Chapter 1647： At last

A strange silence suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and everyone's eyes were focused on that almost demon-like figure, full of surprise.

Eighth-order strong,

A seventh-tier strong is enough to reverse the situation, not to mention an eight-tier strong. Gongsun's face shows a stunned face. This time, he miscalculated. The other party would have an eight-tier strong. appear,

"That ... actually has the strength of the eighth order, the wind boy is in danger." Longyueguan face was anxious, the eighth order strong, what is that concept, there is no way to counteract the existence,

Leng Yusen still looked at each other and saw the worry in their own eyes. In the face of the eighth-tier powerhouse, even if they were not sure, they would win.

"Are you the Lord of the Xuanwu Gods for you?" The hoarse voice of the mask man spread across the battlefield, making all the strong human races look bleak, indeed, the former invincible God Lord no longer exists in the world. , This is one of the reasons for the decline of the human race,

"Even if you are a body of virtual martial arts, but in the face of absolute strength, you are nothing more than a clown." The masked man's body is dazzling with blue light, and he uses the power of the **** pattern to absolutely suppress Feng Hao,

The face of Leng Yusen and Afterglow changed slightly. This mask man is attacking Feng Hao's confidence. It seems that he wants to make Feng Hao's heart appear flawed, so he can break it in one fell swoop.

Both men were worried, and they were ready to shoot at any time. If Feng Hao was defeated in front of these many ethnic troops, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Oh, you said so much just to cover up the bad state of your body at this time."

After a long time, Feng Hao slowly raised his head and gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

"In the Tower of Hundreds of People, you were able to exert such powers. It really surprised me, but you must have paid some serious price for it."

Feng Hao took a step forward, and the fighting spirit of the sky seemed to shake the whole world. The fighting spirit worked together without fear, even if the other party was an eighth-order powerhouse,

"Nonsense, you are dying."

There was a gloom in the pupil of the mask, and it seemed that Feng Hao had said that he was weak. Indeed, as Feng Hao said, his cultivation in the Hundred Clan Towers was the seventh-order peak, and then he used the spirit. The rune of the destiny of the body reaches the eighth level, but this requires a price. This state can only last for a while and a half, and then it is in a state of weakness. Don't say it is Fenghao, even if you come to a human race casually. The strong can kill it,

"Really." Feng Hao stepped forward, and the golden energy on his body spread over his body again, and rushed forward towards the mask man,

"Presumptuous, take you on the road."

The man in the mask showed a gloomy face, and the blue runes on his body circulated again, and finally he gathered into a sickle in his hands, fighting with Feng Hao,

He was only able to use it twice, even in his current state. He was not sure that he could use this town to kill Fenghao now.

"Oops, if you go on like this, the power of the god's veins will fade, and you will inevitably suffer the consequences of backwashing."

Above the city wall, the person in charge of the Wuling tribe showed anxiety, and he was naturally very clear. Only then did he mask the power that the man's use would bring to him. Once the power of the **** pattern subsided, the consequences would Would be unthinkable,

The fat fox next to him seemed to know the seriousness of the matter. A pair of narrow eyes narrowed into a line, watching the two people constantly collide together, calmly said: "Sir, I feel that the power of the **** of my tribe seems to be dissipating."

I heard that the person in charge of the Wuling tribe changed his face and quickly closed his eyes to realize it. Then he really found that the breath of the mask man really weakened. Although this level is almost no one can detect, but for the same tribe, For a strong person, if you observe carefully, you can still watch it.

"Come down, be prepared to shoot, you must not let the Lord Lord have any accidents." The person in charge of the Wuling tribe immediately gave an order. He was very clear about the significance of the body of the **** to the Wuling tribe. If it is true What happened here, the consequences are definitely not what he can afford,

It is naturally best to be able to slay Feng Hao under the power of the **** pattern, but if it is not possible, even if all the people of the tenth city have tried their best to keep the Lord ’s body,

A golden figure and a blue figure staggered in the air. The horrible waves that erupted each time the two men trembled the army of the two races in the distance. This is not a level they can contact.

"Hey, your strength is weakening. It seems that your method of increasing the gain is a bit overwhelming." Feng Hao's face became paler, and the fighting in his eyes remained as usual,

The face of the mask man became extremely gloomy, just like Feng Hao said. The power of the **** pattern in his body began to weaken. I am afraid I can no longer support it.

Thinking of the back bite that he would have to endure after experiencing dissipation, the coldness in the masked man's eyes became more intense. After a while, it seemed that there was a decision in his heart.

Seeing this scene, Feng Hao's face gradually became dignified. He knew that the other party was planning to make a final blow. After this blow, he would either defeat himself or be defeated by the power of the **** pattern.

Two people are dead or alive, after a move, they are divided.

As if there were two flames beating in his eyes, Feng Hao once again condensed a golden sword, and the momentum of the whole person reached a peak.

Both men ’s momentum is improving. The strong men of the two races are quiet. On the side of the Terran camp, Gongsun drew his eyes for a moment and said, “Please wait to prepare for the shot. I ’m afraid the result will be. Watch this time. "

Long Yueguan and others nodded, even Xiao Qingmeng opened his eyes and looked at the figure of the father in the air, without a word,

"Notify Leng Yusen and Can Ying, and let them also be prepared at any time. As long as Feng Hao once fought, let them directly kill the body of the deity master of the Wuling tribe. He must not be allowed to escape."

"After you separate one person to meet Feng Hao, I am afraid that after this fight, Feng Hao will fall into a serious injury state."

One by one, the order was passed down from Gongsun's mouth. The outcome of this siege depends on the outcome of the two men's confrontation.

At the same time, the strong men from the Wuling tribe were also arranged. Their order was to keep the masked men safe even if they had given their lives.