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The Ten Thousand Gods who rushed to the front grinned silently, holding the sword in both hands, holding the sword high above the top, the sword body was bathed in sunlight, and the scars on the sword body were extremely eye-catching.

Holding the sword in both hands, the body stretches naturally, like the most ordinary jumping slash.

From top to bottom, a sword slashes down.

There was no brilliance, no whistling sound, and the middle of the surging blood wall suddenly recessed, and countless broken bones and flesh shot out from the blood wall like a gushing blood rain.

The wall of blood split in two, revealing a gap more than ten feet wide.

Simon, who was beside the gods, looked unmoved, holding a miniature bow that looked like a child's toy. The bow is very small, but it is exceptionally well-made, and the cyan bow body is like two green snakes with their heads and tails intertwined, and the two snake heads are located at the ends of the bow, which just bite the ends of the bowstring. The bowstring is a very rare red, vivid red.

She followed the Grimace, not in the slightest intention of making a move.

He Nanshan, who was watching the battle from a distance, his face changed suddenly, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

That slash just now......

The man was ...... Fear of God!

He Nanshan suddenly felt a little dry mouth, and his heart was shocked, there are such strong people in the sky!

Today's strong people, Emperor Sheng and Dai Gang are side by side, and under the two, there are happy and red devils. Needless to say, Le Buleng's strength, although he has been defeated repeatedly, His Majesty thinks that he is the third in the world.

And the Red Devil, Ye Shuai personally told him that the strength of the Red Devil is second only to His Majesty, and he is the second person in the Kingdom of God. Looking at the world, it is probably only under the joy of not being cold.

But today, He Nanshan witnessed the majesty of the gods, and he realized that the strong people in the world thought more than he thought!

A little uneasiness rose in his heart.

Masters and masters are different, and the impact on the battlefield is also different. The slash just now, if it falls in the battle formation, will definitely be a heavy blow to morale. The master is the game-breaker of the local battlefield, and the strongest of the masters has even more amazing destructive power.

He suddenly felt that the speed of the battle formation assembly was a little slow, and he couldn't help but shout: "Speed up!"

At this moment, more than 1,000 people who swooped, dragging their long bare tails, crashed headlong into the wall of blood.

He Nanshan couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at this collision with some expectation. The scale of the blood wall is very large and very thick, and it is not easy for them to break through such a blood wall themselves. And the blood fowl is not afraid of death, as long as it does not die, it will frantically entangle the enemy.

The more than 200 people who rushed to the front suddenly roared in unison.

"Fear!"

The light around the two hundred was as dazzling as two hundred suns. The weapons in their hands buzzed and roared, as if echoing each other.

If Ai Hui saw this scene, he would definitely be surprised, because this was similar to his Thunder Sword. Their weapons are not the same, but their Yuan Force is echoing, and the rhythm is completely consistent.

More than 200 weapons were cut down at the same time.

The wall of blood exploded like a huge blood-colored firework, and hundreds of red blood streamed in all directions. In every stream of blood, you can see tumbling bloody birds and countless broken limbs and bones.

Under the face, the wall of blood shattered!

The remaining fearful warriors fell to the ground like a heavy hammer.

Bang!

You can clearly see from the sky, just around the place where the Fears landed, the dirt on the ground was like soft water waves, rising and falling.

The blood beast that rushed towards the Dreadnought Department ran wildly along the ground, standing unsteadily on the folded dirt of the water, rolling into a ball.

When the blood beasts got back up, the hideousness on their faces vanished, and their eyes were full of horror and fear. They whimpered under their breath, suddenly exploded, and turned and fled in all directions. The blood beasts used to charge the battle have a violent temperament and low intelligence, but their intuition is not dull. They instinctively felt that the small group of people in front of them was extremely dangerous, and that they were further up the food chain

Fear of existence.

He Nanshan's face became extremely ugly, and the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger, and he sensed danger.

In the camp, there are still fighters coming out of the tents, and only about fifty percent of the soldiers who have completed the assembly are completed.

Time is too short!

He had thought that the wall of blood would be able to hold back the enemy for at least a moment, so that they could use a moment to complete the assembly. They are well-trained, and if they are given a moment's time, they will be able to complete the assembly.

More than two hundred Feared Warriors, two hundred and seventy-four to be exact.

Their movements were uniform, and they slammed on the ground, and the ground with a radius of fifty zhang was like being pressed down by an invisible palm, forming a perfect circular deep pit, as if it was pressed by a mold.

Two hundred and seventy-four figures rose into the air at the same time, drawing a graceful parabola, like a stone bullet thrown by a catapult, and threw themselves towards the fortifications at the edge of the camp!

He Nanshan blurted out: "Stop them!"

Although the soldiers stationed in the garrison were panicked in their hearts, the daily hard training had long been imprinted into their bodies. The captain of the blood cultivator in the fortifications roared angrily: "Attack!"

One by one, pitch-black balls shot out and exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist and spreading. A dense mist of blood instantly enveloped the front of the fortifications.

The blood mist bomb refined by the Beast Gu Palace, the permeated blood mist contained severe poison, which did not cause any harm to blood cultivation, but it was extremely fatal to Yuan Xiu.

