Chapter 382: The battle is white-hot, the eighth-rank great master runs to the thunder sword Chen Tao, and killing the beasts of the same rank is like slaughtering a dog.
In the face of this sudden change, most of the original indigenous secret realm residents instantly turned pale, and their eyes showed unbelievable fear.
Staring at the projection as if it was close in front of me, like a nightmare beast, my heart was extremely shocked.
Huge and hideous, with a dark light flashing on its body, it seems like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, which makes people feel chills.
A middle-aged indigenous man's eyes widened in horror, and the mobile phone he had just bought in his hand also fell to the ground.
"Bump~"
The dull sound seemed to knock on everyone's heart.
In this regard, he seemed to have never heard of it, and screamed silently.
"My God! This is the legendary beast? Is this the enemy that Great Xia is going to fight? ”
"This terrifying image and power are simply beyond imagination! How is it possible to win? It's over! The world is going to be destroyed! ”
On the other side, a former indigenous boy who has just passed the trial and officially became a martial artist.
Looking at this terrifying scene, his face was as white as paper, his body was shaky, and a strong panic surged in his heart.
"I ...... I've also become a warrior, will I be sent to such a battlefield in the future? ”
"I'm still so young, and I haven't had time to enjoy life to the fullest, am I going to be thrown into that endless meat grinder to face such a terrifying enemy?"
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sad, and tears fell silently.
In other places, the natives from different secret realms were even more shocked and discussed.
They had also heard from the immortals about the monsters that came from the dark world.
But seeing it with my own eyes at this moment, I really felt the suffocating sense of oppression.
"Original...... It turns out that these are the monsters in the mouths of the immortal masters! ”
"Is Daxia fighting against these monsters?"
An old man rubbed his wrinkled face vigorously.
The wrinkles on his face huddled together in horror, as if telling the indelible fear of time.
The tone of exclamation was also dry, as if squeezed out of his throat little by little.
"Youkai! There really are monsters in this world! It's scary! ”
Screams rang from the crowd as indigenous women clung to their babies in their arms.
The indigenous children hid behind their mothers, their eyes wide open with fear and curiosity.
Relatively speaking, these indigenous people who came out of the major secret realms and joined the Great Xia.
The psychological endurance is not as tenacious as the people of Daxia, who have gone through the storm.
Before leaving the small secret realm of the sect, most of the indigenous peoples had hardly ever really had face-to-face encounters with foreign beasts in their life experiences.
Although during this time, they have been trying to adapt to the rhythm of life and the environment of Daxia.
Some of them, through their own unremitting efforts, have successfully broken through to become warriors and have killed many strange beasts.
However, in the past squad hunting combat experience, they often faced individual alien beasts, no more than double digits.
Instead of the majestic and shocking beast tide attacking the city at this moment.
Not to mention the never-before-seen and unheard-of super-war scene now.
Billions and billions of strange beasts attacked like a raging storm.
The overwhelming sense of oppression and destruction, and the desperate disparity in numbers.
Not to mention the less knowledgeable indigenous people, even the experienced people of Great Xia are also trembling.
In the projection that seemed to be vast, the battle had gradually entered a white-hot stage with the passage of time.
Hundreds of thousands of sixth-rank quasi-grandmaster-level martial artists were surging like a wave.
His eyes are firm and resolute, and he holds his weapons tightly in his hands or controls powerful martial arts.
Attack the endless stream of alien beasts.
Each attack seemed to break through the silence between heaven and earth, sword light, fist strength, and sword light......
Brilliant and dazzling light swayed out, falling like a meteor shower among the beasts.
In an instant, countless flesh and blood corpses were left behind, staining the already scarlet earth even deeper.
And at the other end of the battlefield, the eighth-rank grand master and some of the ninth-grade peerless existences.
Shining like stars, each opening up an independent second battlefield.
Fought to the death against those beast generals and beast kings with great wisdom and terrifying strength.
Every collision provoked earth-shattering energy fluctuations.
A punch and a kick are all accompanied by a tragic scene of flesh and blood.
The duel of power and power makes the air tremble, and every encounter seems to hit the soul of the viewer.
Normally, there is no way to shoot the battle scene of a high-level martial artist, but who made this projection is Lin Ping'an's means.
With his strength at the peak of the Nine Heavens, it was a piece of cake.
With the thought of moving, there were new changes in the projection on the Great Xia Human Realm, in addition to the first battlefield, the battle pictures of the eight or nine grades also appeared in turn.
Since then, the people of Great Xia have seen all kinds of high-level battle scenes.
After that, screams rang out repeatedly.
"Look! Look! The ...... That was not the Eighth Rank Grand Master of Southwest Academy, Ben Lei Jian, Vice Dean Chen Tao...... It turns out that his old man has already gone to the front line to fight! ”
"Ahhhh It's amazing! ”
"Vice President Chen is already at the peak of the eighth grade, and it looks like he may be about to break through the peak of the ninth grade!"
"Slaughtering the beast king of the same rank is like slaughtering a dog, and Vice President Chen is simply handsome."
In the picture, on the battlefield full of flames, an eight-rank grand master wearing an iron-blooded robe and a face like a crown of jade stood proudly.
His eyes were as sharp as those of a falcon, and there was an unfathomable coercion all around him.
But if you look closely, you can feel the coldness and ruthlessness hidden in the depths of your eyes.
It's like the way of heaven high above, only indifference and loneliness remain.
Chen Tao held a long sword in his hand, this sword was not extraordinarily iron, it was taken from the bones and crystal nucleus of an eight-rank peak thunder beast that had been hunted, and it had been forged by thousands of tempers, thousands of quenching, and flesh and blood sacrifices.
The sword body flowed with the power of dazzling thunder and lightning, as if it contained endless destructive energy.
I saw that his sword was like a rainbow, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he instantly attracted the power of the endless thunder between heaven and earth, converging on the tip of the sword.
The figure flashed, and the sword stabbed straight at a beast general with a towering body like a mountain.
Although the opponent has rough skin and thick flesh, and is extremely fierce, in front of this sword, he seems so small and powerless.
Wherever the tip of the sword pointed, the space seemed to be cut apart by an invisible force.
A slender spatial crack crept revealed, revealing heart-palpitating darkness and cold.
In an instant, with a deafening roar of thunder, the sword pierced through the beast's hard scale armor with unmistakable accuracy.
Splitting it in two from beginning to end, its massive body collapsed with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.
(End of chapter)