Chapter 1429: gap

Update the latest chapter of Wu Ji Shen Wang as soon as possible! "The disciples of the War God Palace obeyed the orders ... everyone in the Bloodstained Wuzong slaughtered all, regardless of their submission to begging for mercy but also a rebel ... killing without pardon!"

All, kill without amnesty!

The voice of indifference, the priest, the **** of war, Qiliang, was not kind at all.

He treats everyone in Wuzong like the ants that have no trace of value.

However, the next moment, a crowd of people around and around the jihad stand suddenly exudes a horrifying figure.

"Order!"

Sen Han's suffocation suddenly permeated the audience, and the savage killing breath came in all directions.

The crowds of the major gates were all shocked.

Haven't responded yet, the masters of the War God Palace like an eagle group directly jumped into the sky, and the Wuzong disciples on the holy war platform rushed and rushed.

"Kill, no pardon!"

"Hum, it's been a long time waiting for this moment."

"The one who committed me to the shrine, die!"

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Wind winds and clouds, the wind and rain is strong.

The masters of the war shrines were cold like hunting Shura. Everyone drove down like a sharp cold gun, straight to the Wuzong camp.

Wuzong disciples were furious.

There was a deep fury in everyone's eyes.

"What about defeating the palace? Wu Zong's disciples would rather die than beg for mercy."

"Fight with them!"

"kill!"

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Although facing the behemoth of Zhongzhou hegemony, the people in Wuzong are not half afraid.

The two sides immediately met with each other, and the two crowds immediately fought and killed each other.

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"boom!"

"boom!"

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The swords are facing each other, and the palms are touching.

In that moment, every cold light was raging, and a wave of real yuan was violently violent ... The violent impact of the tumbling tumbling successively exploded on the table.

In a blink of an eye, the central area of ​​the Jihad Platform directly became a chaotic fierce battlefield.

The crowd near several jihad towers consciously stepped back and back, for fear of being caught up for no reason.

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After the battle between Tianzhe Lake and Ling Yunzong, all the people in Wuzong experienced a great deal of discipline, both in will and state of mind.

Later, they opened a secret realm, which improved their status in many aspects.

Today's Wu Zong people are able to have the consciousness that Taishan collapses before they face the danger of life and death.

Even the offensive of the masters of Ares Shrine is extremely fierce.

But failed to break down Wu Zong's formation as soon as he shot.

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"I did not expect that the people of Wuzong had such a tough will."

Everyone on the field has a bit of inexplicable surprise.

"I thought they would be killed in no time to fight back. I didn't expect to show weakness."

"It's incredible, it's really eye-catching."

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At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the tenacious Wuzong people are like arrogant jungle wolves. In the entire team, there is no trace of slackness.

Everyone waved the sharp weapon in their hands to face the fierce offensive of the enemy.

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However, if everyone in Wuzong is a wolf, then the team at War God Palace is definitely a tiger.

No matter how tough and arrogant the wolf is, it is still difficult to resist the sharp teeth of the tiger.

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Without supporting for too long, Wu Zong's formation was quickly disrupted.

Along with the sharp sound of sharp weapons penetrating the flesh, a series of scarlet blood rain began to splash on the jihad.

"Well, the trifling forces, dare to offend the majesty of my war shrine, extremely stupid ..."

A master of war shrine holding a scarlet blade directly chopped down two Wu Zong disciples under the knife, and there was a strong scorn in the eyebrows.

"call out……"

The voice didn't fall, and a rush of wind through the wind whistled. The man's eyes flickered, and he flickered sideways.

A staggering streamer arrow almost passed through the opponent's neck, and the sharp arrow energy covering the surface layer directly cut open the other side's flesh and skin, and a ray of blood flowed along with it.

The master of the war shrine touched the neck and looked at a smudge of blood on his palm, his face immediately gloomy iron blue.

"court death……"

With a fierce look, I saw a handsome young woman in midair holding a delicate crossbow facing this side.

It was Wu Zong, the long-range hunter who was best at assassination.

"Bitch!" The man at War God shouted sharply.

"Huh!" Ning Yu looked coldly, his forefinger pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

"Well ..."

A series of more penetrating streamer arrows blasted down, and each arrow was like a flying shuttle.

"Hey ..." The Master of War God Palace disdain, "Go!"

As the voice fell, his hands raised the knife and he slashed down with the force of opening the mountain.

"Om ..."

The strong incisiveness of the sword caused the surrounding space to tremble. The front table was bursting and bursting towards the sides, and a beam of mighty swords rang out through the sky.

"boom!"

Continuous heavy explosions exploded, and the streamer arrows that flew in had not yet touched the person, and they were shattered by the stinging swordman on the way.

Destroying and dying, Ning Yu, who cut the arrows all the way, slashed straight to the rear.

The latter's face changed, and his eyes were a little startled.

Suddenly, at this moment, the jihad table below suddenly burst open, and then a giant giant rattan branch emerged quickly, and instantly turned into a large tree of several tens of meters.

The big tree was standing in front of Ning Yu, and the sword was dropped, and it was directly split on the big tree.

Suddenly the sawdust flew across, and the leaves drifted.

"Sister Ning Yu ..." Zhao Qingcai not far away shouted immediately.

