Of course, there are also people who muster their greatest courage at this time and kill each other.

Although the courage was commendable, the difference in strength between the two sides was too huge, and even the eight black-robed people who swallowed the sky flew out one after another under this powerful attack, and the blood stained the black robes red.

This battle was fought very bloodily and very down.

Even Leng Meiying didn't expect that this sword-wielding statue actually had such strength, and with its strength, I am afraid that even the seven cylinders would be three points weaker.

The divine dragon who had just devoured the four-armed giant beast core smiled bitterly, could it be that the power that had just recovered by eating the beast core in the mood of eating was about to be squandered?

This made Shenlong feel very hurt.

The people of the dragon group couldn't wait any longer, and they shot one after another, but their strength was not necessarily much stronger than that of the people who swallowed the sky, and they were knocked by the sword-wielding god like a big sword, and they immediately flew out, and most of them didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

With a light snort, Leng Meiying didn't dare to keep it anymore, and his body rushed out like a lotus arrow.

It's just that the moment he flew out, Leng Meiying scolded Feng Tianche fiercely in his heart.

This bastard says there's something to be done here, only to be waiting for this almost extinct opponent!

Even for Shang Yan Ruyu, Wang Hong and the like, Leng Meiying did not face the pressure of this sword-holding statue, this sword-holding statue was like a high mountain, making people feel powerless no matter how hard they tried.

Like Xuanyang, it may be easy to make a huge wound in this sword-wielding statue, but its strange red light makes people feel very helpless.

Leng Meiying's eyes were so sharp, and after watching the battle of Xuanyang and the others, he also understood, it was not difficult to damage this giant stone statue, as long as he had the strength of the Martial Emperor Realm, he could cause damage to it.

But it was even more difficult to make it unable to recover with its red light, at least until now, Leng Meiying hadn't seen any way to keep this red light from recovering the power of the sword-wielding idol.

Lianbai's figure floated down in front of the statue, flying as if there was no weight.

However, just after Leng Meiying entered the attack range of the sword-wielding god statue within a radius of ten zhang, the surroundings suddenly darkened, the white clouds in the sky disappeared, the temple in the distant mountains was gone, and the green grass under his feet could no longer be found.

At this time, it was as if he had once again passed through a teleportation array and reached another dimension, except for the sword-wielding statue in front of him, there was no trace of the same place as just now.

Leng Meiying became vigilant, and was just about to cast the Seven Cylinders and the Divine Dragon, but she tried twice, but it didn't work, and her call to them seemed to sink into the sea.

The sky is black, and the earth is also black, only the cold shadow is snow-white, and the giant stone god is shimmering red.

Leng Meiying's heart slowly sank.

What went wrong? How did you get into this strange space? What about the people around? Why can't I summon the Seven Cylinders and the Divine Dragon? They're all in their own air!

Without the Seven Cylinders and the Divine Dragon, Leng Meiying faced this sword-wielding statue by himself, and the winning rate was definitely not more than one percent!

I didn't have time to think about it, but when I was in the air, the sword holding the sword statue had already been slashed.