Dead silence, utter dead silence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The news from the rear was like a thunderbolt from the sky, shaking everyone's head and leaving their faces colorless.

Ye Shuai and Nangong Wupian were hijacked by the Divine Fear Verdict!

The chill to the bones almost enveloped their whole bodies, and everyone's hands and feet were cold. Without the slightest preparation, he fell to the bottom of the abyss, and all the future suddenly became gray.

No one spoke, and everyone was still under the shock of this terrible news, and they couldn't come back to their senses.

The warrior of the Divine Spirit Department who delivered the message lay on the ground, his face full of shame. No matter from which point of view, this time it was the Ministry of Gods who stabbed the big basket. When Helian radical scolded his own radical just now, he didn't even dare to refute it.

For half an hour, no one spoke in the tent, and everyone was in a trance, and there was deathly silence.

Helian Tianxiao finally eased up a little, his face was still ugly, but his eyes regained a glimmer of light, and his voice was hoarse: "Have the other war departments notified?"

The warrior of the Divine Spirit Department lying on the ground gritted his teeth and said, "They have sent messengers!"

Helian Tianxiao then asked, "Have you sent a messenger to Your Majesty?"

"It's not too late to ...... yet"

Helian Tianxiao was furious and stood up: "At this time, you are still lucky, are you fools when you are Your Majesty?"

The messenger trembled and did not dare to speak.

Helian Tianxiao sat back in his chair, and suddenly, he was a little dazed. How could a good situation come to be? How angry were they at that time, and what about the wall of the North Sea? Wasn't it under their feet, in ashes?

Since when did the battle get confusing?

Beihai Department ......

From the time Zhenshen Peak exploded, Ye Shuai was injured and unconscious. His Majesty sent Nangong Wupian to plant the heart of the gods. Even so, everyone felt that the battle situation was nine out of ten. Even if the Flame Flower Blood Department was annihilated by the Heavy Cloud Spear, they still felt that the overall situation was fine.

They laughed at the depravity and decay of the Council of Elders, but they laughed at the Divine Fear Ruling countless times and robbed Ye Shuai and Nangong Wupiao.

The tide of battle turned abruptly.

Helian Tianxiao suddenly had four words in his mind, and the trapped beast was still fighting.

The Council of Elders is decayed, degenerate, and crumbling, but the accumulation of thousands of years, the last afterglow, is still so dazzling!

A sudden anger rose in his heart, they were strong and strong, they were brave, and they were played with and applauded by the enemy!

"Command the whole army! Rush to the Pearl Wind Bridge at full speed!"

He stood up, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Leave the matter of saving people to others." Since we are the vanguard, let's attack first. ”

The blank gazes of the generals under his command were in full view.

He said coldly: "Everyone, when it's time to fight hard, get ready and die on the battlefield!"

Windmill sword.

Everyone stood side by side, feeling the speed of the wind and lightning, watching the ground retreat at an astonishing speed, and the windmill sword was like a sharp sword, cutting through the wind and clouds.

The iron soldier sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect that there is such a fast flying thing in this world! I saw the phantom before, and I already felt powerful, but I knew it by experiencing it firsthand, this speed is really invincible in the world!"

Volcano Venerable said: "As soon as this thing comes out, Cloud Wing will fall behind. ”

Xiaoshan's expression seemed indifferent, but his heart was actually shocked. Listening to the wind department, after evaluating the speed of the windmill sword, they came to the conclusion that the speed of the windmill sword was about fifty percent faster than that of Yunyi. If they experience it firsthand, they will know how ridiculous this conclusion is.

Such a terrible speed, completely subversive!

If Tianxin City knew the true speed of the windmill sword, would they be able to sleep so peacefully?

Speed is the eternal pursuit of human beings. Whether it is personal strength or the war department, the pursuit of speed has always spared no effort. Only fast is not broken, it is a wise saying.

Although he didn't know the true combat effectiveness of the windmill sword, he had a hunch that the appearance of the windmill sword would definitely have a profound impact on the current war model.

Although he didn't know exactly what the effect was, the hunch was unusually strong.

Shi Xueman suddenly turned her face, her eyes were shining: "The spear of Chongyun will also have a windmill sword in the future." ”

Ai Hui coughed lightly and dragged a long tail note: "The windmill sword is very expensive......"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Tie Niu starting to move her wrist, and her heart jumped, if she was beaten by Tie Niu in front of so many people, it would be too embarrassing!

When Ke Ning on the side heard this, he hurriedly said: "My lord, our tower artillery alliance also needs it!"

Kenin felt like he was in a dream. What he fears most now is that he wakes up, it is really a dream. Looking at the luxurious lineup of the Tower Artillery Alliance now, he couldn't think of it, and he was worried that it would be a cannon fodder alliance before.

His mind is nimble, otherwise he wouldn't be so obsessed with tower art. Riding the windmill sword, his head began to spin after being deeply shocked by the experience. If this windmill sword is not a sword tower, but a tower cannon?

