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Zhao Chunliang didn't rush to Bren this time. Ter and O'Sullivan, his target is the army led by the two. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now the army brought by the two is divided into two groups, one group is attacking the false gods and Zhentian on the earth, the innate masters, and the other group is the army that is slaughtering the earth.

These two batches both occupy a huge advantage, the pseudo-gods and other masters brought by Zhao Chunliang have fallen more than a dozen in just a few minutes, among which are basically innate masters and Zhentian masters, as for the pseudo-gods, although there is no Zhao Chunliang, but there are three other top pseudo-gods leading, and there is no loss of personnel for the time being.

From here, it is not difficult to see the difference between the two sides, more than half of the other warriors under the pseudo-gods on the side of the Protoss are masters of the Zhentian level, while Zhao Chunliang only has more than a hundred Zhentian masters, accounting for about one-eighth of the number of all innate masters, and the combat effectiveness of the two sides below the pseudo-gods is very different, and in terms of the number of pseudo-gods, although Zhao Chunliang has nearly a hundred pseudo-gods on his side, and the other party only has more than 30, but the strength of the other party is very strong, Each of their pseudo-gods has a godhead, Therefore, the divine power in their bodies can grow at will, and the pseudo-gods on Zhao Chunliang's side have only been out of trouble for less than a year, although the soul power in the body is growing rapidly, but it is completely incomparable with the other party, it is also a pseudo-god who has lived for five thousand years, and the other party can let the soul power grow in these five thousand years, but the pseudo-gods on Zhao Chunliang's side have been sealed for four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, in these four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, the soul power has barely increased, relying on the explosive growth of this last year alone, It is completely incomparable with the other party's 5,000-year precipitation.

If every pseudo-god on Zhao Chunliang's side is implanted with a godhead, maybe in a hundred years, these pseudo-gods will become super powerful existences, but unfortunately, now they don't have time and no godhead.

Every pseudo-god of the god clan has the strength to approach Penglai Ancestor and others, although the number is only more than thirty, but it occupies the initiative of the situation, and Penglai Ancestor's side, Penglai Ancestor was hit hard by O'Sullivan's punch, and now the combat power is only about fifty percent of the previous one, Dracula, Aladdin also only have seven or eight percent of the combat power left, using the fusion device provided by Sean, they lead nearly a hundred pseudo-gods, and the other party's pseudo-gods are constantly fighting fiercely, and neither of them can kill anyone in a short time.

Compared with the battlefield here, the battlefield more than ten kilometers away is more bloody and tragic, with a vast number of mechas, fighters, and helicopters attacking the enemy in the smoke, and the damage that a mecha can cause is close to the damage of a small mosquito to a person.

This kind of damage is minimal, if it is on the planet of the God Realm, even if it is slaughtered for a year, these Protoss warriors present will not be injured, and at the moment, although they cannot absorb the energy swimming in the air on the earth, but slaughtering these earthlings wearing mecha is like swatting a mosquito to death.

However, no matter how small the damage of mosquitoes is, it is still harm.

Even if it is very simple to shoot a mosquito to death, the more times you can shoot it, your hands will get tired and hurt.

Faced with the attack of the completely reckless and completely incomprehensible human warriors, these Protoss warriors actually felt a chill and an indescribable sense of weakness.

From the beginning of the battle to now, only ten minutes have passed, and more than 50,000 mecha warriors have died, and the damage of each mecha warrior is equivalent to the bite of a mosquito, and the damage of 50,000 mecha warriors is like the bite of 50,000 mosquitoes.

The bites of 50,000 mosquitoes were scattered among the six or seven hundred Protoss warriors, and each of them was equivalent to being bitten eight or nine hundred times.

For any one person, eight or nine hundred mosquito bites are enough to injure a person.

"What's the matter, these people, how are there as many parasitic poisonous dogs as Zeg Zerg!!" A Zhentian master shouted angrily after tearing a mecha apart.

"Who knows what's going on, it's so annoying!" A pseudo-god said, raised his hand and slapped it out, and at least a dozen mechs turned into countless pieces under this palm.

"And this smoke, why is it so hateful, it won't dissipate at all!" Someone shouted.

"My divine power is seriously disturbed, and I can't accurately capture their location!" Someone shouted again.

Although they have an absolute advantage on the scene, these hundreds of gods are extremely tired from fighting, and they don't know when they will be the head, because these people wearing mecha appear beside them regardless of it, constantly attacking them, completely tireless, not afraid of fear, and will not retreat.

