave!"

"Terran, never give up!"

"Terran, never be a slave!"

The two simple and unpretentious sentences are the most realistic portrayal of the rise of the human race in the years.

Am I still a Terran? Karl's mind was completely shocked by the sound of sacrifice through time,

A breath that could shake the heavens and the earth filled the audience as the Excalibur approached.

The entire battlefield was at a standstill.

All strife is overshadowed by this sword.

The illusory Excalibur hovered high in the sky, descending on this chaotic battlefield in an instant.

The monstrous coercion was overwhelming.

Behind the twelve figures shrouded in black robes, a huge beast figure appeared together.

Rats, cows, tigers, rabbits, dragons, snakes, horses, sheep, monkeys, chickens, dogs, and pigs prostrate respectfully towards the divine sword that was guarded by them in the center.

It's like paying tribute to the gods and waiting for the emperor in your heart.

The power of the royal road is overwhelming, and the whole world is not the king's land.

As long as this sword is there, the whole world will obey its commands.

What kind of earth kiss son, stand aside and play in the mud at the same time!

Carl had the privilege of following the blue wolf to see the majestic king of the Bull Clan, and the king's breath on his body, compared with the aura emitted by this divine sword, was not only different in quantity, but also in quality.

One is like a king among mortals, and the other is the emperor of the heavenly gods.

The divine sword slowly moved forward in the void with the twelve black robes, and its movements were not fast, and it could even be said to be extremely slow. It's like a baby holding a hammer bigger than his body, and he can't hit an adult.

But Karl's sharp instinct told him that if the sword was coming at him, with his current strength, he could only wait to be killed, and it would be difficult to escape.

The general trend of heaven and earth triggered by the legend is all foam under this divine sword, only prostrate, only worship.

No one can compete with it for the sovereignty of this heaven and earth.

The blade of the sword fell slowly, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the dusty sky.

The dust quickly dispersed, and even the dust without the slightest spiritual spirit seemed to be afraid of the majesty of this divine sword.

The majesty of the emperor cannot be lightly touched.

The emperor's majesty is mighty, and the sword intent is monstrous, intimidating the heroes.

Twelve black robes, twelve giant beasts, together guarding the divine sword, came slowly.

The dust dissipated, Xiong Er stood in the air, his face was full of solemnity, the spear array behind him rose, the eyes of the orc soldiers showed a trace of strange refreshment, and their strong bodies shrank a lot, and their thick beast heads could be faintly seen.

The spears were full of fire, like a raging storm, rising from below to sweep the heavens and the earth.

The rebelliousness in his bones makes Xiong Er unwilling to bend his body, he still doesn't kneel in this world, not to mention the power that is made with the help of the general trend of heaven and earth?

Bloodlust and madness flickered in his pupils, heaven and earth would not allow me, so what if the day was ruined?

The Excalibur was still in the sky for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, it was in this wide square.

Nangong Fan only felt a warm current surrounding his weak body from all sides, moistening his injured body and making him gradually refreshed.

Ao Canglan, who had not yet woken up in his dantian, let out a comfortable murmur.

She felt the aura of the same origin, as if her father was still by her side, even if the sky fell, that proud body sheltered her from the wind and rain.

Nangong Fan's eyes gradually recovered, and he struggled to get up, looking at the twelve black robes that guarded him in the center, his eyes showed emotion, "Why didn't you listen to me and leave?"

"Young master, you have something, how can we leave?"

Raising his head in unison, twelve pairs of firm and godly pupils emerged from the black robe, staring at Nangong Fan, who slowly got up.

Nangong Fan could clearly see beads of sweat the size of beans spilling from the corners of their foreheads, and his emotion spread in his heart, as if he was not alone in this lonely hinterland of the orc clan.

"Please young master, take the sword!" Chen Ming knelt on one knee, his face was full of solemnity, looking extremely sacred, as if what they were about to hand over was not a divine sword, but a jade seal of the country.

"Please young master, take the sword!" Chen Ming's actions caused a chain reaction, eleven people knelt down one after another, and twelve huge figures also knelt down in front of Nangong Fan one after another, their faces full of piety.

Nangong Fan's eyes gradually froze, thirteen people, not caring about the approach of the violent aura outside, as if they were on another plane.

