Chapter 1148

Jian Jinghong and other swords, one by one, stained with blood, returned to the sword imperial city.

The Shenfu expert of the sword Dynasty was almost dead and injured.

There are more than 100 lords, but less than 30 remain.

Corpses are everywhere, bleeding and floating.

The whole jianhuang city has been buried by corpses and blood.

On the sky, the pseudo saint's battle was also extremely tragic.

Before the sword Dynasty, there were seven pseudo saints, plus five pseudo saints such as Jiang Wen of the Jiang family, a total of 12.

As a result, only six people are still standing in the sky.

Only master Jian, Wu Hongyan, Jiang Wen, Tuogu and two other pseudo saints still stick to it.

But they are also scarred.

In addition, the blue eyed Golden Eagle, the king of two monsters, the dark dragon and ape, also had some injuries.

However, the monster's physique is stronger than human beings, so it doesn't matter much.

But the king of demons and beasts simply came to help. It is impossible to expect them to live and die together with the sword Dynasty.

"Diao Lang, if there is danger at that time, I will take you away. It's not worth losing your life for a human Dynasty," said the blue eyed Golden Eagle.

"Alas... Ye boy, Eagle has done everything he can. Come back soon..." god eagle sighed.

The dark dragon ape also has this idea. Although it respects Xiao Hei, it can't fight for the sword Dynasty.

"Finally, it's almost over." Hua Tianyue sighed.

With the army of the three dynasties.

The outcome is doomed.

"Do you want to fight in a desperate corner?" Yingwu Hou and other pseudo saints of the dynasty all have a wisp of disdain on their lips.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how about we kill them together?" Hua Tianyue suggested.

If a group of pseudo saints strike together, that power will raze the jianhuang city to the ground.

It is still possible to wipe out half of the sword imperial city.

"Good!" Yingwu Hou and other strong pseudo saints of the three dynasties nodded.

There are more than 30 pseudo saints in three dynasties and four aristocratic families. At this moment, they are brewing at the same time and are ready to use extreme moves.

"It seems that they are ready to win or lose at one stroke. The sword Dynasty is over!"

Seeing here, the martial artists watching the war in the distance shook their heads.

The only six False saints in the sword Dynasty can't bear this move.

"It's almost over." Meng Zhen stroked his beard and a cold feeling of revenge flashed in his eyes.

In the sword Imperial City, all the remaining martial artists raised their heads and looked at the more than 30 pseudo saints brewing moves.

No one can bear that attack.

Let alone human pseudo saints, I'm afraid even the king of monsters with strong flesh can't survive.

"Let's leave!"

The blue eyed Golden Eagle felt the danger and fluttered its wings into the air.

The dark ape also withdrew from the battlefield.

As monsters, they can do this in the face of God carving and Xiaohei.

"You guys, the six of us should try our best to stop this move." the sword master said in a deep voice.

"That's right..." Wu Hongyan took a deep breath.

They understand what this means.

On behalf of their six False saints, they may fall at the same time!

If they resist together, there is still a possibility to give other people in jianhuangcheng a chance of life.

If it is not blocked, the sword imperial city will be destroyed 100%.

Without any hesitation, master Jian, Wu Hongyan and other six people set foot on the high sky.

"How could this happen, Dean, they will die!" Gong louyue's face was as white as paper.

Thinking of this, she suddenly turned around and knelt down to the figure bathed in thunder robbery in the depths of jianhuang city and shouted: "yitianqing vice alliance leader, save the dean and them!"

The call of Gong louyue immediately infected the four sides.

Jian Jinghong knelt down on one knee and shouted, "master, help you succeed and destroy all enemies!"

"Rely on the vice alliance leader, please succeed, become a saint and sweep away all enemies!"

A swordsman, with blood red eyes, shouted at the figure bathed in the robbery in the depths of jianhuang city.

"Oh... Pathetic mole ants can only beg for vain hope." Hua Tianyue sneered at this scene.

Soon, more than 30 pseudo saints released great moves at the same time.

In an instant, the aura between heaven and earth seemed to be boiling.

A terrible wave of destruction spread from more than 30 pseudo saints.

This is a big move jointly issued by more than 30 pseudo saints.

You can imagine the power of that.

Almost chasing the power of the Holy One!

Boom!

It is like a flood of moves that destroy the world, sweeping through the void and cracking the surrounding space inch by inch.

Looking at this terrible momentum, master Jian and others did not move or shake.

The six of them used their skills together and their moves burst out.

But compared with that terrible torrent, the resistance on the side of the sword Dynasty is weak like the spray on the lake.

"Is it really over... Lord Jianjun, Hongyan has tried her best..."

Seeing this scene, Wu Hongyan closed her eyes and her red lips recalled a touch of bitterness.

All of them, indeed, have done their best.

But

The enemy is too strong.

One breath

Two interest

Three interest

As time passed, Wu Hongyan found that the pain of tearing her body did not come.

Around the world, death is a little scary.

It seems that Wu Hongyan opened her eyes incredulously.

What did she see?

Thunder tide

The endless thunder tide fell from the sky and collided with the flood of destructive moves.

The extremely terrible fluctuation directly breaks the surrounding void and reveals dark cracks.

The mighty air wave shattered the walls of the sword imperial city and the earth. The scene was terrible.

It's like the heavens fall and the stars shake!

In such an amazing scene.

A vague figure stands on the sky robbery cloud.

Ethereal, like a Sword Fairy.

In the bright moon night, who leans on the sword and white clouds?

The roaring waves and dazzling brilliance began to recede after hundreds of breaths.

At the same time, it was the thunder tide all over the sky.

Hua Tianyue, Yingwu Hou and other four aristocratic families, the pseudo saints of the three dynasties, their faces solidified at this moment.

An incredible idea was born from the bottom of their hearts.

Not only were they shocked, but also millions of martial artists who watched the war from a distance.

Including Meng Zhen and others, their faces were dull, as if they had lost their souls.

"It's hard... Isn't it... Impossible, how can we break through so easily..." Meng Zhen was distracted and muttered, and couldn't believe it at all.

At the same time, all the remaining warriors in the sword imperial city almost stopped breathing.

Did their prayers really succeed?

Seeing the figure standing in the clouds, there was silence in the sky and earth.

In this dead silence.

A powerful and extreme momentum erupted from the vague figure.

Its momentum is so strong that it goes straight into the sky, as if it makes the nine stars crumble.

The void is broken in an instant!

A cold whisper came out slowly.

"One thought is holy, the sword asks love heaven!"