Spider Heart didn't say anything more, she had already seen very clearly in the dark, this human race was born in the extreme realm, and his strength was on par with them, but his body was strong, his recovery was extremely fast, and his moves were life-threatening, giving people a headache, and no one wanted to face it.

"Why talk nonsense? ”

The Spirit Blood Clan man stood proudly in the void, a pair of short wings behind his back flapped gently, flashing with pale golden brilliance, like a pair of divine knives, extremely sharp.

His face was like a knife and axe, extremely handsome, and at this time he opened his mouth like a heavenly voice, indifferent and ruthless, and no one refuted.

The strength of the Spirit Blood Clan is extremely strong, ranking at the top level of many races in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, and it is one of the initiators of this great war, and no one wants to be easily offended!

His eyes were bright, like a magic lamp, flashing with pale golden divine light, and the endless killing machine rushed out of his body, slowly surrounded by clouds of blood, and countless human souls on it were densely packed, howling miserably and painfully.

"Damn it!"

Long Chen's face suddenly turned cold, his anger was soaring, and his murderous aura was pervasive, this man of different races actually used the human race yin soul to practice body protection supernatural powers, and it was difficult to calm his hatred if he didn't kill him!

However, in his heart, he couldn't calm down, there were thousands of waves set off, stormy waves, counting his old opponents, there were six congenital extreme realms!

This kind of lineup is too powerful, even if two of them are tied together, they will never be able to fight against them!

Although there is a monstrous anger and no fighting intent, he understands that he is afraid that he will not be able to be good today!

But even if you die, what's the matter?

He has cultivated a hundred battles and blood scriptures, when he has gone through a hundred deaths, stepped into the path between life and death, cast a hundred battles of blood, blood does not dry, bones do not die, when fighting!

"Fight!"

He is fearless, his body is strong, like a sacred mountain standing majestically, his eyes are full of fighting intent, full of blazing heat, without waiting for the spirit blood clan man to make a move, he stepped out, like a ghost god, appeared directly in front of the alien race, and his fist was like a dragon!

"Look for death!"

Ling Yu's pale golden eyes were extremely indifferent, a pair of short wings flapped gently, and suddenly, two brilliant golden divine knives condensed in the air and slashed directly towards Long Chen!

The man of the Temu clan next to him followed, his hideous face was terrifying, and a large sword in his hand was pitch black and gloomy, flashing with cold light, like a dark river Styx, rushing towards Long Chen from the sky!

The water pierced the sky, the monstrous waves were surging, Jiao Er roared, and the blood-colored murderous aura turned into a pillar of light, rushing to the sky, shocking all beings!

"Are these aliens crazy?!"

He Huiyi was chilling all over, beads of sweat kept coming out on the top of his head, and his pupils contracted to the extreme, he never thought that the alien race would be so big and dispatch eight extreme realm congenitals!

This is completely unhumanized!

He couldn't see a glimmer of hope for victory at all, the eight Extreme Realm Innates, just like the Eight Great Suns, stretched across the sky, and endless power shone in all directions!

Huo Dongxing slashed out with a knife, the sword was brilliant, sweeping dozens of zhang, extremely sharp, splitting an innate god sea alien race in half, and the corpse fell.

But he didn't have the slightest joy, his scalp was numb to the point that he was about to burst, and he looked up at the eight Extreme Realm Innate in the distance, shining brightly, as if eight demon gods were in the dust!

Is this going to be defeated?

What about the millions of people in Guanlan City behind them?

What about the countless people in China?

He was trembling all over, drops of cold sweat were slipping down, and his heart was full of fear.

"Third brother, what should I do!"

Not far away, Huo Xilian roared angrily, besieged by two powerful alien races, retreating one after another, the wounds on his body were dripping with blood, feeling the eight alien races in the distance, and his heart was desperate.

A famous earth innate powerhouse had a dead face, and even the attack he made unconsciously became much more negative.

