Dazzling golden rays and dark blood qi each occupied half of the sky, and the threat of silent collision blocked others who wanted to approach from the battle circle that belonged only to the two of them. Where the two colors intersected, the patriarch of the blood clan, Chels, wielded a longbow and fought with the first marshal, and it was difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom for a while.

All around them, dark red arrows and ornate weapons burst towards each other from behind, two rain curtains intertwined, and sharp blades whistled and fell from the sky, attacking and defending at the same time, no matter who missed the slightest attack, they would become the target of the opponent.

But the two of them didn't seem to care about the rain of falling weapons, because they knew that the weapons in each other's hands were more dangerous than the rain in the sky.

The backhand turned the longbow condensed by blood, and the slender blood line that was barely visible to the naked eye cut through the air and collided with the huge scythe blade to make a tooth-aching friction sound, and almost at the same time, the longbow was slightly deformed and bounced away the sickle, and the patriarch turned the longbow again with a hook of his fingers, and swept away the slashing thief.

"Do you have to fight me in close quarters with a bow?" the First Marshal jumped a few meters backwards as he spoke, but the other man immediately wrapped around him like a piece of kraft candy, and the sharp bowstring once again forced her to swing the giant scythe she had just raised again, and with a loud roar, she waved her hand and stabbed at the door of Chels's face.

Turning around, he threw out a bow and pushed away the thief's blade, Chels took a strange step to the side to dodge a golden giant sword falling from the sky, and hurriedly grimaced at the marshal: "My intuition tells me that if I distance myself from you, I will be annoyed." ”

The marshal gritted his teeth and looked at Chels unhappily, wondering if the other party really chose to fight in such a close fight by instinct, but in any case, he couldn't give full play to his advantages in such a situation.

Although the first marshal is known as a martial god with his own martial arts, it is limited to human beings. The Chels in front of him obviously has a lot of attainments in martial arts, and the most troublesome thing is the talent he has as a blood clan patriarch. Beyond his own speed, beyond his own strength, and even his dynamic vision must be more acute than himself, in the face of such an opponent, Martial God understands that he can only distance himself from the other party, not by virtue of the strength of his own body but with the help of Wang Zhi's sigh.

But as soon as he turned on the most basic attack mode of Wang Zhi's sigh, the other party was entangled under the cover of the rain of arrows, and he couldn't shake it off. Knowing that the other party is stronger than him, he can only choose to fight hard, and this kind of battle makes the martial god feel very aggrieved.

And there is one thing that makes her very concerned, the other party is not using an ordinary sword to fight with her, but a bowstring. Thinking of the arrows in the sky behind Chels, the marshal always felt that there were some places that he had overlooked. The huge scythe whirled and flashed but was dodged by the strange loach-like figure of Chels, and the marshal took a deep breath and decided not to hesitate or be conservative anymore.

To be exact, subconsciously she didn't dare to procrastinate any longer.

"Then ...... So that you don't dare to come near again!"

Attracted by the crisp sound of weapons shaking in the sky, Chels raised his head slightly and confirmed it with his peripheral vision, only to find that at this time, all the golden vortices in the sky had been tilted invisibly, and all the weapons that showed the first half of the sky in the sky seemed to be pointed at the marshal himself?

Before he had time to think about it, the blades in the sky flashed and fell with a roar, and the dense variety of weapons fell from the sky like a hurricane, bursting out with a continuous roar.

A dense net of swords swirled around the marshal's body, and she took a stride instead of running towards Chels, the bladed dragon roaring and following, cutting a furrow in the ground full of weapons.

Chels frowned and jumped backwards. With a finger plucking the bowstring, the blood-colored arrows in the sky echoed towards the marshal, but the arrows that covered the sky and the sun could not stop the other party's pace at all.

"Chels, do you think it's because I have more spiritual weapons, or do you have more flesh and energy?" Bathed in the shower of weapons, the marshal smiled as he strode after Chels, "In other words, what do you think you have a chance of winning a protracted battle?"

"Are you crazy? the slightest mistake could even be dead yourself!" Chels shouted at the marshal as he retreated, even though those weapons were spit out of the opponent's spiritual weapons, but not only were they huge in number but also dragged extremely strange spiral trajectories, Chels really didn't believe that the other party could control them perfectly.

"Who do you think I am?"

The marshal's rhetorical question came from the storm of impermeable weapons, and Chels was stunned for a moment and then laughed, and the hands holding the longbow were faintly glowing with dark red blood: "I almost forgot, you are the martial god of mankind." ”

In the American branch, Cira anxiously looked at a brilliant sky in the distance and couldn't help but clench the dagger in her hand.

"Commander, the call of the US military. At that moment, a herald with a mobile phone rushed through the crowd to Cilla and reached out to hand the phone over.

Siela frowned, and as she raised her hand, she was about to push the herald's hand away as she walked towards the temporary headquarters in the church hall: "Let those fend for themselves, I don't have time to pay attention to the group of people who didn't know they had come to us until now to ask for help." ”

"It's the guy with the code name calling. ”

"Huh?" The outstretched hand paused slightly, and the impatient expression on Cila's face when she grabbed the phone had disappeared, "Sila, the first marshal of the Shield of Justice, may I ask?"

"It's finally getting through. Adjutant, you can't hear my voice?" a man's voice came from the other side of the phone, and he sighed as if he was still smoking, "Long story short. We've just rescued the president, but it looks like these guys are just miscellaneous fish, and the real fight is on your side. We're going to support the Navy guys right now, and we might be passing by you, do you need support?"

After thinking about the identity of the other party for a while, Sira suddenly realized, and some anxious feelings quickly calmed down: "Please come by!"

On the other side of the phone, the man who only buttoned his coat and used his military uniform as a cloak spit out a cigarette butt and crushed it vigorously, put down the phone and climbed onto the fighter plane on the side: "The little ones pack up their things and walk, if you have time, you can see the real battle, the real battle with the alien race!"

Beneath the warplane, there are mountains of blood slaves and monster corpses......