Chapter 1145

That terrible wave made Hua Tianyue feel a thrill from his heart.

It's not that he hasn't experienced the feeling of palpitation.

That's a sign of a disaster!

"What's that?"

"Are you going to cross the holy man's robbery?"

Among the millions of martial artists watching the battle in the distance of the sword Imperial City, many martial artists stared with big pupils and took a breath. Their expression was extremely incredible.

What a rare and rare scene it is.

They did not expect that one day they would be able to see the holy man cross the robbery with their own eyes.

As for who the robbers are.

I'm afraid there are few people present who don't know.

Apart from relying on heaven, they couldn't think of a second candidate.

"It's the vice leader. He's going to start the pilgrim robbery!"

"Great, as long as the vice leader can survive the disaster, our sword Dynasty will be saved!"

Seeing the rolling thunder in the sky that day, many martial artists left in the sword Imperial City showed unparalleled excitement on their faces.

This feeling is like a ray of dawn in a dark desperate situation.

As long as yitianqing can survive the holy man's robbery, the death of the sword Dynasty will be solved.

"Great, Jianjun..."

At the moment, the scarred Wu Hongyan also showed a ray of joy on her beautiful face.

Around her, several other false saints, including master Jian, were also covered with blood.

But seeing such a sight made them excited again.

"Damn it, that should have been my chance!"

In the distance, Meng Zhen, who was watching the war, was very calm and couldn't help scolding.

There was jealousy in the old eyes.

Originally, he had the best chance to get the fruit of the holy way.

Originally, he should have a chance to break through the Holy One.

Now I can only envy.

However, Meng Zhen was always jealous, but never reflected.

If he is not so narrow-minded and can stay in the Kendo alliance, the fruit of the holy way will not be less than him.

It can be said that Meng Zhen himself created everything now.

But he will only envy the love of relying on heaven.

On the other side, Hua Tianyue's face changed.

It is extremely difficult for the pseudo saint to break through the heaven robbery.

Before, Wu Hongyan, master Jian and Tuogu all failed.

Therefore, although Hua Tianyue's face changed, he was not too frightened.

But there was a faint uneasiness in his eyes.

If he were someone else, Hua Tianyue would not worry too much.

But the man who survived the robbery depended on heaven.

A strong man with supernatural and unfathomable talent like a Sword Fairy.

Hua Tianyue had to be wary of relying on heaven.

Thinking of this, Hua Tianyue flashed a cold light in his eyes and said, "everyone, speed up the attack on the sword imperial city!"

"Yes!"

Many false saints of the five aristocratic families are promised.

Among them, only Jiang Wen, the owner of the Jiang family, looked at the dark clouds and thunder over the sword Imperial City, and his eyes changed secretly.

In addition, the pseudo saints of the three dynasties were surprised when they saw the disaster.

However, at the thought of the failure probability of the robbery, the surprise in their eyes was to collect and remain calm.

"Hehe, I'd like to see if Yitian Qing has the ability to survive the disaster." Yingwu Hou and others looked calm and calm.

With Hua Tianyue's order, the pseudo Saint offensive of the five aristocratic families became more fierce.

Wu Hongyan and other seven pseudo saints immediately doubled their pressure.

"You guys, we must stick to it, keep the enemy out of jianhuang city and buy time for Jianjun!" Wu hongyanjiao shouted.

"Yes, I will defend the sword imperial city to the death!" the sword master also worked hard.

Not only they, the venerable ones below, but also the Tianjiao in the Shenfu realm, are also struggling to resist.

However, two fists are difficult to defeat four hands, and the gap between the strength and quantity of the two camps is too large.

Soon, the sword Dynasty suffered heavy losses and casualties again.

To make matters worse, one of the seven pseudo saints of the sword Dynasty finally fell.

For the sword Dynasty with a tight number of people, the loss of a pseudo saint is a huge loss.

"Damn..." Wu Hongyan, master Jian and others looked frozen.

In the distance, one of the four false saints, such as Meng Zhen, hesitated slightly and said, "should we do it?"

To tell you the truth, they stayed in the Kendo Alliance for so long after all.

At this moment, it is impossible to see such a tragic scene and say that it has not been touched at all.

"Old friend, are you going to die? Besides, we don't want to take the initiative to leave the Kendo alliance, but rely on heaven to drive us away!" Meng Zhen said coldly.

The pseudo Saint choked and stopped talking.

No one is really afraid of death, so is the false saint.

The war situation here has reached the most critical juncture.

"Almost," Hua Tianyue thought.

There are only six False saints left in the sword Dynasty, and each is traumatized and not far from falling.

"Can't... Really hold on?"

At this moment, the hearts of Wu Hongyan and others were heavy.

Although they tried their best to resist, there was a huge gap in the number.

This is a war without suspense.

"Oh, Wu Hongyan, to tell you the truth, I really don't want to kill you, beauty, but anyway, you're too stubborn!"

Among the five aristocratic families, a powerful pseudo Saint coldly said that he was the master of the Yan family, Yan lie.

At the moment, Yan lie's momentum surged, holding a dark dagger in his hand, stabbed Wu Hongyan again.

Wu Hongyan's delicate body is injured at the moment.

She knew that it was hard for her to stop Yan lie's move.

"Die!"

Seeing a gorgeous beauty about to fall into his hands, Yan lie's face also showed a morbid cruel smile.

"No... Dean Wu!"

Below, mu Xingzhu, Gong louyue and other disciples of Tianxian college saw their Dean deeply trapped in death. They couldn't help but look pale and cry out.

At this critical juncture.

Suddenly, a cry like gold and broken stone came from the far sky.

A carved monster with a wingspan of more than ten feet came from the sky.

Its feathers are like gold, and a pair of carved pupils are blue.

Between the wings shaking, blue wind blades broke through the air and rushed to Yan lie.

Yan lie didn't expect the sudden scene and felt the danger behind him, and his face suddenly changed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After a group of wind blades swept through, Yan lie's body retreated repeatedly, his flesh and blood turned over, and he was immediately injured and spit blood at his mouth.

"What's going on!"

At this moment, no matter people from the sword Dynasty such as Wu Hongyan, people from the five aristocratic families, or people from the three dynasties.

And the millions of martial artists who watched in the distance looked stunned at the same time.

In the amazement of the crowd.

On the back of the carved monster, a furry little red bird suddenly appeared.

The little red bird, with one small wing holding his forehead and the other wing swinging behind him, made a posture that he thought was extremely coquettish and handsome.

"There was a loud noise in the sky and the carving master came on stage!"

"You scum, climb for the carving master!"