At this moment, a scream suddenly sounded among the Protoss warriors.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound for the first time, but they couldn't see anything, the smoke covered a range of several kilometers, in the smoke, their naked eyes couldn't see anything at all, and the divine power sense became very weak.

Zhao Chunliang was suspended in the air, and in front of him was a pseudo-god wearing red armor, and the chest of this pseudo-god was pierced with a fist-sized hole, and the heart inside had already been shattered.

The strong vitality made this pseudo-god not die immediately, so he saw clearly the appearance of Zhao Chunliang who killed him.

"You, aren't you already..." The pseudo-god opened his mouth and looked at Zhao Chunliang in disbelief.

"I don't know why." Zhao Chunliang looked at the pseudo-god in front of him coldly, and suddenly raised his hand.

A powerful three-in-one power gushed out from his hand, and the pseudo-god in front of him instantly turned into dust.

"The power has grown!" Zhao Chunliang looked in front of him, the aftermath of the energy was still there, so Zhao Chunliang could clearly feel that his strength was a little stronger than just now.

This is not much, but for the current Zhao Chunliang, he has reached a bottleneck, and it is so difficult to be a little stronger.

Zhao Chunliang took a deep breath and rushed out casually.

The screams rang out again.

"He's slaughtering your legions." O'Sullivan looked at Bren playfully. "If you don't make a move, there's a good chance that your men will be wiped out by him alone." ”

"His strength, why is it fully restored? Do you remember what he said before, he can only maintain this strongest state for ten minutes, but now, ten minutes have passed, he has been hit hard by you before, but why does it seem that nothing is wrong now? "Bren. Ter asked, confused.

"Maybe it's because he's a native here, so he can quickly absorb the energy of heaven and earth." O'Sullivan said.

"No matter how fast it is, it can't be like this." Brenda. Tel shook his head and said, "There must be a mystery in this. ”

"If you have a mystery, go and ask him, as long as you catch him, are you afraid that you won't be able to pry his mouth open?" O'Sullivan said.

Brenda. Tel frowned slightly, and did not answer O'Sullivan's words.

In the distance, Zhao Chunliang killed two pseudo-gods and eight Zhentian masters in a very short period of time, and then put all their godheads into his storage bag.

The screams continued to sound from among the Protoss warriors, and they all knew that the screams were from their own side, but they were completely unable to catch the traces of the murderer.

Everyone seemed to sense that there was an eye that was staring at them somewhere, just waiting for them to be inattentive at some point and give them a fatal blow.

The Protoss warriors who had been attacking at will unscrupulously before had become cautious at this time, and they used more divine power on defense, so they no longer killed a dozen mecha warriors at every turn as before.

Countless mecha warriors did not slow down their attack speed at all, and they also knew that someone was helping them, so they were even more excited, and all of them increased the horsepower of the mecha to the maximum, and then resolutely rushed towards the warriors of the Protoss.

"Aren't you going to make a move, Bren. Tel. O'Sullivan asked.

Brenda. Tel's face was ugly, because Zhao Chunliang slaughtered all the clan soldiers of their family, the so-called clan soldiers, that is, the army cultivated by the family, in the divine realm, every family can cultivate its own army, whether it is a small family or a big family, as long as you have enough ability, you can cultivate clan soldiers, however, the strength of small families is limited, and they generally do not cultivate too many clan soldiers, Bren. Tel's family is a large family, with more than 100,000 soldiers. Tel is just a senior member of a small branch of the big family, and the clan soldiers in the family are only a few thousand. More than a third of the clan soldiers in the small branch where Ter is located, these people are slaughtered now, although they will not be punished after returning, but if he goes back alone, it will be a big shame.

"Wait any longer, all the soldiers of your family will be dead, although this mission was privately given to us by Lord Damont, but don't think that Lord Damont will help you make up for the dead soldiers, and you don't know Lord Damont's slamming." O'Sullivan laughed and said that he and Bren. Ter is not an enemy, but they are all minions under the command of Lord Damont, and they all want to get more weight, so they still have some competition with each other.

"Help me press the formation!" Brenda. Tel finally couldn't help it, and after leaving such a sentence, he suddenly rose from his seat, and then flew quickly towards the battlefield more than ten kilometers away.

"Haha, let you use me as a gunman, now it's your turn to be my gun, haha." O'Sullivan patted the arm of the chair happily and said.

In the distance, although it has flown away, but Bren. Tel still heard O'Sullivan's words, he gritted his teeth angrily, although he repeatedly told himself not to be mad, but when he thought of O'Sullivan's appearance, his anger was difficult to suppress.

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!" Brenda. Tel stared at the smoke in the distance and said through gritted teeth.