Chapter 422: Dongfang Tiandi Thirteen

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Wu Wei ignored the attack from the sky, only set aside a part of the strength to defend, and all the remaining strength was used to manipulate time, with his efforts, the platform slowly turned from a gaseous state to a solid state, and a familiar face on it reappeared in front of Wu Wei.

Everyone on the platform came back from the dead, as if they were in another world, Wu Wei's parents were also among them, they looked at their son who stood up to the sky and the earth, and cried loudly.

"Kid! You go! We don't need you to protect us. ”

Ten more beams of light shot down, and the destruction battle axe finally couldn't support it due to the loss of the power injected by Wu Wei, and turned into a burst of black mist and disappeared into the air.

Phillips laughed, "What's the use of you trying your best to save them?" Just one more hit! You're all gone into this world! ”

At this moment, thousands of lights flowed, tens of thousands of monks rushed over, tens of thousands of flying swords slashed towards the mecha that Phillips was riding like rain, and the dense striking sound was practiced together, and a large number of monks rushed towards Wu Wei, and they quickly formed a defensive circle above Wu Wei. Elder Song, who was presiding over the array, shouted loudly, "Wu Daoyou! You retreat one after another! It's up to us to keep it. ”

Wu Wei shook his head slightly, he knew the horror of that space weapon, even the protective magic array formed by tens of thousands of monks could not last a few times, those space weapons were far away in space, as long as these weapons were not removed, then Phillips would be invincible.

Phillips extended the energy shield in the cockpit to the entire mech, and although the energy consumption increased dramatically, he was already in control of the victory, and under his call, hundreds of humanoid mechs flew out.

At this time, ten beams of light shot down, and the defensive magic circle composed of tens of thousands of monks was crumbling, and nearly 10,000 monks were overdrawn and bleeding from their mouths and noses because of their mana.

"No! Retreat! This is my fight with him! Wu Wei persuaded.

Master Song frowned, his lips moved slightly, and after saying two words, the long sword in his hand was raised, and tens of thousands of monks scattered in all directions. While evading the pursuit of the humanoid mech, he fled in one direction.

Phillips laughed, he didn't let the humanoid mecha chase the monk, at this time he was already satisfied as long as he could kill Wu Wei.

Wu Wei's limbs trembled, and suddenly there was a shout from the platform below, and countless voices converged into two words: "Hurry up!" Come on! ”

Wu Wei smiled: "Don't worry! I can stand it! ”

There were ten more beams of light, Wu Wei's back was scorched black, Wu Wei slowly threw himself forward, his hands fell to the ground, and let Ran protect the platform under him, at this time he no longer had half of his strength, and he was completely relying on perseverance to insist.

Phillips was also surprised by Wu Wei's defensive power, he didn't expect Wu Wei's strength to reach this point, but after another thought, even if such strength was not still defeated in his own hands, he couldn't help but feel proud in his heart. Phillips drove the rickety mecha towards Wu Wei slowly, and he stopped in a relatively safe position. This is only more than 30 meters away from Wu Wei, but Wu Wei has no way to deal with him.

"I'm here just to witness this historic moment with my own eyes! It only takes 0.3 seconds. You have disappeared into this world with all the rebels. ”

Phillips smiled and waved his hand lightly, Wu Wei closed his eyes, but nothing happened, the space weapon did not react, and Phillips suddenly realized that the defensive shield on his body had disappeared.

Wu Wei opened his eyes, looked at Phillips, and said, "Wilted? ”

"Don't be happy! I'm do-it-yourself! Phillips said as he manipulated the broken mecha towards Wu Wei.

At this moment, a burst of spatial fluctuations came from Wu Wei's side, and the blood of Song Zhangmen flew out from the spatial crack, and there was a large tripod floating around him with seven-colored light.

As soon as Master Song raised his hand, a delicate seal flew towards Wu Wei, and Wu Wei spit out a mouthful of blood and directly wrapped the seal in it. In an instant, the seven-colored light on the Dading entered Wu Wei's body like a rainbow.

Wu Wei roared, his body quickly shrunk, turned into a flying sword, and rushed towards Phillips.

Phillips only felt a flower in front of him, and suddenly felt that the whole world was quiet, his body seemed to have lost all strength, and when he looked down, he found that he only had one head left, and the rest of his body had been smashed into powder by Wu Wei's flying sword.

Phillips suddenly heard the words of the old man in white: "That's it! That's it! An empty one, an empty one! ”