Chapter 5307

However, the consternation was only for a moment. Soon, the master of Zhechong was gnashing his teeth. He suffered a lot from the Terrans during the month when he set out for Yanguan. Every time, he stepped into a trap and the Terrans rushed to kill him. When they were rectified, the Terrans retreated.

Every time, the Mohists suffered losses, but there was no place to vent.

This time, there were no traps. The Terrans actually rushed out. It was not so much that they fell into the Terrans' encirclement, but that the Mohists broke through the Terrans' tracks.

After all, who can be surrounded by more than 20000 people?

Today we ask the Terrans to pay for all the things they have done before.

Zhechong roared: "resist the enemy!"

His voice dropped, and a fierce air machine had locked him in the distance. Among the air machines, there were many murders, which frightened Zhechong.

Speaking of it, for more than 100 years since the two clans' armies fought each other for more than a hundred years, the domain masters and the eight grade Kaitian of the Terrans had more or less met each other.

Now that he's locked in his Qi, Zhechong feels very familiar. If he's right, he should be a very powerful eight pin Kaitian in the Terran camp.

The other party seems to realize that he is the leader of the Mohist army, so he has a target at him.

Zhechong had a fight with him, but it was better to fight alone than to fight alone. As soon as he realized that the Qi machine locked him in, Zhechong was in a good shape, and then he withdrew.

At the same time, the surrounding Mohist army swarmed up, blocking the front.

Zhechong won't be stupid enough to be against the eight grades of the Terran. Now the biggest advantage of the Mohist is the number advantage. How can we not use this to resist the enemy?

Depending on the control of the army nearby, even if there is no way to stop it, it can also weaken his strength. At that time, Zhechong will have its own way to deal with this strong enemy.

Looking up, you can see the red haired Terran man rushing towards this side. His great power of heaven and earth is pushed to the extreme. His body is burning like a fire. Even the surrounding space is twisted and broken.

Not only this figure, but also a lot of figures from the Terran side, all of them are ferocious and fierce, with a strong determination and courage to forge ahead.

Zhechong's heart is beating drums. I don't know what's going on with the Terrans this time.

One of them was covered with golden blood mist all over his body, which was the expression of his own Qi and blood force.

A figure is wrapped in the light of the sword.

A figure walks in the void and steps out of it, reaching the army of Mo nationality.

Another figure came with a smile, holding the orchid print in his hand, and the petals were flying all over the body.

……

Almost without any delay, at the moment when the Terran army launched an attack, the figure filled with the atmosphere of eight grades of Kaitian had been killed in the Mohist camp.

In the places where these figures passed, the army of the Mohist people were in full swing. Even if the Mo people had thousands of troops, they could hardly stop the killing pace of these figures.

The thousands of Mohists who set up defense in front of Zhechong were a powerful force. Among them, there were more than 40 of them at the Lord level. With such a force, the eight grades of the Mohists would attack the sky, and could also block a moment.

However, this time, when the red haired and flaming Terran man came, the thousands of Mo people could not stop his attack at all.

The red haired man didn't even attack and kill him. Just the burning fire all over his body made the Mo people die and hurt badly. What was the mystery of the flame? After touching it, nearly a thousand Mo people were covered with fire and howled bitterly.

The red haired man ran into Zhechong not far away, ignoring the secret attack from all directions.

"Are you crazy?" Zhechong screamed in horror.

Without him, he finally understood what was wrong. The red haired man had burned his blood essence!

is a unique means of the strong race of the Terran. He once heard the mob have to mention this matter. The essence and blood of the strong race of the Terran are extremely valuable. If the force of the long years of practice has accumulated the essence, if not forced, no one will use the burning essence, only when he is at the critical moment of life and death will he do so.

Because burning one's own blood essence can make the strength rise rapidly in a short period of time, but the sequelae is also extremely terrible. At least one weakness can't run away. If it is serious, the foundation may be damaged and the cultivation will fall.

But now, just before his eyes, the two armies were at war, and a powerful human race, eight grades, actually burned blood essence and rushed to kill him. This is not crazy. What is it?

Now it's just a war! There has never been a crisis of life and death at all, and there is no inevitable benefit of potential.

Zhechong didn't understand why the eight members of the Terran did this.

Although he didn't understand, he knew that he was going to have bad luck!

Fighting alone is not an opponent, the other side burned blood essence, strength surge, how can you block it? As for the defense line of thousands of Bumo, he would not have broken through it.

As soon as the sound of Zhechong falls, Ouyang lie reaches out and grabs in the void. A delicate sword appears in his hand.It's hard to imagine that such a crude man as he used such a delicate sword.

