Chapter 1613

A thousand arms fell.

All the spaces within a hundred meters around Wang Xu's body were smashed through in an instant.

Less than half a second later, the light of the body protecting sword disappeared. Wang Xu snorted and was hit by his continuous arm.

"Yang spirit sword armor, soul power protection, soul armor!" He thought, soul power surging, is a layer of defense, instantly covered in the body, stiffly block the rest of the arm hit.

Boom!

Although Wang Xu blocked the attack and was not injured, he was still smashed thousands of meters away.

Just as the wasteland demon master was going to continue to pursue and kill, a thousand Zhang magic dragon suddenly collided from the side.

"The magic dragon strangles!"

At this time, the magic dragon has recovered from the previous shock and rushed up again.

"Damn it The desolate demon lord's face is ugly, so he can only give up Wang Xu and continue to fight with the magic dragon.

Wang Xu recovered a little, then flew up again and rushed to the desolate devil.

The long sword of soul power gathered in his hand quickly became bigger and longer, and it was cut out with one sword, bringing the bright light of the sword to the desolate devil.

"Soul sword, eight wounds!" In an instant, millions of terrifying soul power turned into tide, carrying sword light, and bumping into the wasteland demon.

The two powerful forces, which are extremely strong, are rapidly fighting and vanishing, counteracting each other, and then breaking out more destructive impact in each other.

The power nature of the desolate devil belongs to the direction of destruction, while the power nature of Wang Xu is also the direction of destruction, but the former tends to be more chaotic, while the latter is more moderate and peaceful.

The strength and purity of both sides have reached the limit that ordinary people can't imagine. It's a force of terror beyond the limits of the ordinary world.

But even so, Wang Xu was unable to break through the power defense of the desolate devil, and the two fell into a deadlock.

A giant, a magic dragon, an insect like Wang Xu.

The three fight together. For a time, the whole main city of Xuankong was shattered and completely destroyed.

Before, under the destruction of the desert God, this city can still be seen as a city.

But now, the powerful forces from the three sides, the aftermath of the battle, will completely destroy the whole city. Wherever they went, whether it was the houses defended by Falun or the ordinary streets, they were all destroyed and became the most humble and chaotic dust.

In the past, countless survivors who survived the blood sacrifice of the wild God sect were also affected by the three sides' fighting, and they were torn to pieces instantly. Their bodies and souls were destroyed, and their bones did not exist.

The strong will destroy the world, and the weak will be as humble as ants.

This is the cruelest truth.

The survivors who have not been affected are all frantically fleeing to the periphery of the battlefield. Some people just turn around and are swept away by an energy afterwave, turning into flying ash. Some people escape by chance, take off the force in an instant, fall to the ground and faint.

After xuanchusheng and others arranged for their soldiers to leave, a group of high-ranking city leaders stayed, at least 20 kilometers away from the battlefield, overlooking the battlefield.

In this position, they dare to watch the world war and wait for the final result.

The wasteland devil releases thousands of hands to kill again and again. Even if a large number of arms have just been cut off and destroyed, they will be born in a flash, as if endless.

The magic dragon is born with a strong physical body. All kinds of resistance and defense are strong enough to be abnormal. It is also immune to a variety of energy attacks. Up to now, although he has been treated as a small snake wheel by the deserted devil, he is still intact.

Wang Xu is small in size, fast in speed and haunted by ghosts. A sword light burst out occasionally, but it moves for hundreds of kilometers. It always forces the desolate devil to deal with it in a hurry.

"Is this the battle above the emperor level? It's really... Terrible... "Just when the high-ranking Wu Zun, such as xuanchusheng, was dazzled.

Whoo!

A ripple of space flashed, and a figure in yellow appeared in front of them out of thin air: "have you all withdrawn?"

"Marquis Huang Wu!"

Xuanshisheng and others were stunned. Then they saluted and reported: "the rest of the armed forces have all left in the floating battle boat. Now only a few of us are left here."

After a pause, xuanshisheng asked suspiciously, "Marquis Huangwu, do you know... The sword emperor?"

Marquis Huangwu didn't speak, but he was gazing at the battlefield in the distance.

He didn't dare to take part in this kind of battle. He couldn't understand why the magic dragon kept rushing up like chicken blood.

As a magic dragon, shouldn't the other side naturally stand by the wild devil? Why did he and the mysterious "sword emperor" surround and kill the desolate demon lord?

After three full breaths.

He just slowly opened his mouth: "I don't know. At least, I don't have this person among the emperor levels in the Ming moon Dynasty. I don't know the origin of the other party! "

"This..."

For a moment, xuanshisheng and others were shocked and murmured: "fortunately, this kind of strong man is on our side, otherwise no one will resist the wasteland demon lord, and the whole manghuang county will fall."

Marquis Huangwu didn't care about them. He once again took a deep look at the direction of the battlefield.

He was not as fortunate as others, on the contrary, he was filled with a sense of urgency of danger.

The identity of the sword emperor is a mystery, and he and the magic dragon come together again. Even if the desolate devil finally loses, the situation may not get better for them

……

"The Dragon breathes!"

Magic Dragon's huge mouth suddenly opened, which condensed a dazzling purple black light, and then suddenly burst out.

Boom!

For a moment, the sky was full of purple black magic dragon breathing.

In the same second, an invisible force of confinement suddenly appeared around the desolate devil and locked the whole space.

"To die!"

The one eye of the desolate devil is ferocious in an instant. He has been supporting for so long, and he has gradually become a little decadent.

Magic dragon is OK. It's just an annoying little snake. Mainly Wang Xu, a strong man of the same rank as him.

Under the harassment of the magic dragon, Wang Xu is more like a dragon, a poisonous dragon, which will burst out for you, making the desolate devil tired of coping.

After several times in a row, the Lord of desolation knew that these two bastards were going to grind him to death!

"Break the game! We have to break the game

His one eye exudes a vicious look. He stares at the magic dragon. His intention to kill turns into essence, as if a black ocean is pounding behind him.

He must kill this annoying snake first, otherwise every time he concentrates on attacking Wang Xu, the magic dragon will rush up to interrupt him at the critical moment.

Don't underestimate this point when the strong fight at or above the imperial level. Even if they are distracted for a moment, they may be caught by the enemy and rebel against the situation instantly.

So, if it goes on like this, he will be killed here today.

"In the name of my desolate Lord!"

The wasteland devil stops abruptly, and thousands of arms all over his body stop in the air. He pinches thousands of completely different fingerprints, and the energy waves in circles break out from his body, bringing up ripples of space.

Countless energy waves exploded around, and the terrible soul power waves formed a high-density energy storm in mid air, forming a natural defense wall.

In this state, Wang Xu had to stop and look at it with great dignity.

But he didn't know that the moment when he stopped was the moment when the Lord of desolation was waiting.

"Come! Desolate demon world, ten thousand soul mill