Chapter 2039

As the attack of the God support sect stopped, the border of Beimo City stabilized again. Under the border, hundreds of thousands of people looked worried. They didn't have any confidence in this more to less battle. The other party came from China and had a strong magic power. Their soul power was difficult to play a role after the other party put on his helmet

800 red heroes float in the air and look down on each other.

The red blood armour makes the blood flow accelerate and the heart surge. They are called heroes, not soldiers, because they are ready to die.

"Let me meet him." Song Sansheng flew out of the crowd, his body shape shifted instantly, came to 800 red armour, stretched out his hand and pointed, "who dares to fight with me!"

"Me."

"Me."

"Me!"

After Di saw the whole body, a dozen red heroes immediately stood up.

These dozen people are the most outstanding soldiers of xuanhuang family. They have strong soul power and combat experience. "Di Jiao!" Di Jiantong shouted out a man.

In the crowd, a big man with two deformed horns on his forehead stood out. It was a freak. Mei Sheng (his feet came out during childbirth) killed his mother and was not liked since he was born.

However, he showed a strong talent. He was not a member of the xuanhuang family, but one of the adopted sons of Di Jiantong.

To deal with the man in front of us, we must use a strong general.

"Raising troops for thousands of days was used at that time. Di Jiao, this war must be won." Di Jiantong said, "behind you are hundreds of thousands of northern desert people, as well as your wife and children."

"Hmm!" Di Jiao's eyes were a little dull until he looked down at the lower part of the border. He seemed to feel something, and his eyes were more spiritual.

He flew slowly towards song Sansheng.

Song Sansheng grinned. His figure disappeared and reappeared, but he was behind Di Jiao.

Di Jiao felt it, but he didn't respond well. Song Sansheng's palm fell behind Di Jiao, and a fierce fire was released from the palm.

Boom!

Di Jiao, like a falling meteor, was immediately driven into the ground. With a bang, he hit the ground heavily, splashed a burst of soil smoke and disappeared.

The corners of song Sansheng's mouth rose, bending out an evil smile. This body from Chen Tianxing is really unusual. As a master of alchemy, he has far more control over the vitality of the fire system than song Sansheng.

Eight hundred red heroes are in a bit of a panic. Is this the end of the battle?

Look down into the ground.

Click!

The ground cracked and di jiaofei rushed up. His face was twisted and ugly as a ghost. He clenched his fist and bombarded song Sansheng.

"Hehe, it seems that the red armour is of good quality, blocking my palm!" Song Sansheng said with a smile.

The soul power was hidden in Di Jiao's fist. Song Sansheng had felt it, but he didn't think it at all. He also waved his fist back, but on his fist, what he released was a fire fist magic power.

Bang bang.

The two fought with each other. Song Sansheng stood still. Di Jiao was shocked and retreated continuously. His red armor was like blood. The red armor made by this guy's red armor giant's blood still helped Di Jiao stop some attacks.

"Not bad..." Song Sansheng sneered. His right back fist was suddenly urged. A fire system aperture bombarded him. The strong aperture fell on Di Jiao and exploded. He blew Di Jiao out again.

"Your red armour is very good, but..." Song Sansheng chased up, clenched his fists and opened his bow left and right, "fight..."

The fire fist kept falling on the red armor.

Among the 800 heroes, Di Jiao's body belongs to abnormal existence. Even so, he can't support it at this moment. He spurted blood one after another. The hard red armor appeared cracks and immediately cracked.

"Ah!"

"Unexpectedly... Can't stop the other party's attack."

"Supernatural power, too powerful!"

Eight hundred heroes looked frightened one by one.

Di Jiantong roared, "Di Jiao, come back!"

He spoke slowly.

Di Jiao went to war and didn't intend to return alive. If he could kill the other party, it was the best. Even if he died, he had to take a cushion.

"You invaders!" Di Jiao bared his teeth and his face was covered with blood, which made him look very ferocious. He urged his soul and rushed to song Sansheng with all his strength.

"Put aside the red armour, you're really resistant to fighting." Song Sansheng smiled. His palm was aimed at Di Jiao. In the center of his palm, the hot fire vitality was dazzling. As long as he was a foot ahead, the fire vitality would burst out.

Di Jiao looked at death and continued to move forward.

"Die." Song Sansheng sneered. The vitality of the fire system exploded like a cannon.

At this moment, Di Jiao clenched his fists and slammed the horns on his head.

Click.

The horns broke, and an unusually strong energy rushed out of Di Jiao, like a shock wave, towards song Sansheng.

"Ah?"

Song Sansheng was surprised. This ability could not be produced by soul cultivation. He seemed to be a practitioner exploding internal alchemy, even stronger than this.

Song Sansheng's fire energy was instantly charred by this ability, and the spreading shock wave made 800 heroes and disciples of the God support sect retreat one after another.

"Die with me? You think too much." Song Sansheng sneered. At the moment when the energy hit him, his body disappeared.

Di Jiao smiled bitterly, and his soul disappeared like a tide. Then he closed his eyes and his body fell freely.

"Di Jiao!! my son......" Di Jiantong cried sadly.

Boom.

Di Jiao's heavy body fell to the ground and did not move.

The next second, song Sansheng also appeared on the ground, his palm returned, a flame knife flashed out, and immediately burned Di Jiao into black slag.

"Ha ha ha." Song Sansheng flew up and faced 800 heroes, "who else?"

Eight hundred heroes are stupid. They are not afraid of death, but the other party is too powerful. This sacrifice is useless. Even if they all die here, I'm afraid they can't resist

Di Jian felt sad and dead in the team behind him, but he didn't want to give up, "children, the blood of Di Jiao won't flow in vain. His death is great. I don't want to promise anything, just want to say... If our death can last for a day, they must retreat!

Even if we northern desert people leave, it will take time, so... We have no choice but to fight. "

"Death war!"

"Dead battle!!"

"I'll come."

"I'll come."

More than a dozen red armour soldiers stood up one after another. These were all good boys from xuanhuang Di's family. Di Jiantong's eyes were hot and resolute. He had seen every face.

A dozen people crossed Di Jiantong and rushed to song Sansheng.

Song Sansheng's body revolved and turned into a tornado of fire, which wrapped all the more than a dozen people. These souls could not build the foundation. Under the helmet, their soul power could not pose any threat to song Sansheng.

Dealing with him is like stepping on ants

A hundred miles away, Jiang Wuchen, who passed through the transmission array and led the demon team, is coming.