The monks were all shocked when they saw these tall humanoid mechs, and they also forgot to pursue, and they all looked at the mechs floating in the air, holding shields and lightsabers.

The keyboard warrior was also terrified when he saw this, and muttered something in his mouth. A person beside him listened to the keyboard man's self-talk and said, "It's indeed 'tall', what the hell is this thing?" It's like a heavenly soldier descending! ”

The keyboard man woke up suddenly, directly knocked on the golden cymbal beside him, and issued an order to withdraw his troops.

The monks did not hesitate to receive the order, and retreated to the rear, although it was a retreat, but the formation was not chaotic at all. Ten teams of men and horses retreated neatly to the rear.

Seeing that the keyboard man was so panicked, Master Song didn't blame him for issuing an order to collect troops without authorization, and asked, "What is the demon-like thing that day?" Is it strong? ”

Without waiting for the keyboard warrior to answer, the head of the Ink Immortal Sect replied: "We also made that kind of humanoid puppet, but it is not so huge, because the bigger it is, the more cumbersome it is, the larger the volume of the attack, and the limited materials, many parts are lost quickly, and it is just a good thing." ”

The keyboard man knows that the performance of these humanoid mecha is definitely much higher than that of those fighters, and it is definitely not just good-looking, and now he can not do much, he can only hope that those mecha will not pursue, and the monks will withdraw as soon as possible.

But in the next moment, more than 100 mechs took action, and this time the mechs were not divided into ten teams, but into five teams, and killed the five groups of monks who retreated to the south.

When the five teams of monks saw those huge humanoid puppets chasing after them, they were not panicked at first, and under the command of the captain, they were ready to fight back at any time. But they suddenly realized that those mechs were flying a few points faster than those fighters. The distance between the two sides, which was not far away, was rapidly narrowed.

Ruan Qingyuan shouted loudly: "Don't panic! Prepare to fight back. Flying Sword Ready! Put! ”

When the humanoid mecha was five hundred meters away from the monk, Ruan Qingyuan gave the order to attack. If it was the previous fighter, there was no way to dodge in the face of such an attack, and it could only be resisted with a protective shield, but those humanoid mecha were completely different, the engine behind them was running rapidly, and the huge mecha was flexible like a butterfly fluttering in the air, easily dodging the flying sword that was flying rapidly, even if there were a few flying swords that could not dodge, they could completely use the shield on the left arm to defend, or use the lightsaber in the right hand to cut the flying sword down.

Those humanoid mecha killed in front of many monks in a few ups and downs, and the huge shape and incomparably flexible movements made these humanoid mecha become a never-ending nightmare in the hearts of Shenzhou monks.

The complex and changeable attack is no longer something that can be resisted by the shield issued by the monks collectively, even if the shield is formed, the humanoid mecha can completely bypass the shield to attack the monks behind, and in an instant, the monk team that originally did not have any casualties killed and injured dozens of people.

The formation of those pursued monks had completely collapsed, fleeing in all directions, and they could no longer organize a decent counterattack, and those humanoid mechs no longer had any worries, took out particle rifles from their backs and began to shoot wildly, a large number of monks fell on the spot, and those fighters who had originally retreated also returned and joined the slaughter.

The other five teams of monks in the distance also saw the situation on the battlefield and wanted to support, but they knew that they were powerless at this time, so they could only choose to preserve their strength, retreat to the rear, and then find another way.

Seeing the tragic situation on the field, a head rushed to the head of Song and shouted: "Send a reserve team to pick them up!" If it's too late, you won't be able to come back! ”

Master Song shook his head ruthlessly and said, "It's too late, the whole army retreats, don't have more casualties!" ”

Although everyone could not bear it, everyone knew that it was impossible for the five hundred monks to escape, unless a miracle happened.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of violent spatial fluctuations in the center of the battlefield, and a spatial crack more than ten zhang long appeared behind the humanoid mecha, and several mecha that were close to the crack had no time to react, and were pulled into the crack by the huge gravitational force, and were instantly torn to pieces by the space storm. The rest of the mechs stopped attacking and hurriedly dodged the spatial rift.

While everyone was thinking about the spatial rift that came from there, a head came out of it, looked left and right, and said, "The location is right!" This is it! ”

The man jumped out of the crack as he spoke, this person was none other than Wu Wei, whose strength had been improved one step further. At this time, he was able to completely control his mind and no longer had any scruples.

Wu Wei jumped out of the spatial crack, and the crack behind him immediately healed, and he was also very surprised when he looked at the huge humanoid mecha around him.

"I didn't expect Phillips to do this! I'm a little better! After Wu Wei finished speaking, he released his soul power, and his body suddenly increased dozens of times, already the same size as those mechas, he held the destruction battle axe in his hand and rushed towards the nearest mecha.

Wu Wei rotated the tomahawk, and the mecha raised its shield to block, but it had no effect, the sharp tomahawk slashed through the mecha's body without any obstruction, and the mecha slowly cracked from it, a ball of flame rose, and a huge explosion resounded in all directions.

Dozens of mecha rushed towards Wu Wei, countless rays of light converged towards Wu Wei's body, and those mecha that were originally looking at Wu Wei lost their luster in front of Wu Wei, and a burst sound kept coming, each sound represented the fall of a mecha.

The monks from afar watched all this blankly, and now they were like a group of bystanders, neither attacking nor anyone attacking them, which was not a battle they could afford in the first place.

One of the masters muttered, "It's nothing more than the true god descending to earth, right?" ”

"Not as good as him." Master Song said slowly.

More than 100 mecha were vulnerable under Wu Wei's blow, and more than half of them were damaged in a short period of time.

Although there was a thick protective shield on the periphery of the steel base, Wu Wei didn't care, and clenched the battle axe with both hands, as if opening the world.

Wu Wei raised his arm and was about to cut it down again, when a huge roar sounded from the steel base, and a giant mecha with a height of ten feet rose from the ground.

"That's right! Don't be a shrunken turtle all the time! Wu Wei stopped his movements, rose into the air and waited quietly.

The rest of the mechs also stopped their death and returned to the steel base with the remaining fighters.

Phillips was confident, piloting this special mecha into the air, and he couldn't help but feel excited when he looked at Wu Wei, who was slightly smaller than himself in the distance.

"Wu Wei! Here you go! Today I'm going to convince you of defeat! ”

Wu Wei snorted coldly and killed the past!