A terrible scream resounded in the air.

Just hearing this hoarse shout, you can feel the pain that the Protoss has endured.

The wind was raging in the sky, and the wind was like a knife.

All the combatants stopped their movements and looked at each other.

The expected scene of the fourth-layer Protoss of the Heavenly Rank casually defeating the third-layer of the Heavenly Rank did not appear, and what appeared in front of them was a diametrically opposite scene.

The Protoss of the fourth layer of the Heavenly Ladder slowly bent their knees in front of the Rakshasa of the third layer of the Heavenly Order, and their faces were gradually distorted.

Rakshasa clenched his fist, a little more force in his palm. And the body of the Protoss is getting lower and lower, the body is arched back, and the knees are forward, almost in a posture of kneeling.

"Stink...... Stinky boy ......" the Protoss gritted his teeth and roared, his voice trembling like a branch in the wind, "Let go!"

Rakshasa looked down at him from top to bottom, his face expressionless.

There was a crunching sound on the fist of the Protoss, and the bones were shattered little by little, and the flesh was covered with blood red, and even broken bones pierced the skin.

The Protoss had never thought that a third-level Heavenly Rank would have such great strength. As a party with high cultivation, he can only be oppressed at this moment, forced to bow down and look up at the rakshasas.

Who is this kid?

The cultivation of the third layer of the Heavenly Rank, where did he get such a strong power, and he could even surpass him.

"Stinky boy, let go!" the Protoss' fist was in excruciating pain, and the other hand slammed out.

Rakshasa didn't even look at him much, and he didn't even shy away from it.

The palm prints of the Protoss fell on Rakshasa's body, and the overwhelming breath swept like a tsunami, but Rakshasa stood in the rush of palm power, motionless like a mountain.

"Beam-jumping clown. Rakshasa looked down into his eyes coldly. With a sharp force in his hand, with a "bang", the fist of the Protoss exploded violently in the brutal force. Flesh and blood flew sideways, the whole fist was not crushed, and the blood flowed like an injection at the huge fracture.

Most of the people around were dumbfounded, this kind of difference in strength should not have appeared in those two people.

The cultivation of the Protoss is higher, and it should be the one who has the greatest advantage. However, after a short fight, this advantage and disadvantage were completely reversed.

The Protoss clutched his wrists and roared in pain. Ten fingers connected to the heart, not to mention a whole palm. No matter how high the cultivation is, it doesn't mean that you can't feel pain, and that heart-rending pain pours down the nerves into the bottom of your heart, like someone cutting the depths of your soul with a knife.

The Rakshasa bent his five fingers, and the scene in his claws twisted and turned, which was the condensation of power and the distortion of the space it carried. Step by step, he stepped forward, and his clawed hand dragged behind him, leaving five dark spatial cracks in the air.

"Wait...... Wait a minute......" The Protoss was completely panicked. What kind of person is this person, this is by no means an ordinary third layer of the Heavenly Rank.

For the first time, I felt the oppression of death that I could not escape in front of someone who was lower than my own cultivation.

Staring at his flustered eyes, Rakshasa was as cold as frost.

"Trespassing, you damn it!"

"Stop......!

Before the voice of the Protoss fell, the rakshasa grabbed and swung out, and the claw marks turned into five sharp thin lines, accompanied by sharp breaks

The sound of the air slashed through the body of the Protoss.

The five thin lines were like the sharpest knives of the five, tearing through the void and rushing into the distance.

The shrill hiss was still loud for a long time, and in the air were five neatly unfolded void cracks. Only a sharp weapon can cut out such neat traces.

The stunned people around watched as the half-bent knees-bent body of the Protoss gradually cracked. On the half-bent body of the Protoss, the eyebrows, throat, chest, abdomen, and thighs were separated in full view. The body gradually fell apart, as if the breath of King's Landing fell to the bottom, and the fragments of the body fell to the ground with thick blood.

There was also a smell of blood in the air, as if someone was smearing the air with blood.

The Protoss is retreating, and so are the people of the Blue Wolf Mercenary Regiment. The place where the rakshasa was located gradually became empty.

The cultivation of the third layer of the Heavenly Ladder, and killing the fourth layer of the Heavenly Ladder is like pinching an ant to death with his bare hands. How terrifying is this person's strength?

The Protoss, which was still in order at the beginning, gradually became chaotic, and slowly retreated in the face of the terrifying oppression of the Rakshasas.

Even the strongest people like them have fallen into the hands of the Rakshasa at will, and who of them, the remaining people, is sure to survive a blow in the hands of the Rakshasas?

I originally thought that I would encounter a group of Terrans who could knead and slaughter at will, but I didn't want to meet a bad star who could ask for his life.

"Let's go!" among the Protoss, I don't know who shouted.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the originally suppressed fear was completely ignited, and among the many gods, even the last bit of fighting spirit disappeared. More than a dozen figures turned into streamers and sped into the distance. In the face of absolute strength, they could not even raise the slightest belief in resistance.

Rakshasa looked coldly at those who were running for their lives, and sneered silently: "My territory, come if you want, leave if you want, how can it be so cheap!"

Turning his head to look at the person behind him, he raised one hand high and waved it down.

The whole group of blue wolf mercenaries was in high spirits.

"Little ones, kill, don't let go of a single Protoss!" someone shouted with a long knife.

A group of people under the pressure of black rushed out, whether it was those who had fought before or those who were watching, they all turned into wolves and pounced.

The rakshasa galloped at the forefront of everyone, and power brewed in the palm of his hand. The paw prints fell, and five thick claw marks cut through the sky.