Xiong Er's eyes were blood-red, and the only reason he had was gone, and a phantom figure of a brown giant bear appeared behind him, as if overlapping with him, taking steps and leading the gun array.

The momentum is violent, like a giant attacking.

A gentle smile hung on the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth, looking at the huge divine sword suspended above his head.

The brilliance it emitted seemed to replace the sun, and the dragon that was winding and circling on the sword body was illusory, as if it was hidden in the depths of the clouds.

There were countless murmurs on the sword, and the sound was pious and powerful, as if it were praying, and it was like worshipping the gods.

A little strange pattern is dotted around the sword body, like three big characters, but like three worlds.

This is a divine sword that has gone down in the annals of human history.

Nangong Fan could only recognize the sword word at the bottom, but he faintly felt that the appearance of the divine sword seemed to have been heard somewhere.

Nangong Fan didn't have time to think, what was in front of him was whether to catch the sword or not.

Taking this sword means taking over a responsibility.

After all, these twelve people are Huang Taiyi's people, and their whole hearts are tied to Huang Taiyi, and all Nangong Fan has never wanted to have too deep feelings with them.

He was afraid that he would not be reluctant when they left.

That would be difficult for all three parties.

Nangong Fan believed that they didn't need someone to hold the sword, they could also burst out with great power.

Nangong Fan only now knows that in his knowledge, the most powerful battle formation is not twelve, but thirteen is his strongest state.

A violent voice sounded in Nangong Fan's ears, Xiong Er was rushing towards this side, and the illusory sword body trembled slightly, as if it would dissipate at any time.

The twelve remained on one knee, ignoring external factors.

Nangong Fan looked at the stubbornness and longing in the eyes of the twelve.

They crave recognition.

Nangong Fan sighed leisurely, and stepped next to the illusory hilt, "Array!"

The eyes of the twelve were full of joy, and the fatigue of the days of rushing disappeared.

In an instant, they were all over Nangong Fan in all directions, arching Nangong Fan and the Divine Sword Guard.

The eyes of everyone present were attracted by Nangong Fan, watching his slender but powerful right hand get closer and closer to the hilt of the sword.

One second, two seconds......

Nangong Fan gently held the illusory giant sword in his hand, just barely touching it, but Nangong Fan felt that the divine sword was like becoming his arm, without the slightest hindrance, and he could exert its huge power with a single thought.

A soft sound exploded in his body, and his eyes flashed with gold, and he felt like he had become a god.

Everything in the world happened to him, and he seemed to see something deeper

The ground is innumerable tenacious brown aura, there are some small gaps between the gaps in the sky, and the infinite spiritual power is hidden deep in it, revealing a little from time to time, so that the spiritual power between heaven and earth is always maintained at a certain degree......

Carl's divine power linked the eyebrows of more than a dozen martial saints, and more than a dozen martial saints seemed to be intoxicated with a sweet sleep and did not want to wake up.

Everything in the Nether Realm was no longer a secret to him, Nangong Fan felt the chaotic but homologous spiritual power that rushed into his body, and a comfortable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There are so many things that he would never see before. One day, he will be able to see through everything in this nether realm on his own.

He didn't have the heart to discern the truth of this world one by one, Xiong Er was already blasting towards him with a huge fist.

This fist was formed by the countless chaotic spiritual powers that shot out from the spear array.

"Pudu Qinglian!"

Nangong Fan subconsciously used the sword moves recorded in the "Qinglian Sword Classic", but he didn't have the ability to use it now.

A sword swiped slowly, and divine power swept through the sky.

Everyone felt that the filth in their hearts had been purified, and the whole person had been sublimated.

Even in the far distance, there are orcs who shed tears of remorse, why did they do so many evil things?

They are crying from the bottom of their hearts!

A blue-gold sword light appeared in front of Xiong Er's eyes, dyeing his blood-colored pupils into color.

The blade of the sword slashed across his body, and the shield formed by the spear array was like papier-mâché, and it was torn apart before it could even make the Excalibur pause.

Xiong Er didn't have pain, but instead had a feeling of being relieved of his sins all his life.

Before closing his eyes, he saw a small hole in the sky, and a touch of innocent satisfaction hung on the corner of his mouth.

To have such a picture to see him off before he died, he is worth it!

May the afterlife be a human race!