"Boom—"

The huge hand with a length of a thousand meters was pressed, and the space was pressed and distorted, and the terrifying wind pressure caused the grassland under the palm to collapse, the ground cracked, and the golden aura emanating from Ji Shuisheng's body was blown away, as if a layer of golden mist covered the grassland.

The people in the city couldn't see Ji Shuisheng's figure, but they saw the blood-colored giant palm like a mountain falling from the sky, and in front of the giant palm, everyone could feel their own insignificance, like an ant.

Looking up at the blood-colored giant palm that was pressing overhead, Ji Shuisheng gritted his teeth and didn't dodge, with his speed, he could travel thousands of kilometers in an instant, but he couldn't escape, if this palm fell, it would definitely endanger the walls of the Central City, so he had to shake it hard!

"God of War Hold on to Yourself!"

Ji Shuisheng clasped his hands together and roared angrily, his voice shocked the sky, even the players and civilians in the city could hear it clearly, and shook everyone's heartstrings, and at the same time, Ji Shuisheng's body once again burst out with a rich golden aura, and the aura rolled and in the blink of an eye, a figure about 100 meters tall was condensed.

This humanoid is headless, holding an axe in his right hand and a shield in his left hand, and his body is burly, but his true face cannot be seen clearly by the golden light of his body, but the momentum exuded from his body is extremely amazing, and he has the momentum of cutting through the heavens and the earth.

Xingtian and the Emperor of Heaven competed for God, the emperor cut off his head, and buried the mountain of sheep. It is a punishment day with milk as the eye, the umbilicus as the mouth, and the and Qi dance.

Crazy Wudao looked at the God of War Law condensed on Ji Shuisheng's body and was stunned, but the blood-colored giant palm had already been suppressed, and the God of War Xingtian, who was transformed from golden Wenqi, put the Ganqi in his hand on top of his head, and the giant axe was under the giant shield. The sound of "dang" was terrifying and piercing, and everyone in the western part of Central City felt a tingling pain in their eardrums. Powerful writers also have tinnitus that varies from Cheng dù.

"Boom—"

The terrifying wind pressure set off a sandstorm, and the dust swept away in all directions from Ji Shuisheng's center, and at the same time, the ground under his feet collapsed, as if a ten-magnitude earthquake, Xingtian's body was upright against the blood-colored giant palm, even if he was a hundred meters tall, but he looked so weak under the blood-colored giant palm that was thousands of meters long and five hundred meters wide.

"I'm underestimating you. There is actually a Xingtian inheritance. ”

Crazy Wudao looked at the golden figure under the giant palm with interest and muttered, but no one heard his words.

The sandstorm caused by the wind pressure was tens of meters high, and it hit the walls of the Central City with an unstoppable momentum like a torrent. With a bang, hundreds of players in front of the city gate were directly submerged, and the black-armored soldiers on the city wall also covered their faces with their sleeves.

Ji Shuisheng, whose face was obscured by his black hair, revealed a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at the madness in the sky, he had not tried to be so angry and ashamed today for a long time. As the Crowned Heavenly War King, he was suppressed by demons in front of Central City. His self-esteem was deeply hit.

In a fit of rage, his body slowly stood up, and the compelling golden aura erupted from his body irrepressibly, and a vague glyph of water chestnuts appeared behind him.

Fatherless and motherless since childhood, he was bullied before becoming a literati, and when he burst out with a demonic talent that shocked countless people, he swore that he would never be bullied again, and as his strength flew faster, he became more and more arrogant, his eyes were empty, and he even had the heart of usurping the throne. As soon as this thought came to him, he could not stop it, and the dragon chair in his palace showed his wolf ambition. But only his cronies have seen it.

The five great feudal kings only had one day not to betray the emperor, and he Ji Shuisheng did not dare to rebel, because he was not the opponent of the feudal king, and now the sudden madness disturbed his leisurely peace, and his terrifying strength even made him feel palpitations.

"It's impossible for this king to lose!"

Ji Shuisheng gritted his teeth and said, the voice was only heard by him, and at the same time, the glyph behind him was finally condensed, and it was a golden reverse word!

He actually has four words!

Since this inverse character is 20 meters long and wide, and it is even growing, the video ball can also clearly transmit this picture to the eyes of countless players, and as soon as the picture is closer, the eyes of all players watching the live broadcast are about to pop out!

There really are four words! Is there really no limit to the number of words?

After seeing Ji Shuisheng condense the fourth word, Crazy Wudao slowly raised his right hand, seeing that his gesture was ready to press on a palm again, the same Tu Cangsheng level of Cunzài, Crazy Wudao can stabilize Ji Shuisheng, who is Ji Shuisheng? He is the king of the Heavenly Army, and he is a well-known existence in the entire world of the Age of Words.

After this battle alone, no matter whether Crazy Wudao can destroy Miè Central City or not, his reputation will reach another peak!

Countless people in the city were nervously looking at the crazy Wudao in the sky, Ji Shuisheng's unyielding roar resounded throughout the whole heaven and earth, and everyone could hear it, but everyone could see that Ji Shuisheng was not a crazy opponent at all, he was just struggling now.

Is Central City really going to be destroyed by madness?

The nightmare came so quickly that countless people in the city couldn't believe it, especially those who had just entered the game, how could this be different from what they imagined?

You must know that now you can only enter the game and can't exit, if the central city is destroyed, they will also have to be slaughtered, and the slaughter of the city is not crazy and unreasonable.

At this time, there were many famous players in the Western District, such as Sword Death, Chengnan Chenghuang Ye, Nan Mingfeng, Between the Clouds, Emptiness, Spirit, etc., almost all of the top 100 Wen Qianglu were here, they stood on the eaves and looked up at the crazy Wudao like gods, and everyone's face was shocked like never before, which was better than when they faced the First Emperor of Hua.

If Central City is destroyed, most of the players in Asia will be killed or injured, which is definitely an unprecedented terrorist attack, considering that more than 10,000 players have died once.

"The Evil King......

Dressed in a black suit, Jian Yan stood on the rubble of a tall building and looked up at Crazy Wudao, his face was full of unwillingness, and his right hand holding the Sword Venerable at his waist was trembling even more, not only him, but also other players began to despair.

No one wants to die, especially the top 100 celebrities in Wen Qianglu, once they die, the fame and fortune they have gained will be wiped out, and then banned by the latecomers.

Among the group of female players on the street, Ai Qing'er was among them, and her little face was also full of panic, but compared to the panic of the other women around her, she was quite calm, but she was also desperate in her heart.

In such a desperate situation, no one can save her, even if it is alone, the crazy and powerless has surpassed mortals, and the players can only stand and wait for death, there is no other way, as for why the player does not flee from the city wall, it is because the soldiers on the city wall have already given the order to die, and whoever dares to abandon the city will be beheaded on the ground.

"Aluo, it's good that you're not in Central City......"

Ai Qing'er's pupils reflected the blood-colored sky, and she muttered with a reluctant smile on her face, but for some reason her heart was empty. (To be continued......)