Chapter 1334

Gods fight, mortals suffer.

People of Xu Zhendong's level are fighting, and countless people with low accomplishments around have been seriously affected, with countless deaths and injuries.

A sword cut in the past, I do not know how many bodies splashed, countless blood dyed the night sky.

Tonight's bright moon is particularly bright, the sky seems to be dyeing the atmosphere for this battle.

This is an endless battle. The moon is shining in the sky. The moon is dyed red and bloody.

There are many strong and more weak. Now many weak people have withdrawn from the battle. They know that people like Xu Zhendong are beyond their reach.

I can't get close. I've been killed by sword Qi in a long distance.

"Sword cut!"

After Xu Zhendong came out of the Tianya field, his accomplishments increased a lot. He fused seven ancient swords, and his sword Qi soared to a terrible level.

Below the middle stage of the earth immortal, he did not dare to get close to him. His momentum was too strong, forming an invisible pressure.

to be sonorous!

"I haven't seen your accomplishments improved in just a few months." Watanabe Qianqiu struggled to block his advice, his face a little pale.

In the last battle, he could not resist only Xu Tianjun's last move. In the early stage, he was hanging Xu Tianjun, but now goodbye, he was hanging Xu Tianjun.

There is too much contrast.

"And this ancient sword, have you got eight? I heard there's one in blue ocean prison. You can't get it. "

With a cold hum, Watanabe Qianqiu bombarded him with a fist. His fist broke the sky. It seemed that there was a huge shadow behind him. It was very terrible.

Everything's going to be destroyed, everything here.

Everything here has already been destroyed, a mess, ugly, how many buildings flattened, ground cracks countless, huge pits countless.

Boom!

One punch didn't hit Xu Tianjun, but it hit the ground.

Click!

The ground is broken, and cracks have appeared in the eleventh hell. The demons below are ready to move. It seems that they have been waiting for a long time to fight.

There's blood seeping through the cracks, and it's boiling underneath.

"Dear demons, come out!"

Kong's fine sword was inserted into the crack, filled with genuine Qi. With a crazy stroke, the crack opened directly, and two people entered.

Behind him, an old monster clapped his hands and flew directly. With a scream, he flew across.

The old monster still wanted to chase him, but he stopped. His foot was caught by the devil.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh

Many demons escaped from the eleventh level hell. Three of them grabbed his feet and dragged him into the eleventh level hell. There was a scream of fear and finally disappeared.

Demons continue to come out and join the fight.

Seeing Xu Tianjun's lineup getting stronger and stronger, the demons were once super strong. They were refined by the Holy See. Although they destroyed their will, they still had a terrible cultivation.

Their subjective consciousness after they came out was to beat these old monsters.

The warlords all over the world are wondering why these demons don't attack the warlords in China, but the fact is right in front of us.

The fighting continued until the next day, where millions of people had died, but the fighting had not stopped, and it was getting fiercer and fiercer.

The more you go down, the harder it is to open the door of hell. Xu Zhendong wants to open the grass-roots hell again. He finds it hard to rely on his own strength, so he tries to catch the power of the old monsters.

One day in the day, it broke to the twelfth hell.

A group of demons swarmed out. Today's battle is not so difficult for Chinese warriors. Thousands of demons are on their side, and the lineup is greatly expanded. Demons are not afraid of death, and they fight madly.

"Ghost dance!"

Xu Zhendong saw an old monster dancing with a ghost. Now she can't build a foundation. She's very weak here. It's a dead end for the old monster.

She was cold and proud, but she was covered with blood and seriously injured. She saw that the old monster wanted her life.

Rush to the past, rush to the past speed is too late, only a sword cut.

There are cracks in the ground where the edge of the sword reaches, and the sword Qi tears.

But it's too late.

But suddenly a bald head appeared, and he came to fight the old monster directly, and even more, he was killed by Xu Zhendong's sword.

Poof!

Blood shot, dyed the sky red, the body was cut in two, the intestines were flowing out.

"Master!"

Ghost Dance looking at bald, grateful said.

Baldhead is her second master, an ascetic monk. Under the hot sun, his baldhead seems to be shining. A light golden light shines on him, giving people a feeling of Buddha's attachment.

"How's it going? Is my master more awesome than the old woman? Don't think about the old lady in front of the master in the future. I will be sad for the master. "

The ascetic monk has a proud smile at the corner of his mouth. He has a chance to show himself in front of his apprentice, and his apprentice will love him more in the future.

He robbed this apprentice from the abbess.

The struggle between him and the Abbess has lasted for thousands of years, and even an apprentice wants to rob each other.

"Master, up there!" Ghost Dance vigilantly looking at above, two old monsters cut and come.

"You go there to abuse the scum, and give it to the teacher."

The ascetic monk threw her to the place where the master gathered. It was close to the blue ocean prison. The old monsters were more concentrated. They were close to each other, and they were covered with a golden light.

When! When! When

The two old monsters killed strongly, but they were blocked by the golden light on his body and rebounded back.

He opened his eyes, eyes sharp, attack and kill in the past.

It's more than enough to fight two old monsters with one person. His accomplishments are even unfathomable. This bald man's obsession with cultivation is the most persistent he has ever seen.

Crazy battlefield, more than fighting.

In this crazy battle, three days later, the thirteenth level of hell was finally broken.

It's dolev.

Even at the level of dolev, he was stained with blood. It was the blood of the enemy. He was bloody and stood up.

Although many demons came out, many demons were killed.

The demons and the Chinese warriors are still in a weak position, and the fighting is still very hard.

All of a sudden!

"Roar!"

A roar from the underground. It's the roar of the Lord of hell.

Once, when Xu Zhendong fused the seven swords, he heard it once.

Four days later, I heard it again.

And this time the roar with excitement, that is about to extricate themselves from the excitement.

It brought endless pressure to the public, and many martial arts with low accomplishments turned into a pool of blood in this roar.

After the whole battle, the members of the Holy See basically did not take part in the battle. Only a small number of people took part in it, and their accomplishments were not very good.

Because they are the ones who know the meaning of this battle best. What it means to them.

"Senior Augustus, now we have reached the 13th level of hell, and it's more and more difficult to get down. It will take a long time for them to get rid of the 18th level of hell. Moreover, the demons from our holy see are constantly being killed. If they can't get rid of it, our plan will be ruined. We can't place all our hopes on the Chinese people."

Bertram Christie said with some anxiety.

The Vatican people watched the battle from afar. They were excited, but they did not take part in it. They looked like they were watching a play.

However, seeing that the Chinese martial arts are at a disadvantage, they are still worried.

"In that case, we will help him release the demons of the fourteenth hell."

Auguste Dick, with a hook on the corner of his mouth, jumped into the battlefield and went straight to release the demons.