A large amount of mouth, as if the ice and snow met the sunlight and quickly dissipated.

And between that mouth and nose, there was a dense cloud of sword qi, knife qi, ice picks, rockets, vine thorns, curses, and poisonous gas...... Layer upon layer, forming a large net, trapping it in it, with nowhere to escape.

All kinds of methods echo each other, like a piece of colorful smoke, like a cage, completely wrapping the "response".

It was quiet all around, the war was almost over, and the "Echo Voice" was already dying, and its body writhed extremely slowly, as if it was going to fight again.

But what answered him was more filth.

The sound of rattling echoed through the hall.

Watching the huge shadow disappear quickly, the three living humans breathed a sigh of relief without sorrow or joy.

It's like venting the shadow that has been pressing on all human heads all these years!

In front of him, there was a piece of golden armor, and there were broken corpses, some of these corpses had become corpses, some corpses had rotted, and some corpses still had some temperature left on them, but those corpses that were burning with flames had completely disappeared.

His ankles were already stained red with human blood.

The eyes of the human race, in the muddy blood, slowly opened, and the broken knife and broken spear in his hand reflected his pupils, and it seemed that he also sensed the result of this battle.

The remaining three humans, at the same time, raised their hands and closed their eyes.

Their bodies are also full of scars.

Each of them had deep wounds visible to the bones, and some had their abdomen cut open, and filthy blood flowed from their limbs and bones.

However, the momentum on their bodies is constantly improving, and they have become extremely terrifying, and they are all at the level of Palm Dao Immortal Generals.

This is not an ordinary Immortal Officer!

At this moment, a human man looked around and said, "The three of us are still alive, and there are still three places left. ”

Hearing this, the human on the left stepped forward and did not speak.

Seeing this scene, the person who spoke and the person on the right immediately understood, and each took a step back and stood behind the person, full of momentum, with a posture of wanting to move at any time!

The human who stood up just now also looked extremely serious, his eyes were like torches, staring at the "response", but he never moved.

At this moment, an extremely familiar voice came from the ear of the Terran man: "Three people, we have three more chances." ”

"Who's going to try it first?" Han Sen's heart moved and asked.

That's what Fang Cai "Wet" said!

And the word "wet"!

But at this moment, the "wet" in his mouth is clearly the "response" in front of him!

Without hesitation, the man replied, "Naturally, it's me!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the two humans behind him immediately became vigilant, and their momentum instantly climbed to a terrifying level, and they seemed to be ready for a desperate battle!

The Terrans who came forward fell silent after saying this.

The body that was still slowly squirming also came to an abrupt end at this moment.

A battle of life and death is quietly coming.

The main hall is vast, like the sea, a white lake, standing there quietly, like a piece of white silk.

The pale mist was beaten to pieces, getting thinner and thinner.

The mouse-like body has been chopped to pieces, and the countless vertical eyes are also almost destroyed at this moment. Thousands of attacks firmly fixed the true body of "Crying" throughout the main hall.

The corpses of the Terrans were piled up like harvested wheat, one hill after another.

His flesh and skin, like melted cheese, flowed slowly inside him.

A strong smell of blood permeated.

In that mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the four powerhouses of the human race were still alive.

Two humans, their robes were red with blood, their golden armor was dull, and their bodies were stained red with blood, but they could still stand with knives. A human being, barely in the right place, as if he had just been tortured, was white and boneless, holding a wooden stick, reclining one dead corpse after another, blood still gushing out between his fingers. The other was armed with a broken gun, half-kneeling on the ground, unable to get up again.

At this moment, the four of them had already reached the point where they had run out of oil, but the momentum on their bodies was still terrifying to the extreme, and they all surpassed the existence of the Immortal Official.

That fierce thought is like an invisible blade, which will be cut into pieces at a glance.

The half-kneeling "crying" no longer had the ability to resist, and the celebrity said in a deep voice:

"Who's coming first?" He asked, looking around.

"There are three options." The man on the left replied in a deep voice.

"'Crying' is a matter of life and death for the descendants of my clan, and it must be killed!"

"If you don't succeed three times, then the third time, you don't have to try, kill it!"

When the three of them heard this, they also bowed their heads.

The Terran on the other corpse gasped and said, "I'm seriously injured. ”

"I'll come first." He spoke, with a bit of confidence in his voice.

The other three nodded their heads one after another, and their breath moved, and they immediately focused their attention on the few companions in front of them.

Seeing that the three companions were ready, the human race did not hesitate, looking at the corpses all over the ground, and a tear slid down his cheek.

The giant tree, having lost its trunk, appears out of thin air.

Branches were scattered all over the ground, and the eerie giant smile was gone.

There were only a few branches, floating silently in the air.

Every branch was nailed with sharp blades and arrows, as well as various sealing methods.

Underneath the tree, the black dirt and bones were gone, leaving only a tumbling sea of blood.

Countless Terran corpses, floating in mid-air, staring at the dying "smile" with wide eyes.

The sea of blood was rolling, and the figures of the two human races, holding halberds, stood proudly.

Their bodies were covered with criss-crossed wounds, but their momentum, like a sharp blade to the extreme, was chilling.

A human looked at the dying "smile" and said, "You are the first, I am the first?"

The human man was still trying to speak, but a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he spat fiercely: "I'll come!"

"If I can't do it, then let you die!"

"In the future, if our family is happy, then be happy!"

"My descendants, cry if you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh, never because of crying, because of laughter, because of answers!"

The person who spoke before bowed slightly, and then released his momentum, firmly locking the person next to him.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Terran immediately grinned, looked up at the remaining branches in the void, and laughed out loud, full of pleasure and pride, "Hahaha! "That majestic temple is in ruins.