"Boom..."

The deafening sound of fighting, scream, roar, roar are interwoven at this moment, submerging the world.

In the void, there are endless fighting spirit and more and more bloody spirit.

Blood dyed the Sea red, but also dyed the horizon red.

"Niuniu, protect this girl!"

The old ancestor of huangquan grabbed the cute baby and retreated to a thousand feet away, and then ordered qingniu.

Without waiting for the green bull's permission, the old ancestor only broke the sky with his hands and went straight to the holy Harris of India.

"Kill!"

"I will fight him today!"

"Kill him!"

Ye Wushuang, Luo Tianya, elder Qingxuan, the leader of the zombie cult, Wu Qiqi, and so on.

The cute little baby stood in the distance and looked at the big fight in the distance. Suddenly there was a little fear in the quiet eyes, and then he called out: "Dad..."

Tears fell from her cheek.

In such a big situation, even if the practitioners see it, they will be shocked, let alone a five-year-old child.

Suddenly, the little guy was afraid of his father's accident. The more he thought about it, the more sad he was. Then he couldn't help crying.

The young Newton, who was guarding beside, was in a hurry: "Oh, my little ancestor, why are you crying..."

"Don't cry, don't cry!"

"Look at Uncle Niu's acrobatics..."

Qingniu coaxes and subconsciously goes to comfort the little girl.

However, just as he was approaching the little guy, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Boom..."

The figure in white, without saying a word, shoots at the blue bull and slaps it heavily.

"Bang..."

Suddenly, the blue bull was shot by this slap and flew out a hundred feet away, directly setting off a shocking wave on the sea.

"Cluck..."

Just now, the little guy was crying and broke into tears.

When de qingniu got up, he looked at the woman in white in front of the little guy in shock, touched the palm print on his face and said, "Damn it, where is this murderous woman coming from?"

……

Among the figures of the scuffle!

"Death!"

Ye Chen, holding a real martial thousand thunder sword, cuts through the crowd. His body looks like a ghost, which can't be captured.

Where he passed, many people died under his sword, forming a shocking bloody road!

"Ye nankuang, let me meet you!"

Rodney, the second prince of the blood race, roared, and a pair of giant purple and gold bat wings rose up in the air behind him.

The wings of the purple and gold bats are like clouds hanging from the sky, on which there are dense runes surging, giving people a strange and unpredictable feeling.

"Roar!"

As his mouth opened, a pair of sharp and long tusks emerged from the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be the roar of ancient fierce animals.

"Boom..."

He shakes his wings, and his body disappears in an instant. He pulls up a shadow like a black dragon in the air and shoots at the leaves at a speed of more than ten times the speed of sound.

And the huge purple and gold bat wings behind it actually cut the surrounding space severely, which can be called terror.

"Worthy of being the second prince of blood!"

Some western strong people who pay close attention to this scene secretly shocked themselves, apparently seeing Rodney for the first time.

"Poop!"

Ye Chen holds the real martial arts thousand thunder sword. The purple thunder flows all over the body in an instant. One sword is cut out!

At that moment, between heaven and earth, thunder surged, tearing up the Heaven Sword and breaking through the sky, taking in and taking the sword, rushing up to the sky, like a sea of awe.

"Boom..."

Rodney's pupils dilated in an instant, and before he could react too much, the whole man was split in two.

The thick blood fog rose to the sky.

After this scene was witnessed by many Western wars, everyone's face was shocked.

Kill the second prince of blood with one sword!!!

"You dare to give me something like an ant!!!"

Ye Chen's eyes are cold, and he steps out step by step, and his body shape flashes. He is tirelessly killing the Japanese Yin and Yang master Tian Yin evil master.

At the same time!

The God on Olympus changed Hermes's face, as if he sensed Ye Chen's idea.

Next moment!

His hands are shining, and a magic wand full of infinite brightness suddenly appears. He steps directly to Ye Chen.

"This road is blocked!"

At this moment, ziqingcang, the ancestor of zigai mountain in Kunlun ruins, stopped him: "your opponent is immortal!"

"You're dying!"

Hermes's face was very gloomy, and his whole body was full of bright lights, which made him directly fight against ziqingcang.

"Boom..."

The presence of the two saints officially meets.

……

North of the chaotic battlefield.

"Sonorous......"

An old Chinese man stabbed several people to death, then scowled: "I'm the sage of Chinese Dao, who dares to fight with me!"

"I'll kill you!"

Christian, the high priest of totem City, the secret land of South Africa, swooped over, his eyebrows twinkling with strange totems.

"Kill!"

The two meet in an instant!

"Bang..."

A few seconds later, the old man with the knife flew up with his head flying, his body fell rapidly and died in the battle on the spot!

……

South of the battlefield!

Olympus is a king of beasts who has changed from an elephant. He waves his long nose and penetrates a monkey king of China directly!

The heart of the monkey king of China was pierced in an instant, but the moment before he died, he exploded.

"Boom..."

Under such a great power, three animal kings, including the one in Olympus, were killed on the spot.

……

Battlefield West!

An old Tibetan Lama wearing a yellow cassock was torn in half by a giant Canrong in South Africa, and the blood mist was flying in the air.

"Living Buddha!"

In the distance, a Tibetan Buddhist youth, after seeing this scene, immediately vomited blood and almost fainted.

And it was the moment when he was stunned.

A powerful man of the Indian Golden Lion family, holding a long gun, stabbed him directly in the back.

"Be careful!"

With a exclamation, he saw an old Chinese man flash in front of him and bear the gun.

The old man's vitality dissipated quickly and smiled calmly: "don't be sad, child, don't cry. The living Buddha died for his own good. When he died, he should be a Western bliss!"

After that, his eyes closed slowly!

"Ah ah ah!"

Tibetan Buddha youth roared, red eyes, crazy into the crowd: "kill me, kill me!"

Several killing planes attacked him!

At this moment, a huge hoof of cattle came down from the sky and directly crushed those western strong men to death.

"Silly boy, Grandpa Niu will take you to kill people!"

Qingniu flicks his tail and directly drags the Tibetan Buddhist youth to his back. Then he snorts several white Qi out of his nostrils.

The blue cattle, whose body size soared to ten feet, rushed into the crowd with their rough skin and rough flesh.

With the movement of a pair of horns, many people died directly, and the western strong people who died under their hoofs were even more numerous.

"One foot, one child!"

Blue bull is fierce!

At the next moment, a shocking scream shakes the whole world.

"No!"

This scream directly attracted everyone's eyes to the past and spread all over the sea area of China.