Ai Hui stiffly pressed the urge to kick this guy down, and said without saltiness: "There are not so many sword masters." ”

He suddenly snorted, then turned around and shouted at Shi Zhiguang at the end of the sword: "To the left!"

Everyone was attracted by Ai Hui's actions, and they all looked to the left, but they didn't see anything. Xiao Shan, who was the strongest, also showed a look of doubt, and he also didn't notice anything.

The windmill sword drew a graceful arc in the sky.

The atmosphere on the windmill sword suddenly became tense.

About two hundred miles away from the Divine Wolf camp, a Divine Wolf's sentry team was patrolling. They sat on the back of Tie Hongling, their expressions relaxed, their squinted eyes occasionally flashing with alertness.

"I'm really convinced! Thunder Razor is actually more terrifying than us! Look at those fleeing war departments, are we actually going to rescue Tianxin City?"

"Haha, we were supposed to rescue them. ”

Someone snorted coldly: "What's good about Yuan Xiu? ”

It was cold all of a sudden, although everyone is now a blood cultivator, but they are basically from Yuan Xiu. Time has made everyone accept a new identity, but there is blood and a lot of painful memories in it. This kind of topic will always inadvertently reveal scars that seem to have been forgotten for a long time.

The captain noticed that the atmosphere had deteriorated, and said, "There is no difference between Yuan Xiu and Shen Xiu. But the Council of Elders and His Majesty are superior and inferior. It's not wrong to say that we're going to rescue them. The Council of Elders is incompetent, and the sky is already in the waning sky. But our kingdom is thriving. In this world, it is still in the hands of capable people, so that everyone can live a good life. Look at the Thunder Razor, such a war department has become the pillar of the Council of Elders, it can be seen how rotten they are!"

The words lifted the low morale.

Whether they want to or not, their current identity as blood cultivators cannot be changed. Just like pain, it can be forgotten, but it can't go away. There is always a reason to live, there is always a reason to fight.

Today's kingdom of God is like the sun in the sky, and the dazzling light covers all the scars.

The kingdom of God firmly believes that the world belongs to them. Like those faithful soldiers, they firmly believe that the birth of the blood of God is to reshape a new world. Those pains are only an inevitable part of the process of reshaping the world.

The captain was very satisfied with his encouragement of morale, Tie Hongling under him trembled rapidly, he hurriedly raised his head, only to see a bright light flashing in the distance, and he shouted: "There is a situation!"

The light came so quickly that it magnified rapidly in their eyes.

The captain's pupils shrank, and he shouted: "It's a sword!

The iron red feather wings under him violently exerted force, rolling rapidly in the air, and the amazing whistling brushed his body, and the cold stimulated the hairs on his body to stand on end.

A scream rang out from behind him, and one of the soldiers was unable to dodge, and was sliced in half by the sword and his mount.

The captain's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and without saying a word, he urged the Tie Hongling under him to fly forward, his chest burning with anger. The rest of the team, who followed, were all angry. They didn't encounter any decent obstacles along the way, and this was the first time their team had suffered losses.

Soon, a strangely shaped thing appeared in their field of vision.

What is that?

Just when everyone was confused, the captain suddenly remembered that this thing had appeared in the phantom pod they had seized before.

He blurted out, "Sword of Thunder!"

Everyone was stunned, just now I talked about the Sword of Thunder, and it turned out that this was encountered?

But no matter what, the death of a comrade-in-arms is in front of you, and this revenge must be avenged!

The flying object was a little strangely shaped, but they were not afraid. To be able to serve as a sentinel, they must be the elite of the war department, all of them have outstanding strength and rich combat experience. And the previous momentum also made them full of confidence. Just a few days ago, they had raided a war department, and just one small team caused the rout of the Yuan Xiu war department.

The captain said in a deep voice: "Split attack!"

All the outposts immediately dispersed, like a goddess scattering flowers, and swooped down towards the Thunder Sword from different directions.

On the windmill sword, Gu Xuan was scolded by Ai Hui to the point of blood.

"With such a loud sword, just hit one, how have you cultivated recently?"

Ai Hui made an impromptu decision just now and decided to let Gu Xuan take command. Isn't this an excellent opportunity to train troops? Although the Thunder Sword is much better than before, the number of actual battles is only a handful, and it is just right for them to practice their hands.

As a result, seeing that Gu Xuan's sword actually only hit one person, he couldn't help it.

Gu Xu was in a cold sweat, and the other team members were also numb in their scalps, and now Ai Hui's prestige is growing, and everyone's awe of him is deepening day by day. They are especially afraid of hearing the word "cultivation" pop out of the boss's mouth, and the appearance of these two words usually means that they will be punished for training.

Gu Xuan shouted: "Cheer up!"

When he watched the boss conduct, he felt very relaxed, but when he conducted by himself, he found that it was not so easy.

Today, in front of so many people, if you mess up, you will lose face for the boss......

Gu Xuan shuddered.