Chapter 463

"Now, you have only one chance. Disarm, surrender and become a slave of benshao war, which can save your life."

Lingxuan's nostrils were facing the sky, and his face flashed an arrogant expression.

"Die!"

Dianwei couldn't bear it first.

When Leng hum, he stepped out, "his grandmother's little white face, just like you, what qualifications do you have to make the emperor submit to you and your sister? Look at the labor and capital chop you to death!"

Lingxuan's face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with strong ridicule.

Just as Dianwei was approaching, one of the five people behind Ling Xuan rushed out and attacked Dianwei with a fierce momentum.

They immediately stood in the same place.

At the moment of hand to hand collision, terrorist waves spread out.

The fluctuation was so strong that Zhao Fang couldn't help but step back.

When lingxuan was facing the attack, he sneered and brushed it with one hand. The terrible momentum immediately disappeared without a trace.

It's like.

By a pair of ferocious beasts, pressed by a big hand, it finally burst and dissipated.

meanwhile.

Lingxuan shot again, and his strength surged out like a surging river. Dun forcibly waved Dianwei and another great warrior who was still in the fierce battle a hundred miles away.

It looks very relaxed and freehand. It's like driving away two ants instead of two great and perfect peak strong men of martial gods.

Zhao looked at this scene with heavy eyes.

What lingxuan has is definitely not the strength of the martial god, but surpassing the martial god.

If not.

As strong as Dianwei, he will not be in front of him without backhand!

Above the martial god

Zhao Fang's look was very complex.

Although, with his talent, he will step into that level sooner or later.

But he never expected that the strong at that level would appear so soon.

"I'll give you ten interest."

Lingxuan looked indifferent and began to count down.

Ten!

Zhao Fang's eyes flashed and his heart flashed, thinking crazy about countermeasures.

"Only so!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Fang made a decision.

"Open fire! War!"

Zhao is firm in his eyes.

"Dark fragrance, let me kill!"

While Zhao Fang was drinking, his feet shrunk to an inch, and his body shook, but he rushed into the enemy array.

"Burst!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Zhao Fang drank lightly, and a head of wusheng zombies exploded. The huge impact produced was instantly diffuse.

After detonating nearly a hundred wusheng zombies in an instant, the horror of the superimposed self explosion force is that the Wushen dare not get too close.

Bang bang!

The roar was deafening, and the three million troops with neat military appearance were blown out of a hole in an instant under this momentum.

and.

The blasting continues.

"Three hundred!"

Zhao is crazy. "If you want to fight, have a good fight!"

Boom!

The light generated by the sky explosion is even more dazzling than the sun. When many people subconsciously close their eyes, the sun light suddenly burst open.

Three hundred martial saints explode themselves. Even the martial god can crush them.

While those martial gods retreated madly, one hundred thousand of the three million troops were filled with this terrorist force.

When this force exploded, it immediately caused boundless killing.

Zhao Fang's face was expressionless. With a wave of one hand, thousands of spirit beast legions rushed out together.

meanwhile.

He himself, like a mad devil, rushed out of the enemy array. When the ten pulse divine sword flickered, he reaped one life after another.

This scene.

It happened very fast. It can be called electro-optic flint!

When Zhao Fang entered the enemy camp, Ling Xuan only counted to 'seven'.

"The trapped beast is still fighting!"

Ling Xuan glanced at Zhao Fang, who was already crazy, and showed a trace of contempt in his eyes: "I thought the figure who could create the Shenwu empire was a brilliant hero. Unexpectedly, he was just a reckless man!"

That's true.

His countdown continues.

Around, more painful screams sounded.

But Ling Xuan's expression, from beginning to end, was very calm and indifferent, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

He just stared at Zhao Fang, who was fighting back and forth among the ten thousand armies. The color of interest in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Six."

"Wu Shen, you must step into Wu Shen!"

Zhao Fang is in an urgent mood.

The sentence of the man in white, which did not enter the martial god, was mole ants, which deeply stimulated him.

Although he knows.

Even if he is promoted to martial god, he may not be able to reverse the current situation.

You can't enter the God of war. You don't need a man in white to fight. Just Ling Xuan, the God of war envoy in the God of war hall in front of you, can kill him.

Once you step into the martial god, there will be a chance!

So.

Zhao Fang's crazy slaughter is to upgrade.

But the more urgent he was, the more difficult it was for him to step into the realm of martial god.

Thousands of spirit beasts fought frantically. In a short time, they just let him experience the progress bar and climb forward like a snail.

If you go on like this, it's completely impossible to step into the martial god after ten breaths!

Roar!

A huge roar came from the sky.

An alien ghost full of crazy and tyrannical atmosphere appeared in the air.

"Hmm? This is..."

Ling Xuan's eyes coagulated and looked over.

meanwhile.

The monster's virtual shadow clapped it with a palm and beat a powerful warrior to spit blood.

Fall into the downwind in an instant.

Ling Xuan's face was heavy.

Wait for him.

Three people rushed out directly behind him.

They are all great consummation of the God of martial arts, with a towering intention to kill Dianwei.

"Ha ha... Come on, see how I can kill you all!"

Dianwei laughed, his voice full of heroic and majestic momentum, without half cowardice.

Whew!

The sound of breaking the air sounded.

A gun rushed into the entrance, but went straight to the battlefield where Dianwei was.

But Zhao Yun, who had arranged for the army, hurried to come worried about Zhao Fang's comfort.

As soon as he got close, he felt Dianwei's momentum was excellent and rushed over.

"Ah ~"

A shrill scream sounded.

In the lingxuan camp, the Wushen great perfection strongman who rushed out first, was just injured by Dianwei and had not gasped for a moment, was shot in the head immediately, and the Yuanshen ran out in a panic.

"Waste!"

Lingxuan's face suddenly became gloomy when he saw the yuan God.

"Little, young master..."

The martial god was perfect, and the strong man showed fear on his face.

Before the words were finished, his Yuanshen was caught by lingxuan, and then, in the other party's frightened cry, it suddenly turned into pieces and dissipated.

This scene.

Looking at the only two strong martial gods left behind Ling Xuan, his heart was cold, but there was no difference on his face.

Obviously, it is not the first time they have seen such a scene.

"You, go together! Catch these two people alive. They are very aggressive. They are rare candidates for war slaves. If you can't catch them, you'll all die!"

Ling Xuan's voice was cold.

"Yes, young master!"

Immediately.

Ling Xuan's two great and powerful martial gods behind him, as well as more than a dozen other strong martial gods in the later stage, all bowed down to drink, turned into more than ten streamers and rushed into the area where Dianwei and Zhao Yun were located.

For a while.

They're in a bad situation!