But in fact, this long sword is the secret treasure of his original life, and it can't be shown easily in his spare time, because he himself also thinks that the secret treasure is not in line with his own image. For example, he is such a strong, red haired wild man, holding such a delicate sword, always gives people a sense of disharmony.

He has not used this sword for many years.

Today's sacrifice is the time to fight for death!

Ouyang lie, with sword and without sword, are two men.

With the long sword in hand, Ouyang lie's whole body breath suddenly changed and became extremely sharp. The whole person seemed to be transformed into a long sword that was about to come out of its sheath. The meaning of the linglie sword made Zhechong's heart tremble.

The flame that had been burning all over the body spread rapidly, and the long sword turned into a fire sword.

The next moment, the sword's spirit is wanton. When the head is stung and pounding, the sword will take its life, and the move will not leave your hand.

He can feel the killing heart of the eight members of the Terran. He has been burning his blood essence since he first appeared. Now he has no intention to defend himself. Obviously, he has to fight with himself.

Why?

How terrifying is a desperate human race? I didn't know it before Zhechong, but now I understand.

Even if he did his best, he was not an opponent at all. In a short period of time, he fell into the downwind completely. Facing the attack of his opponent, he was in a hurry to defend and was in a mess. He could only constantly lead the eight members of the human family to flee to the MOH army, hoping to recover the decline with the help of the army.

Ouyang lie followed him. The light of his sword flashed out. His body was covered with ink and blood. He was attacked from all directions. His clothes were dyed red with blood.

At this time, there was another sharp sword, which was intended to diffuse in the battlefield. The sword's meaning was almost beyond imagination.

With the spread of sword meaning, there seems to be a flash of sword light.

Then, a low voice rings in everyone's ear: "butterfly change!"

The breath of domain master suddenly disappears!

On the deck of the Chinese Army's Mo driving ship, MI Jinglun stood on the deck and looked at the place where the light of the sword broke out. At that moment, he was really the strongest sword he had ever seen. This sword almost surpassed the category of eight grades and vaguely touched the threshold of nine grades.

This is a sword of a human eight grade who has practiced hard for five thousand years. When the sword comes out, it can't be stopped without nine grades!

What a brilliant light!

Mi Jinglun bows and bows deeply!

When the sensational sword broke out, the breath of a domain master was annihilated, followed by a large number of Mo people's lives. After a short time, the news of the fall of bapin Kaitian came out.

Being bombarded by Ouyang lie, Zhechong's face turns pale in an instant. However, the strength of Yu Zhu who just fell is not inferior to him, and even stronger because of his special constitution.

However, how long does it take to attack from the eighth level of the Terran? Great ten rest Kung Fu, dead?

I'm afraid it's the death of the fast Mohist domain master in the confrontation with the strong Terrans.

That startling Hong sword can kill the domain master. If it is used to deal with yourself Zhechong didn't dare to think about it any more. Suddenly, he found that the red haired Terran in front of him was not so violent.

The sword light seems to be a starting point.

After that sword light, a series of unexpected reactions have taken place in the battlefield. One after another, mysterious and powerful secret arts broke out.

These mysterious and powerful mysteries can not be said that the Mo people have never seen them before, or the Terrans have never seen them before.

These are all desperate secret arts, which can't be shown easily.

The field of vision on the destroyer is excellent, so in the whole battlefield, MI Jinglun can see clearly the blooming of these secrets.

He saw that somewhere in the battlefield, a huge blood flower suddenly bloomed, covering the vast void. In the bloody flower, there was a breath that he was very familiar with. It was all the blood essence of an eight grade Kaitian.

When the petals of the blood colored flowers closed quickly, they not only wrapped thousands of Mo people there, but also one of the domain masters could not escape.

After half a cup of tea, when the bloody flower opens again, there is no breath of life left. Among the stamens, there are pieces of meat.

He saw that somewhere in the battlefield, the eight grade Kaitian of the Ming Dynasty presented magical power and Dharma phase, and turned into a giant. The power of Qi and blood was surging, and he ran into the array alone. There was no one in Mo nationality to stop him.

He saw that elder martial brother Cheng spread out his own small universe and wrapped thousands of Mohists into it. The great power of heaven and earth stirred up, fighting a domain master and an eight grade Mo disciple with the power of one person.

He saw that Ouyang lie was surrounded by a large army of the Mo nationality, and the leader of the Mo clan who was killed by a long flaming sword was retreating.

He saw more than 20000 soldiers and soldiers of the northern and southern armies, with the power of warships, fighting with the Mohist army.

A strong and daunting breath, in the battlefield, one after another withered, blooming the last glory of life.The brilliance is so dazzling that it can be remembered for a lifetime.

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