When the dark purple murderous swords flying all over the sky came into contact with Leer, in an instant, all the large pieces flew away!
The spinning Le'er displayed the amazing ability of being the first person in the extreme agility style. While spinning, he could easily move it with his fingers, and many murderous swords would inevitably fly upside down, deflect, hit other murderous swords, and one end would become longer.
Yes, the roots of the hair that turned into crimson under the infusion of internal energy were like steel filaments. They were dancing and being swung around. All the murderous swords that were flying towards them were moved with ingenious power and easily changed their directions -
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For a moment, not to mention the top-notch masters from the Vulture Palace who saw it in awe, even the other top-level masters from the Justice League who were still worried about their lives at this moment were shocked when they saw it from the corner of their eyes!
Even though Leer's ability is surprisingly powerful, her internal strength will eventually be exhausted. Even though this defense method against the murderous sword saves internal energy, when millions of murderous swords are activated one after another,
By that time, Leer's internal strength was finally close to being exhausted and could no longer support it.
Le'er jumped back, and at the same time as he fell, Rong'er, who had finished adjusting his breath, punched out again!
Large areas of dark purple murderous sword energy filled the sky. In the blink of an eye, they were all shattered by Rong'er's full blow, turning into bursts of dark purple mist...
The amazing power of this punch has amazed countless masters.
The fist power of the top internal strength master in the world is so terrifying!
"Okay!" Many experts from the Vulture Palace watched the vast sky become clean in the blink of an eye, and couldn't help but cheered in excitement and relaxation!
But the cheers weren't over yet. The vacuum area that was cleansed by Rong'er's punch was filled in the blink of an eye by layers upon layers of seemingly endless dark purple murderous swords...
Le'er and Ming'er's internal energy has been exhausted. Rong'er has already punched twice and is currently regulating his breath.
However, the dark purple sword energy that flew towards him under the will of God was still not completely wiped out.
What can happen next?
Yue'er smiled bitterly and said, "It's miserable, please wish for more blessings!"
Yes, everyone can only seek their own blessings. There is no way to predict who can take care of whom and who can save themselves...
"Take Ming'er away!" Rong'er shouted in a low voice. While trying his best to regain his breath, he used his inner strength and used his fists that could be gathered slightly to prepare for an all-out attack and save himself.
Ling'er can't take everyone with her, not even many people, barely, just one. No matter how many people there are, her wonderful body skills will not be able to support her.
Le'er has a little ability to protect herself, and there is a cruel and gentle person beside her who will go all out to protect and rescue her. Yue'er has the lowest martial arts, but after all, he has not consumed anything. The one who deserves to be taken away is of course Ming'er.
"Wait." Ling'er didn't say anything. His figure instantly transformed into many phantom clones. He picked up Ming'er, whose internal strength was almost exhausted, and quickly walked away...
Many dark purple murderous swords flew down and landed in the gaps between the crowd. It is naturally impossible for God to control such a large number of sword qi to accurately target the target. Relying on a sufficient number, it is like
The waves swallowed up all the targets. The sword energy that fell among the crowd also passed through more and more, covering a large area of the land. There were many phantoms in the rush, but all the deep
The purple sword energy can only pass through the shadow and cannot hit anything, let alone hurt Ling'er.
In just a moment, Ling'er had already brought Ming'er to an open space.
The target of God's will is very clear, it is all the people in the rivers and lakes within the scope of consciousness. However, those people in the rivers and lakes who are chased by the ninety-five, ninety-six, and ninety-seven lines of defense are naturally the main targets of the murderous sword energy attacks.
The sky is covered with dark purple murderous swords; but on the three sides of God's Will, there are not many super top masters. God's Will attacks these targets with more murderous swords, but the range of the attack is not large.
, for the wider open space, naturally there was no intention to waste the sword energy to fly over and attack from the beginning.
Ling'er didn't need to run too far as he sent Ming'er to a safe area that was not subject to God's attack from the beginning. "Be careful."
As he spoke, Ling'er's figure turned into a string of white shadows, dragging the white, overlapping light tails formed by the overlapping shadows, and rushed back to the many people in the Vulture Palace who were using their own methods to resist the dark purple murderous sword aura.
A place where experts gather.
A round trip is only three miles away.
But when Ling'er came back, she found that she no longer needed to save anyone in Lingjiu Palace...
Among the hundreds of extremely fast masters from the Vulture Palace, only ten of them were left. Their faces were covered with sweat, their clothes and hair were torn apart by the sword energy, and they stood there looking at the others with sad eyes.
Those sisters who have endured difficult training together and achieved the path of extreme speed...
