A hundred miles away from the defense line, the Divine Spirit Department temporarily camped was inexplicably excited.

The temptation of Kunlun Tianfeng and Duanmu Dusk just now was captured by the preoccupied divine sacrifice for the first time.

"My lord, the [Fireworks Lock] is very effective!"

He Nanshan has always been paying attention to the effect of the fireworks lock, and put a heart back in his stomach, but his face did not show joy, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't be too happy, the other party is just tempting." Whether you can stop the windmill sword or not, you have to try it to know. ”

The god priest was full of confidence: "The windmill sword will never break through the [Fireworks Lock]!"

Fireworks lock long in the sky.

In order to deal with the windmill sword of the Thunder Sword, the gods and spirits racked their brains and worked together, and more than two hundred plans were proposed. And [Fireworks Lock] is the best solution selected from these two hundred schemes.

For example, the ability to withstand thunder, thunder is the nemesis of blood cultivation, and there is almost no solution. He Nanshan and the others were unable to completely solve the threat of thunder, but the ability of [Fireworks Lock] to withstand thunder was greatly enhanced.

The morale of the gods and spirits was greatly boosted, and they couldn't wait to be ashamed.

The harassment of the Thunder Sword was annoying, but they were helpless, there was no way at all, and they suffered a lot of losses. For so long, he can only be a turtle with a shrunken head, which can be described as a great shame for this group of arrogant soldiers, and he has long been holding back a fire in his heart.

A petal that floated in front of He Nanshan's eyes suddenly shattered and turned into a wisp of smoke.

He Nanshan's pupils shrank, and he muttered to himself: "It's here!"

The soldiers of the Divine Spirit Department were silent, full of anticipation.

Just now it was just a temptation on the other side, and then it was time to see the real chapter. After fighting for so long, the gods and spirits have long been without the slightest contempt, and the strength of the opposite side is definitely not inferior to them. Any little contempt may bring them a catastrophe, and the divine wolf who destroyed the whole army is a lesson from the past.

Puff puff.

The sound of petals shattering is very slight.

But when the petals flying everywhere in the mountains and fields were innumerable, and the petals were shattered at the same time, countless subtle cracking sounds gathered, and the scene was extremely spectacular. The gods and soldiers trembled inexplicably, and their hairs stood on end, as if a small electric current was spreading and exploding on their skin.

Countless red smoke exploded in the air, like countless red flowers blooming.

There is no wind in the wilderness, and the air is quiet and solid. However, the red smoke that had just exploded invariably drifted in the direction of the Yuan Xiu defensive line, and they tore out bright red diagonal lines in the air.

They came so fiercely that in the snap of a finger, the wild sky was obscured.

They went so quickly that in the blink of an eye, the sky was clear again, and the wilderness was empty again.

He Nanshan's eyes were closed, carefully feeling what was happening a hundred miles away. He knew very well that dealing with the Windmill Sword was a problem they had to solve, otherwise, they would always be shrouded in the shadow of the Windmill Sword, trembling in the overwhelming sound of the sword. What's even more terrifying is that if the windmill sword is widely promoted, the kingdom of God will fall into greater passivity.

Come on, Windmill Sword!

He shouted silently in his heart, a flame was burning, and his fighting spirit was high. He had enough mental preparation, the damage caused by the windmill sword must be very amazing, and the counterattack of the thunder sword must be extremely fierce. But he believed that the [Firework Lock] would definitely be able to withstand the impact of the Windmill Sword, wiping away its violent and astonishing power, like an impenetrable and unbreakable net, entwining and trapping the fierce beast of the Windmill Sword.

The final victory must be for their gods...... Well!

Something doesn't seem right......

Windmill Sword ......

No! Not a windmill sword!

He Nanshan opened his eyes suddenly, those deep and ordinary eyes that couldn't see joy and anger, but at this moment, they showed inexplicable panic and helplessness.

The terrible screams of a priest rang in his ears, breaking the silence.

A large stream of blood foamed out of the mouth of the god sacrifice, sprinkled with white and luxurious god sacrifice robes, his usual graceful and elegant face was distorted and hideous, his eyes were full of fear, as if he had seen the devil of hell, he screamed incoherently: "No! not the windmill sword! not the windmill sword......

The group of black swords rushed into the wilderness, like a group of ferocious black sharks breaking into the sea of blood.

There are many black swords, but they are nothing compared to the smoke that obscures the sky. If you look down from the depths of the sky, you will see a huge red monster covering the land, slowly wriggling, converging towards the position of the windmill sword.

What the soldiers on the defense line could see was that the blood-colored smoke was getting thicker and thicker, like substance, and now it was so bright that it even seemed to ooze blood. More and more smoke is coming in from all directions.

Compared to the scene of Kunlun Tianfeng and Duanmu Dusk's temptation just now, it is a hundred times more spectacular!

Just when everyone thought that the battle between the blood-colored smoke and the black sword was about to begin, a startling scene happened.

The bright smoke actually dripped bright red blood drops, like a saturated cumulonimbus cloud.

More and more blood droplets.

It was raining in the sky, and it was raining red blood.

