readx; The lively celebration, tens of millions of gods, and more than a dozen Dao Saints are in charge, and they are in the heavily defended Heavenly God Realm, if there is an accident in such an environment, the probability will definitely not exceed 1 in 10,000. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, although the probability of 1 in 10,000 is very small, it does not mean that it is zero.

Therefore, the moment he felt the murderous aura, Zhan Ping'an immediately stiffened, his face stagnated, as if he had been immobilized, and paused for about a tenth of a breath.

It was in this tenth-breath of time, almost equivalent to the moment of perceiving the killing intent, suddenly there was a loud bang, with the battle peace as the center, within a radius of three thousand zhang, a surging explosion spread, and countless dark fog began to shroud and spread.

In the next moment, more than a dozen assassins as fast as a movie flashed in this dark fog, and their goals were very clear with each other, pointing directly at the peace of war in the center of the inky black fog.

Fast, accurate, ruthless!

At the most unlikely, most unexpected moment, an assassination that had obviously been planned for a long time appeared without warning, on top of the lively celebration, surrounded by hundreds of millions of gods, in the presence of more than a dozen Dao saints, and in front of countless defensive forces stationed in the heavenly god realm, it began to be staged so stubbornly.

It can be said that all this came too suddenly, and there was no warning at all, and at this most unprepared time, I am afraid that it would be difficult to react to it if I was replaced by an ordinary Taoist saint.

Of course, this does not include war peace.

The bloodline of the God of War inherits the bloodline of the Supreme God of War, and they are preparing for battle all the time, even when they are sleeping and resting, in the state of deep cultivation, they will definitely not relax in the slightest.

Therefore, even participating in this celebration of clan rejoicing, Zhan Ping always maintained a fighting state, which was almost equivalent to her instinct and habit that she had developed for a long time.

There was almost no hesitation or hesitation, and the war spear repaired from the green patina moire broken spear had already fallen into Zhan Ping'an's palm for the first time, and the five fingers were clasped tightly, and the battle intent exploded to the extreme in an instant.

Call...... The next moment, Zhan Ping'an was decisive in stabbing out a spear, the war spear was as fast as a dragon, and the tip of the spear rubbed against the air and burst out with a sharp whistling, as if it could tear the heavens and the earth apart.

Bite...... Under the stab, Zhan Ping'an clearly felt that he had hit something hard, but in the face of the upgraded war spear of the green copper rust moire broken spear, the opponent's attack and defense were obviously as if they were false, and they were fiercely pierced and torn apart in the blink of an eye, directly and accurately hitting the enemy who resisted, and a spear pierced the opponent's throat fiercely, and the majestic divine power directly tore the opponent into a cloud of blood mist.

But there was more than one assassin, and with the help of the cover of the dense fog, three more sharp winds tore and appeared, rippling with majestic killing intent, from the top of the head of the battle, the left and right sides of the tacit attack and kill.

The timing of the assassins was very exquisite, and coupled with the fact that the inky black fog seriously affected the display of vision and divine sense, this unexpected attack would inevitably be able to inflict heavy damage on Zhan Ping'an, and it was even very likely that he could complete a subtle kill.

Are you sure?

Yes, the inky black fog is made of something that seriously affects the use of vision and divine sense, and the current war peace is almost equivalent to the existence of being blind.

But the eyes can't see, and the peace of war still has ears; If the ears cannot hear, the peace of war still has the sense of smell; If you can't even smell it, then Zhan Ping still has a sense left.

Just now, the enemy just showed a trace of killing intent before the assassination, and under the interference of the lively ceremony and the noisy crowd, Zhan Ping'an was still able to give birth to a momentary sense, which was enough to show how sensitive her sense was.

Right now, the killing intent of these three assassins is very strong, and they are like three huge light bulbs in the sense of war safety, so there is no need to hesitate at all.

In an instant, the war spear that stabbed out didn't know when it had been withdrawn, and then saw that Zhan Ping'an seemed to have three heads and six arms, and the overlapping spear shadows began to center on her, and they were extremely dense and spurred out, fast and urgent, and the air was crackling.

Three distinctly different touches appeared above the head and on the left and right sides, respectively, and with the sharpness of the war spear and its own unparalleled divine power, the three assassins were smashed into three clouds of blood mist and exploded on the spot, and the rich smell of blood began to spread.

For a while, in the face of the great display of war, the assassins all showed their stiff expressions, but they didn't expect the other party to be so powerful, and in the special inky black fog, they could still find the enemy so accurately.

After realizing that Zhan Ping'an was not simple, although the last seven assassins were afraid, they did not hesitate, because they had come to assassinate this time, and they had already been ready to die here and not be able to go back, even if they succeeded in assassinating Zhan Ping'an, the result was the same.

Therefore, at the last moment, the seven assassins still did not hesitate at all, fought hard, and fought one after another to fight for peace.

But at the moment when they were just about to make a move, Zhan Ping'an took a step ahead of them to take action, holding a bloody war spear, and the fighting spirit was high all over his body, and he raised his war spear to kill the nearest assassin.

As the god of war, for the life of the war, for the death of the war, is passive defense the true color of war peace? Taking the initiative to attack is the peace of war.

Kill!

The unparalleled divine power combined with the equally sharp and unparalleled war spear, like a dragon going out to sea, constantly tearing, tearing, tearing and tearing, as fast as a little cold star, instantly appeared at the center of the eyebrows of the nearest assassin.

