Xiao Yong was stunned for a moment, then quickly applauded and said, "The Divine Son is mighty!"

The disciples of the Tang Sect behind him seemed to be inspired, and they shouted excitedly one by one: "The Divine Son is mighty!"

Wu Ming intercepted and killed several people with a knife in his hand, and shouted angrily: "What are you watching the show?"

。。。。。。。 Yes, it seems that he shouldn't applaud, Xiao Yong instantly had a state of shame and bravery, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing, watching the play?!

The disciples of the Tang Sect are all a group of pure people, and many times pure people will see their own mistakes first, and downplay the shortcomings of others, they didn't say much, so they launched an offensive with Xiao Yong.

Most of the long-range crossbow machines of the Dragon Court spaceship have been destroyed by Wu Ming, and there are already big loopholes in the defense system, if such an opportunity cannot show their advantages, it is impossible for the disciples of the Tang Sect to survive the cruel struggle of the alien beasts.

The group of phoenix spirit beasts slammed out hundreds of wind blades in unison, and the disciples of the Tang Sect shot out arrows and crossbows at the same time, and the arrows rained down in the wind blades, like a group of sharks riding the wind and waves, rushing towards the Praetorian Guards who just wanted to regroup.

The cry of pain resounded like a frightening bird in the sky, resounding in the place where the shark rain of arrows passed, and more than a hundred Praetorian Guard soldiers were killed in a pool of blood.

At this moment, a purple light flashed, and a man wearing an internal official robe appeared on the top eaves of the shipbuilding. With that unique voice with a feminine aura, he shouted, "Descending the spaceship, all the spirit stones will be used to drive the defense array!"

The ship slowly landed, and ten small light masks appeared around the remaining ten ballistas, wrapping the crossbow machines in the middle of the period, not only that, but the ship building on the deck was also completely wrapped in yellow light masks, without missing a single thing.

At this time, Wu Ming's eyes rushed to the entrance of the shipbuilding, and when he saw the light mask blocking the way, he said with a sudden thought: "Mother, can you?"

"Try it!"

Under the Yuan Spirit Enchantment, the Queen Mother of God showed a holy body like a white jade light, she floated behind Wu Ming, the air around Wu Ming's body was restless again, and the white light spread from the Queen Mother of God, like a light veil spread around Wu Ming's body, and the golden light shone under the white, like a dreamlike ripple.

The Rilun Great Sword in Wu Ming's hand felt the killing intent of breaking the formation, and in the two noble brilliances, it faded its coat, and the simple gloom disappeared, but it was replaced by a dazzling golden can.

The sword came out, the sword intent rose, and the sword shadow between the brilliance staggered was like a straight horizon, and it hit the yellow light mask straight away.

The buzzing sound was accompanied by the vibration of the light mask, and the yellow light that was bright and dark began to compete with the sword intent of the Holy Order, and the sound of the vibrating waves transmitted to the air, forming an invisible wall with blurred vision, making it impossible for the surrounding Praetorian Guards to get close.

The vibration continued, and the green tendons appeared on the corners of Wu Ming's forehead, and the golden light flowed in it like blood, like a clear spring in the mountains, which looked so obvious on the tense face.

With an angry shout, Wu Ming vented the pain in his body from the impact, and the sound resounded through the sky, and the golden light immediately burst out, covering up the white holiness, and the frequency of the vibration intensified!

The yellow mask is like a screen in a storm, which can be pierced by a rainstorm the next moment.

The humming sound changed from dull to sharp and harsh, as if the strings had reached the edge of breaking, and with a little more effort, it was the end of the sound scattering!

The Queen of God frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Ming, hold on!"

Wu Ming shouted angrily again, at this time, the surface of his whole body had a golden light flowing like water, and the muscles of his whole body were already completely tense, and with that angry shout, the somewhat gloomy golden light on the blade of the sword was more sharp!

There was a bang, and the sound was so bright and transparent, if the lightest porcelain was shattered, with a crisp sound, countless cracks appeared on the yellow light mask.

The dense cracks, like a young girl aging overnight, the criss-crossing wrinkles, tell the passing of her life.

"Open it to Lao Tzu!" "The Rilun Greatsword advanced into the light mask, the yellow light suddenly dimmed, and there was a loud buzzing sound, as if surprised, as if unwilling, in the huge sound, the light mask broke and dissipated.

"Give me death!" At the moment when the light mask broke, a purple light appeared above Wu Ming with an abrupt sound. Wu Ming quickly raised his sword and swung it up, only to see an old internal official in the purple light, the old man raised his left hand, and the palm covered it down, directly taking Wu Ming's face door.

Watching the old man's palm pressed down, Wu Ming felt that a side of the sky was pressing towards him, a seemingly simple palm, and the coercion contained in it could make Wu Ming feel instinctive fear.

Seeing this, the Queen Mother of God suddenly became angry, her naked body flashed in front of Wu Ming, she pushed with both hands, and scolded angrily: "Ghost thing, don't pretend here!"

With a bang, the air flow instantly resembled a sea covered with whirlpools, and the white and purple light in the whirlpools of those air currents was like a cloud full of electricity, and the electric floc of the two poles was constantly colliding, making a gurgling sound.

Wu Ming toes, soared into the air, came behind the old man, and slashed down with all his might, the golden sword shadow sparked in the night sky like a derailed star.

The old man raised his right hand, and angrily slapped out his right palm, the palm wind rose like a wind and waves, and a purple light broke through the air in the palm wind, like a dragon breaking out of the waves, facing a sword attacked by Wu Ming.

The golden light burst out like fireworks, and in the scattered brilliance, there was purple dignity, and there was golden holiness, and in the two-color brilliant light, those cyclones like meat grinding steel knives were scattered, and the air was filled with a crack, and the majestic ship tower was also shaken out of the cracks in the chaos of light.

The old man leaped through the chaotic air and returned to the top of the ship, his face was extremely pale at this time, as if the moonlight had fallen on the snow of winter.

Wu Ming fell back to the deck, the big sword in his hand had faded to the golden light, and returned to its original black appearance, and there was a slight vibration on the big sword, which was left by the bombardment just now, like the frost after the wind and snow, still bringing a slight chill to people.

The Queen of God floated beside Wu Ming, and said in a deep voice to the top of the ship: "It seems that this so-called Son of Heaven is really elected by you. ”

The old man said with emotion: "I can't imagine that after so many years, there is finally someone who has the ability to break the rules! But it's a pity, you meet me, then you will have to face punishment." ”

The Queen of God said: "I admit that your strength is stronger than ordinary ghosts, but it's a pity that you met our mother and son!"

The white light flashed, and the Queen of God leaped up, and Wu Ming jumped on tiptoe, and then jumped into the air.

The queen mother came to the old man, her palms came out, and the sound of breaking the air with a quick wave of her palms was like the sound of war drums when thousands of troops and horses were charging!

The low, powerful sound of war drums grew denser and denser, like a downpour of rain battling ancient rubble. In the dynamic voice, the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard lowered the longbow in their hands, they no longer attacked Wu Ming, they knew that the battle between the white light and the purple light in the air was no longer within their control.

They could only watch silently, listening to the shock in their hearts!