The despair quickly spread, and countless human beings turned gray and full of bitterness, the alien race was too strong!

There are eight Extreme Realm Innate Beings, and only three of them are the enemy!

"Everyone! Right now is the biggest crisis in the history of my human race! Behind him are my dear family, and it is not a pity for me to die, but how innocent are hundreds of millions of human beings!"

"Even if we die, we can't let the aliens look down on us and other humans! Even if we die, we must protect our human race!

Huo Dongxing looked up to the sky and roared, his words were like thunder, full of firmness and unyielding, killing and fearless!

"Protect my Terran!!"

The endless roar is like hundreds of millions of heavenly thunder falling, the void is turbulent, the faces of hundreds of thousands of soldiers are red, the killing opportunities are endless, the battle is dead, and the horse leather shroud is the greatest glory of the soldiers!

"Protect my Terran!

Thousands of innate cultivators of the Otherworldly Dao system in the void also roared, the Dao killing machine filled the heavens and the earth, and the blood was impregnated, no matter which world they came from, they all had a common identity, the human race!

"Do it!

Lingyu's face was full of indifference, like a god descending, with golden wings in the sky behind him, and a brilliant sword light cut down, like a long river of swords, endless, drowned Long Chen, who strode in, with a fearless face and a majestic body!

All the races know that the difference in strength is too great, and this battle will be lost!

And defeat, hundreds of millions of human races will fall!

Despair and fearlessness, pain and determination, composing tragic songs, they use their actions to tell the compatriots of the whole earth that the human race has no bad seeds, they are all iron-clad, brave and fearless men!

Regardless of men, women, young and old, hundreds of millions of human beings sat in front of the TV screen, tears streaming down their faces, their fists clenched tightly, and their muscles rising, and they saw that a congenital strong man was torn apart by a fierce beast, blood was spilled, tragic and tragic, and a human hero was cut to pieces by a foreign race, and his bones were gone, leaving only pain and sorrow.

And countless soldiers, with perseverance, fought hand-to-hand with endless tyrannical beasts, corpses and mountains of blood, and with a collision, thousands of soldiers returned to the earth and were brutally killed.

This is the tragedy of the human race.

It is also the magnificent song of the human race.

It's also a song of despair and doomsday for the Terrans.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the five Extreme Realm alien races who have no one can contain them are ruthless, killing light and breaking through the nine heavens, and with a casual blow, several human races are easily killed by nature.

It was just a few breaths, the killing was monstrous, the blood flowed like a river, the corpses were mountains and a sea of blood, endless bones, the human race was losing and retreating, and the remaining innate powerhouses were less than five hundred, and most of them were wounded, covered in blood, some enemies, and some of their own.

No one spoke, they knew that there was death and no life today, and if one more alien race and fierce beast were destroyed at this time, countless human races behind them would be safer.

Here are the forces of the Seven Terrans, and all the Terran forces that have come to Earth.

Xuanyuan Hill, Wuzhuang Temple, Interception, Interpretation, Counting Heavenly Pavilion, Flying Feather Holy Land, Native Humans of the Earth!

In today's war, if all seven parties are wiped out, no one can imagine what fate the billions of human beings on the earth will face!

A breath of despair permeated the void, enveloping a radius of hundreds of miles, and everyone was silent, fighting with all their might!

Fight to the death! Fight to the death!

Iron-blooded murderous spirit, breaking through the clouds, with the intention of swearing, not retreating but advancing, like a heroic song of the human race, blowing the final horn!

"Huh?"

Zhao Yun and the five of them strode towards the east, like gods stepping on the sky, their bodies were masculine and strong, and every step seemed to have been measured, without any difference.

But when they approached the distance of two hundred miles from Guanlan City, the five of them raised their heads at the same time, their eyes blazing, and they looked ahead, where one after another the innate extreme realm aura rose to the sky, colliding rapidly!