The assassin was taken aback on the spot, and subconsciously wanted to raise the short blade in his hand to resist one or two, but the speed of the war spear tearing was too fast, and it did not give the other party any reaction at all, and it pierced through the assassin's heart like a bamboo, smashing the heart, and even half of his body was completely blasted, killing him on the spot, and killing another person.

It's a pity that such a terrifying blow still can't have any deterrent effect, and the assassins, who had long been ready to be martyred, took advantage of Zhan Ping'an to kill one of the assassins, and their killing intent skyrocketed, conjuring up pieces of palm-sized and extremely smelly bloody blades, like a small storm, strangling Zhan Ping in all directions.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!" Zhan Ping snapped, facing at least tens of thousands of sharp blood blade storms, he didn't even see the slightest fear, and in an instant, he raised the state of the god of war to the extreme, and layers of complex divine patterns covered the whole body, with the dark gold armor worn during the celebration, it looked very powerful.

The next moment, I saw the war spear in Zhan Ping'an's hand dancing wildly, and a ** spear shadow spread overwhelmingly in all directions, shattering pieces of bloody blades, crushing storms, and getting out of trouble in an instant.

The moment he successfully got out of trouble, Zhan Ping'an was like a tiger out of the gate, shouting angrily, like thunder, holding a war spear into a flash of light, turning back a few times out of thin air, and three assassins were killed by Zhan Ping'an on the spot, and the explosion was full of blood mist and drifted away.

It's too strong!

In the end, the three assassins couldn't help but show a trace of fear and unwillingness, no one thought that the careful planning would take so long, and the strength of each of them had reached the level of a half-step saint, but they were never able to fight peacefully, and only three were killed in an instant.

"We're holding her back, you're going to get the final blow!" In the face of such a strong battle, the last three assassins were also very decisive, and two of them roared at the same time, and without hesitation, they turned their blades and pierced their hearts.

Sprinkle...... When the two fishy and thick hearts splattered out, the two assassins seemed to have lost all their vitality and died, but in the moment before they died, the two fishy hearts and blood turned into two blood-glittering chains, which quickly wrapped around Zhan'an and forcibly locked the person.

A dignified half-step saint, looking at the three thousand worlds, can be regarded as a strong man who can shock one side, and now the supernatural power released at the cost of his life is naturally quite amazing, and Zhan Ping didn't have time to react for a while, so he was locked up like this.

Opportunity!

In the face of the two colleagues temporarily blocking Zhan Ping'an at the cost of their lives, the last assassin did not hesitate, frantically burned his body, and began to collapse rapidly from the position of his feet, until his entire head was shattered like porcelain, and finally the whole person turned into a huge blood sword, aiming at Zhan Ping'an and stabbing down fiercely.

The blood light flashed, and the blood sword was extremely sharp in the blink of an eye, approaching the eyebrows of Zhan Ping'an, and stabbed down with incomparably ferocity.

The three half-step saint cultivators who had successively performed killing moves at the cost of their lives, even if Zhan Ping'an was a cultivator, supernatural power, and extremely powerful divine power, it was difficult to react for a while.

As a last resort, Zhan Ping'an could only operate the purple gold divine pattern to the limit, and the whole person seemed to be purple gold, and the whole body was flashing with an incomparably bright purple gold divine light, condensed at the position of the center of his eyebrows, and did his best to resist this supreme blow.

Boom...... The blood sword slammed into the divine light formed by the purple gold god pattern, and immediately there was a shocking thunder explosion, and the battle helmet worn on Zhan Ping'an's head was blown to pieces on the spot, and the black hair on his head flew in the void like a hard needle, and then a part of it broke violently, shooting around like a sharp sword, leaving a series of incomparably small needle eyes where it passed, which looked very amazing.

But for these, Zhan Ping'an has no time to pay more attention, all his attention is focused on the blood sword shining with terrifying killing intent in the center of his eyebrows, feeling that this divine pattern collapses little by little, and the divine light is suppressed little by little, and the extremely sharp blood sword has been pressed on the center of his eyebrows, squeezing out the cortex little by little, as if he is going to pierce Zhan Ping'an's brain in the next moment.

"Don't think!" Under the pressure of life and death, Zhan Ping'an roared angrily, and began to desperately improve the divine power in his body, his breath became stronger and stronger, and the blood sword trembled on his forehead, and even the blood chain that trapped his whole body began to rattle.

"Broken!" Zhan Ping'an was full of energy, regardless of the damage caused to his body when he burst out with all his strength, he forced out all the divine power in one breath, turning into golden divine light that stirred in all directions, and finally broke free from the shackles in one go, shattering all the blood chains, and forcibly breaking the blood sword on his forehead.

Burst...... Under such a powerful outburst, Zhan Ping'an was also a little unbearable, spurting a mouthful of blood, and standing in place with a pale face panting.

It was too dangerous just now, Rao is war is extremely bold, and it is inevitable that he will be a little afraid between life and death.

But in any case, surviving is better than anything else than some price to pay.

Are you sure?

Just when Zhan Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief, wondering and thinking about who dared to assassinate her so boldly, he didn't notice a dark shadow, and at some point, quietly appeared behind her.

Break!

A short blade of ghostly light flickered, fiercely piercing Zhan Ping'an's back, emerging from the position of his chest, blooming one after another gorgeous flowers of divine blood.