However, the Divine Fear Department once again shocked the Blood Cultivators, and they roared from the blood mist, unscathed.

Rumble!

The exact same attack as before, like a thunderous hammer, smashed into the towering fortifications on the edge of the camp.

A gap of more than fifty zhang wide appeared in the towering fortifications.

The two ends of the notch are so neat that they seem to have been cut out with a knife, and the ground is concave for several feet, and the blood stains of flat bricks and tiles can be faintly seen inside.

The Ten Thousand Gods raised their heavy swords, grinned at the panicked Blood Cultivator in the camp, and then walked towards the interior of the camp.

He didn't walk fast, as if he were strolling leisurely.

The huge camp was silent, and everyone's throat seemed to be choked by a palm.

One by one, the indifferent figures followed the fear of all gods and letters.

Ping!

A crisp sound of glass shattering broke the silence, and the blood-colored light curtain that shrouded the sky above the camp shattered. Countless blood-colored fragments fluttered one after another, like blood stained with fluttering goose feathers and snow.

The bleak and sad atmosphere enveloped the camp.

Just being trampled through the camp like this, being so frightened that they didn't dare to move, or being ridiculed and ironized countless times by them.

Everyone immediately turned red-eyed, they never lacked courage and no less pride, they were not rookies who had just entered the battlefield, they never thought that they should fail.

"Kill!"

A squad that had already been assembled, the captain roared, and the leading soldiers rushed towards the walking gods. They know that in front of the enemy, they are like praying mantis blocking the car, but there are comrades who are assembling behind them!

There is no noble faith, only a bloody courage in the chest and a pride that has long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow. You can be defeated, you can die, but you can't tolerate putting your face in the dirt and letting the enemy trample on it at will.

Several other squads also pounced at the same time.

All they want is to be able to hold off the enemy for a moment, even for a breath!

Pantheon showed a hint of appreciation, but his footsteps did not stop, still as if he were strolling leisurely. The two Yuan Xiu beside him greeted him.

Two Yuan Xiu, one on the left and one on the right, were like two bulls, rushing into the enemy.

The guillotine picked up by the big man on the left seemed to be harvesting wheat, and the self-proclaimed elite blood warrior was as fragile as wheat in front of the sword light. With a single shot, the entire squad was scattered, leaving corpses and wounded all over the ground.

The silver spear in the hand of the man on the right is like a pear blossom, elusive. Constantly blooming in the throat and heart of the enemy, the blood cultivates a strong body, and it cannot stop the fatal damage.

The gods were as if they had not seen the corpses on the ground and the enemies that had swooped down on them.

His gaze was firmly locked on He Nanshan in the distance, and his steps were firm, walking towards the other party step by step.

There are constantly war departments, coming towards him from all directions!

And the Yuan Xiu around him was also like a tiger out of the cage, pounced on the enemy.

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

At this point, the two sides engaged in short-handed combat, and the battle situation was extremely tragic. The Gods soon found that there were more and more enemies around them, and they were surrounded by water. The enemy had completely abandoned the battle formation and rushed towards them like a tidal wave.

Ten Thousand Gods stopped, he raised the heavy sword in his hand high, and shouted: "Divine Fear!"

Yuan Xiu, who was fighting with the enemy, suddenly retreated and gathered around the Ten Thousand Gods.

They raised their weapons in unison and roared in unison: "Fear!"

The weapons roared in unison, and the light around them suddenly skyrocketed, and the blood cultivators who rushed over were like hitting an iron wall, and when they landed, they only felt a force that they could not resist coming, and their heads were stunned, and their bodies were bounced away.

"Fear!"

Wan Shenwei and his comrades behind him roared in unison, and the heavy sword in his hand slashed down.

Two hundred and seventy-four Yuan Forces, roaring and converging, turned into a terrifying sword ray, fiercely forward.

There were blood cultivators in all directions, but the blood cultivators in front were the most intensive, and everyone knew that the target of the Ten Thousand Gods was Lord He Nanshan!

The dense crowd made the power of this sword vividly displayed.

Rumble!

The thick and cold huge sword light broke into the dense crowd at one end.

The earth splattered to both sides along with severed limbs and flesh, and huge swords plowed deep into the ground, destroying and decaying everywhere they passed, and flesh flew sideways.

A flesh and blood path with a width of more than five zhang appeared in front of the Ten Thousand Gods.

This sword pierces the front position!

All the blood cultivators along the way all died with a whimper. There was a brief shock from the surrounding blood cultivators, but the next moment, they pounced even more frantically towards the Divine Fear!

All kinds of blood rained down on the Fear.

The gods suddenly crouched down slightly, and the other warriors seemed to hear the order, and everyone bent their knees slightly.

Exhale and speak!

What kind of scene is the scene of two hundred and seventy-four people exhaling at the same time, just like thunder on the ground, the turbulent Yuan Force fluctuations, converging into a circular shock wave.

The body of the blood cultivator who was close stiffened, as if he had been slapped with a stick.

The Ten Thousand Gods Fear soared into the air with the Divine Fear, like an ancient desolate beast that had broken free from its chains, and rushed towards the distant Henan Mountain.