The rain of blood was like a curtain, and wisps fell from the sky, enveloping the wilderness. Soon, the rain became heavier and heavier, crackling, and turning into a torrential downpour. It's as if a big wound has been cut in the sky, indescribably weird.

What's even more strange is that the black sword is suspended vertically in the torrential blood rain, and the tip of the sword is pointing downward, like a forest, and it does not move at all.

When the bean-sized blood dripped near the Black Sword, it suddenly seemed to lose all its weight and floated around the Black Sword Forest like a feather. The blood droplets turned into large or small round blood beads, bright and clear.

The number of blood beads increased at an alarming rate, and when the last drop of blood dropped, the sky could no longer see a wisp of smoke, and the blue sky appeared again above everyone's heads, and the empty wilderness appeared again in everyone's field of vision.

And the number of blood beads around the Black Sword Forest was extremely amazing, they were densely packed and countless, and the most edge extended five or six miles away, like a blood-colored galaxy stretching in the night sky.

Boom!

A sword roar came from the Sword Forest, and they began to spin slowly.

The impenetrable blood beads around the Sword Forest seemed to be urged by an invisible force, and they also slowly rotated.

It's like a galaxy turning, like a group of stars arching over the moon.

The indescribable vastness of the breath spread like ripples, and the surface of the round and clear blood beads was covered with a trace of fine ripples, like a lake wrinkled by the wind.

Wisps of faint black smoke began to rise from the surface of the blood beads.

The black smoke was eerie, it just came out and then disappeared. With such a large number of blood beads, the black smoke produced could not form a smoke screen, and compared to the blood-colored smoke that covered the sky just now, it seemed to be the other extreme.

The blood beads shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and some completely turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Some of the blood beads were left with a silver shimmer.

The small glimmer is as fine as dust, and the poor strength is even difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. A larger shimmer, about the size of a grain of rice, emits a soft shimmer.

The sparse spots of light were really shabby compared to the astonishing scale of the blood-colored galaxy just now.

But the soft and pure smell is very different from the sweet and weird smell just now.

A melodious sword roar rang out from the black sword forest.

Large and small points of light, hearing the sound of the sword, like soldiers hearing orders, rushed towards the sword forest in unison.

The black forest composed of more than 10,000 black swords is like a void that devours all things, devouring large and small points of light. The point of light that flew into the sword forest was quickly swallowed by the black sword.

Everything happened too fast.

When everyone reacted, all the smoke, the blood rain, the blood droplets, and the points of light all disappeared, only the black sword forest suspended in mid-air.

The black sword forest trembled slightly, falling apart, and they turned into a swimming dragon, circling around for a while, and then returned to the windmill sword.

Those who witnessed this scene had the illusion that these black swords were like beasts that had not eaten enough, and they couldn't find new prey after looking around.

Doo doo doe!

Like rain hitting plantains, the black sword reinserted the sword tower. The position of each black sword is exactly the same as just now.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground.

Duanmu's eyes widened at dusk, and his eyes seemed to fall to the ground at any time, what the hell is this?

Kunlun Tianfeng was stunned, what kind of swordsmanship is this, why can't he understand it at all?

Ai Hui's expression was embarrassed and he touched his nose, he didn't expect this to be the case. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Shi Xueman's small hand covering his mouth, his face was full of surprise and disbelief, he felt dark in his heart again, and coughed lightly and was about to say something very imposing: "That ......"

The sudden sound suddenly sounded, startling Ai Hui.

The earth-shattering cheers resounded through the defensive line.

Ai Hui smiled and gestured to Shi Zhiguang, who was excited.

Windmill Sword, go!

The camp of the gods was dead silent at this time, and the soldiers were dejected. Several priests fell in pools of blood, some with wide eyes, some with shocked faces, but almost all of them had no breath, and only one of them still had a breath.

In order to be able to perceive and control the [Fireworks Lock] to a certain extent, these priests were selected and left their own soul imprints on the [Fireworks Lock].

The [Fireworks Lock] was broken, and they were attacked on the spot, and their vitality was cut off.

The only surviving priest was pale, his pupils dilated, his expression confused and frightened, and he repeated the words hysterically.

"Your Majesty, it's Your Majesty'......"

In the dead silence, his voice was so clear that the whole camp could hear it.

The fear of the unknown spread, the camp began to stir, and the expressions of the soldiers began to become strange, confused, and fearful......

Syllable.

A combat boot stepped on the head of the god sacrifice, and the head of the god burst like a watermelon, and the hysterical sound came to an abrupt end.

He Nanshan's face sank like water: "Evil words confuse the public, and their crimes should be beheaded!"

His gaze was sharp, slowly sweeping the whole camp, and everywhere his gaze passed, the soldiers lowered their heads one after another, their faces full of shame.

He Nanshan snorted coldly: "If Your Majesty were here, you would have cut off your heads just now!"

Everyone's faces turned red, and they were even more ashamed.

He Nanshan's face was slightly pale, and his eyes flashed fiercely: "The enemy is coming, all prepare for battle!"

Everyone looked up, the fear and fear just now disappeared without a trace, and the battle spirit was high-spirited and promised: "Yes!"