The blow of raising your hands and feet is more powerful than the blow just now. When the move is made, the sky and the earth change color, and the roar is like a crack. Many of the fleeing Protoss turned pale, feeling the wind of death coming from behind.

Rakshasa is a ruthless person, and he shoots mercilessly. Strike at this moment, carrying a monstrous murderous aura. For the invading Protoss, he didn't plan to stay alive at all.

And just as he made a move, the surroundings suddenly dimmed for a moment. Inexplicably, a strange feeling hit me, as if everything around me had become muddy. Whether it was the Protoss, the Rakshasa or the others, the speed of the gallop suddenly decreased.

A long sigh suddenly came from the sky in the distance: "If you have to spare people and spare people, why kill them all." ”

Somewhere in the sky, a figure appeared out of thin air. Silent, as if a god had come to me

The painter points out the ink drops on the rice paper. Before he appeared, no one had sensed such a person nearby.

The sound sounded in the sky, and the appearance of people was already in front of them.

The man carried one hand behind his back and the other hand slightly forward. The action did not have a trace of fireworks, but such a light finger, and the five energy qi dispersed like smoke in front of him.

The Blue Wolf Mercenary Regiment, which was about to pursue, stopped, and the fleeing Protoss also stopped. A series of complicated or frightened eyes fell on the man's body.

The Rakshasa figure stopped suddenly, only a few dozen feet away from the man. Looking at the person from afar, he showed solemnity for the first time.

The person who suddenly appeared was a middle-aged man, wearing a coarse cloth shirt, his hair neatly tied back his head, both in bearing and appearance, he looked extremely modest. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary teacher. With such a look, even if he walked in the crowd, no one would look at him more.

The twilight wolf stopped after him, his expression more solemn than that of the rakshasa.

Although the person who suddenly appears is tepid, the higher the strength, the more he can hide his aura.

The twilight wolf sensed the past, and he couldn't feel the slightest breath on the man. Even he couldn't sense the depth of this person, and the only explanation was that this person was unfathomable.

The middle-aged man looked at them calmly, his slightly drowsy eyes as deep as an abyss.

"Rakshasa, the one who came is not good. Twilight Wolf whispered.

He didn't need to be reminded of this kind of thing, Rakshasa knew better than he the pressure of the people in front of him.

He just stood out of thin air, and he had already blocked the pursuit of the Blue Wolf Mercenary Group. Where a person is, it is as if there is a high wall towering.

"Hao...... Lord Haotian!" There was a surprise shout from the Protoss.

Rakshasa and Twilight Wolf were slightly stunned.

Haotian? It's not that they are completely ignorant of the things in the Protoss. One of the four gods is Haotian!

Their first reaction was impossible, but combined with some information that had already been learned, coupled with the feeling that this person gave people, a sense of uneasiness gradually crept into their hearts.

How could Haotian appear here? God was at war with the Great Demon King and others in the Middle Domain, how could that kind of top powerhouse break away from the Middle Domain and appear in such a place?

As the Protoss shouted out that name, the positions of the two sides seemed to be reversed in a blink of an eye.

God...... It was a powerhouse of the ninth layer of the Heavenly Rank. If it is really a strong man of that level, who can beat it?

"Bluff, get out of the way!" Rakshasa roared and lunged forward. The power of the Heavenly Dao was condensed in his palm, and then he slapped it with one palm.

Haotian nodded slowly, his eyes were full of appreciation, and he gently spit out a word in his mouth: "Break!"

Rakshasa only felt a magnificent power turn into a high wall and blast towards him.

The force of the palm hit the huge wall, as if the stone sank into the sea.

Rakshasa stared at each other, and hurriedly pulled out and sped upward, trying to avoid the energy. But the high wall in front of him seemed to be boundless, and no matter how he galloped, he could only feel the high wall pressing on him.

It's not a wall, it's a power as vast and magnificent as the sky.

“

You dare to be me!" Rakshasa drew an arc in the air. The five fingers are lifted from the bottom up.

The void shattered, and everything in the world seemed to be crushed into dust before the power of that claw.

There is no one who witnesses this scene who does not stand on end.

The two majestic forces collided, and it should have been the movement of the sky falling. However, the power of the Rakshasa's claws was like a stone falling into the wide sea, and it didn't even make a ripple. The oncoming force did not have any breath of destruction, but only pushed and crushed in calm. Calm, powerful, powerful and deep to the point of unshakability.

Rakshasa couldn't dodge and was hit head-on by that force.

"Rakshasa!" shouted Twilight Wolf.

The Rakshasa stumbled through the air like a boat in a tsunami and stumbled back to the side of the twilight wolf.

"The third layer of the Heavenly Rank is cultivated, but your strength is probably not weaker than the fifth layer of the Heavenly Rank. A genius like you is rare in the world, and it is very valuable. Haotian looked at Rakshasa with a smile and said, "The birth of a character like you in the world is also the creation of heaven and earth. In time, you will be able to become a strong party. ”

The men of the Blue Wolf Mercenary Regiment all took a step back, cold sweat on their backs.

They all know how much strength the rakshasa has. Can force back the rakshasa with one palm, is it possible...... It really is God......

If God were here, how would they be alive today?

"You...... Is it really God's Haotian?" Twilight Wolf asked behind the rakshasa with the last bit of luck.

Haotian nodded with a smile and looked at everyone: "I am Haotian, just a common name, not worth mentioning." ”

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Seeking Demons" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~