Ning Yu nodded his thanks, quickly withdrew and flashed elsewhere.

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"Another annoying bitch."

The master of that war shrine was sneerous.

Zhao Qingcai showed no weakness, and the boundary of the tree soul's holy body erupted. There was a ray of green light floating outside his body, and a dragon-like strange tree vine rose from the ground beneath his feet.

"Aunt Grandma wants you to look good."

After speaking, Zhao Qingcai waved his hands, the big and small giant rattan suddenly rushed out, rushing towards the other side.

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The fighting between the two sides has become increasingly chaotic.

However, with the exception of Zhao Qingcai, Ning Yu and a few other Wu Zong disciples who have the ability to fight back, most of the rest can only be suppressed.

Even with a life-threatening relationship, it is difficult to complete the counter-kill.

In comparison, the overall strength of Areshin Shrine is more than a little stronger than Takezong.

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In addition, Wang Li, Wu Yan, Chi Qianying, Qiu Xingyi, and Ye Yao were all under the pressure of He Lian.

Although there were more enemies and fewer enemies, Nahe couldn't do anything about it.

Compared to them, the ninth God of Death in the Fengyun List is definitely not generally powerful.

"The ants should be honest in the ground ..."

He Lian crossed his arms in front of him, and then a majestic momentum burst out from his body, and the strong true power seemed to form a terrible wind column and gathered outside him.

Then Helian waved her arms to the sides.

The violent wind pillar immediately swept open in all directions.

"The wind is angry!"

"rumble……"

The jagged rocks burst and the countertops shattered.

Along with the twisted and trembling space, the huge wind pole that stirred the sky was like a venting blast sweeping over the people who surrounded him.

"Withdraw!" Qiu Xingyi shouted.

"Bang bang ..."

Several consecutive heavy mufflers, Wang Li, Wu Yan, Chi Qianying, and Zhao Qingyi all had their pupils shrunk. They were caught off guard by the terrible squalling blast.

In addition to Qiu Xingyi and Ye Yaoshang can stay in shape.

Several other people fell to the ground one after another, with blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.

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Above the void in the highest area.

The battle between Wuxiang Emperor Blade and Tianming Sword continued to erupt.

The sword flew across, and the light swirled around.

However, looking at the battle that tended to fall side by side, a trace of cold mang flashed in Chu Hen's eyes.

One of the swords opened the air of majestic waves, and no action was taken, and the destiny sword directly blocked his way.

"Your opponent is me ..."

Yuan Yuantu said lightly.

Chu Chen's eyes seemed to be stunned, and a backhand stroked toward the opponent's chest.

Wu Yuantu sneered with a scorn, but also rose to the sword.

"hiss!"

"Oh!"

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Two ghostly figures crossed each other's side, faint bloodshots fluttered in the air, everyone's hearts were shocked on the field, only Chu Chu's arms and Yuan Yuantu's chest were shocked. Wound.

It seems that Chu Ren has taken advantage of this round.

But the next time, a dark gray light emerged from Yuan Yuantu's body, following the blood on his chest to complete healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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Many crowds of sectarian forces on the field could not help shaking their heads secretly.

Anyone with a distant map of the bloodline of the "Barbaric Sacred Body" to change injuries is too bad.

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"If this continues, Wu Zong can't support half a cup of tea."

"Half a cup of tea? You despise them so much, it's time to bleed."

"Ling Yunzong is not a loss this time."

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Blood soon contaminated many of the surrounding jihad towers.

The ruthless sharp blade in the hands of everyone in the Aresiya Palace has continuously crossed the body of Wu Zong and his party ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The harsh and angry screams are a bit harsh.

One by one, Wu Zong disciples fell into a pool of blood.

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The five elements of the holy tribe, Han Yunzong's few forces are slightly intolerable, but in this situation, there is nothing but helplessness.

However, a crowd of sects, including the Thunder Saint, Xuanyang Palace, Qi Xiaoge, all showed cold smiles.

This kind of scene is what they want to see.

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"It's over!"

The priest God of War, Ji Liang, embraced his hands in front of him, fumbling his chin, and laughed jokingly.

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Like the Shura Hunters, everyone in the Ares Palace is speeding up the harvest of life.

"kill!"

"It's time to say goodbye!"

"Hey!"

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despair!

And powerless!

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"Wow!"

Just as everyone in Wuzong was about to fall into the abyss of the ever-changing abyss, the sky and the earth suddenly struck an extremely cold current.

Howling winds, the snow drifted on earth.

Suddenly, the temperature inside and outside the entire jihad platform dropped sharply to freezing point.

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(Originally planned to take a leave today, but after eating New Year's Eve with my family, I returned to the rental house by taxi.

Between the Chinese New Year and the first day to the seventh day, I can only try to ensure that I will not change every day.

There are more things to do.

I wo n’t change it for no reason in the future. I have lost too many readers and fans. It ’s all my fault ... But this time, I will do my best to keep you.

It's another new year.

I am the author of "King of Wuji", and I wish every brother and your family peace and joy, and get what you wish.

I also hope that the results of the book "King of the King of Gods" will return to its peak.

Never give up this time!

happy New Year! )