Le'er bent her legs and sat on the ground, looking indifferent and silent.
Many acupuncture points on Rong'er's body were cracked, and he was using energy to stop the bleeding. This was obviously a self-injury caused by forcibly stimulating internal energy, causing damage to the meridians.
Her cruel and gentle left arm was gone, as was her left leg. She must have just taken medicine for her injuries, and she was lying quietly in Leer's arms. Her energy fluctuations were very weak. Obviously, she was only a hair away from death.
The moon is gone.
Ling'er didn't ask where Yue'er had gone, because the pieces of Yue'er's clothes on the ground were clearly enough to explain everything.
Moreover, it is meaningless and partial to care about anyone at this moment.
Because, there were originally many Lingjiu Palace masters, but now only a few of them are left. The rest of the people have all become indistinguishable corpses, broken bones, flesh and blood, and covering the ground.
Blood and water...
"Yue'er is dead..." Two lines of clear tears fell from Xiao Hongfei's face.
In the battle before the opening of the Three Realms, Yue'er was plotted and killed by the Tianmeng.
Today, so many years later, Yue'er has become the first among the witches to die.
This is not surprising, because Yue'er is such a person, and expecting her to work hard for martial arts is a fool's errand.
Her martial arts has always been no longer on the same level as other witches. Even if her artistic conception is not much lower, even if her martial arts level is not much different... her combat effectiveness is just one level lower. Because she doesn't have as much intention as others.
"I said that the witch of Lingjiu Palace will be the first to get the martial arts recovery scroll." Yiyun has no other words of comfort. There is nothing surprising about this result. Under the murderous sword of God's will, no matter who dies
, are all normal things. Those who survive may not all rely on their martial arts strength, and those who die may not all be weak.
Death, rebirth, rebirth, and death are the most common things in the world.
Although the casualties in front of us are unexpected, they are obviously inevitable. The murderous sword of God has the power to kill people from a distance, so it is destined that God will leave the murderous sword to many people and eventually stop it.
He is also the most annoying master of the world. If the murderous sword of God's will is not exhausted, how can he be killed?
The Dragnet is a battle of attrition, and any factors that will lead to the inability to kill God's will are inevitable and must be consumed in a way.
"It was me who failed to protect them..." Xiao Hongfei's tears seemed to have been broken, and they did not stop for a long time.
Yiyun just listened silently and stared silently at the south, the direction where God's will would come sooner or later.
"Lord, retreat quickly!" The masters of the First Grade Hall rushed forward, swung their swords with all their strength, took action, used their bodies, and used all the sword energy they could exert to try their best to resist the dark purple murderous energy flying across the sky.
sword.
Yuan Chaonian had no choice. He had no choice at all. He was already squeezed to the back by his Yipintang masters. Such a scene made him feel what he had experienced when leading troops in the Immortal Realm and experienced many battles on the battlefield. That was the feeling of life and death in battle.
In order to save people, sometimes in order to save one person, many people can use their bodies to resist fatal attacks. But those are all NPCs, and those heavenly soldiers and generals do this not only for feelings, but mainly because
Probability. The army must not lose its strict and ruthless discipline. But at this moment, the masters of Yipintang are not bound by such discipline. If they don't save him, the masters of Yipintang will not be executed for this.
Just because of feelings.
Yuan Chaonian activated his sword intent on the battlefield. This was the only thing he could and must do in a situation where he was constantly being squeezed back and watching the masters of Yipintang stand in front of him to resist the dark purple murderous swords falling from the sky.
. His throat was choked with sobs. He finally understood why after leaving the battlefield, he still wanted to enter the arena. Because people in the arena are the same kind, because in the arena, there is blood, loyalty, and feelings. Like this
The brilliance that blooms between life and death is more destructive than the battlefield of NPCs, and makes people unable to extricate themselves. It makes people involuntarily fall into it, but they willingly continue to fall deeper!
Yuan Chaonian was like this, and Ming was the same way. There were more Yipintang masters who desperately squeezed Ming back, and even several people pushed her back together in a hurry. Everyone was scrambling for fear that she would be full in a moment.
Soon, as if protecting Ming, he rushed in front of her, using his sword, body, and all his strength to meet and withstand the attack of the dark purple murderous sword falling from the sky...
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way - I'll block it!" Ming shouted orders again and again, but to no avail, no one obeyed the order and moved away.
"Master, for the first time, brothers cannot obey your orders..."
One after another, the Yipintang masters, groups after groups, were attacked by a large number of murderous swords that could not bear the weight. Their internal strength was exhausted. The murderous swords were shot into their bodies. Their bodies were too large and overloaded.
Under the impact of energy, it exploded... (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)
