Chapter 492: Time is like water, going against the chaos
A dozen monsters with holy patterns rushed into the defensive barrier built by the representatives, and opened a gap by self-destruction, causing countless awakened people to vomit blood.
The next moment, a large number of monsters with holy patterns began to rush into the gap and engage in a bloody fight.
Many A-level awakened ones were no match for these holy pattern monsters. Their bodies were brutally chopped open and they died on the spot.
Blood and terror enveloped every part of the island.
The clear light of the divine moon turned into endless energy and crushed it down.
Monsters with sacred patterns were suppressed and fell to the ground.
The Empress of the Big Moon raised her willow eyebrows, stepped on the moonlight, volleyed in the sky to suppress, and suppressed the world.
As soon as she raised her hand, moonlight spread all over the world. The violent figures of hundreds of monsters with holy patterns suddenly stagnated, and more than a dozen monsters with holy patterns were directly crushed into bloody foam by the moonlight.
Demigod-level figures still have absolute suppression over these holy pattern monsters!
"I'll hold the photographer back, and you all go help clean up the mobs first!"
Chen Ping climbed up from the ruins, wiped the blood from his head, and suddenly shouted loudly.
All the demigods knew that this was what he said to those demigods.
We don’t know when this battle will end. If it falls into a protracted war, the ones who will suffer the greatest losses will definitely be their representatives from all nations.
Although these monsters are called mobs by Chen Ping, they are terrifying monsters that can easily kill extreme awakeners!
If the demigods clean up the mobs as quickly as possible, even if they fall into a protracted war, Chen Ping and others can maintain the world's top combat power to the maximum extent.
"Hmph, you arrogant guy, do you really think you can resist the attack of that existence?"
The God of Liberty snorted coldly. He had just been slapped away by the photographer, and now he still felt a sharp pain like tearing in his chest.
"Haha, you are worthy of being the leader of the gods." The eight-winged black god of the Nansen Kingdom smiled, and his eight wings stretched out, and with a loud blow, a black wind passed hundreds of miles away, directly flying away countless monsters with holy patterns.
"No matter what, he is willing to risk death, so let's get down to business first."
The Blood Ancestor also took action, summoning the abyss blood pool and pulling the sacred pattern monsters into the endless blood pool.
Only the master of the Holy Light Hall looked in Chen Ping's direction with worry.
Only people in the Holy Light Palace know that the real owner of the Holy Light Palace is Chen Ping! How could he let Chen Ping do such a dangerous thing?
But this time, Chen Ping had turned into a brilliant golden light, rushing straight in front of the photographer. Xiong Ba's gloves bloomed with dazzling brilliance. Behind him, the phantom of the God of War appeared, and his fist fell violently.
The photographer held a camera in one hand and a carving knife in the other. The carving knife contained the power of heaven and earth and kept hitting Chen Ping's glove.
The intensive and earth-shattering collisions annihilated the surrounding land in an instant.
Chen Ping felt a terrifying impact beyond imagination.
It was as if there was a living being, blessed by the laws of heaven and earth, performing higher-dimensional attacks. Every time he hit hard, his arms felt unbearable pain.
There was a look of madness on the photographer's face, but the deeper part of the look of madness was indifference and ruthlessness towards living beings, as if the only thing he wanted to do was to wipe out Chen Ping and others, completely.
Wow!
Another blow from the carving knife.
The roar of King Kong collision explodes.
There were cracks in Chen Ping's Xiong Ba gloves, and he fell backward.
As soon as the photographer stepped forward, his entire body seemed to ignore the limitations of time and space, and instantly appeared in front of Chen Ping, with the carving knife falling in front of him.
Even though Chen Ping's body was already extremely powerful and incredible, he still got a large bloody hole opened and a large amount of blood spurted out.
The next moment, an extremely sharp carving knife appeared on Chen Ping's neck.
This is a fatal blow.
But in the midst of lightning and flint.
The black sun behind Chen Ping suddenly appeared above the photographer's head, and struck down fiercely with a destructive energy.
Boom!
The photographer is overwhelmed by the energy of the black sun.
However, the deadly edge of the carving knife still tore the black sun apart, leaving a bloody gash on Chen Ping's neck.
Chen Ping's body was intertwined with chaotic thunder, and he retreated like a teleporter.
The next moment the photographer tore through the black sun and stabbed towards Chen Ping.
The crisis of death is always there!
Chen Ping has never encountered such an enemy.
The murderous intention is so vast and profound, and the attack method is so consistent, giving him the feeling that no matter what he does, the scythe of death is still getting closer and closer!
"Lord Chen Ping, let me help you!"
The master of the Holy Light Hall shouted, and the holy light filled the sky and fell down.
The holy light dances like a dragon, and every time it sweeps, it can easily hit the mountains.
However, when these terrifying holy lights approach the photographer, they will be directly chopped into pieces by the sharp edge of the carving knife that transcends all boundaries.
Just as the master of the Holy Light Hall rushed in front of the photographer, a ray of light from a carving knife fell on his arm like an antelope hanging its horns and passed by in one stroke.
Holy blood spilled across the sky.
Accompanied by the screams of the palace master.
There was actually an arm flying high into the air.
The master of the Holy Light Palace had his arm cut off by a photographer!
The photographer who has been blessed by the power of heaven and earth is now much more terrifying than before. Just a carving knife can make countless demigods tremble!
It is not useless for the palace master to join the battlefield.
Chen Ping got a moment of respite, and the Nine-phase Immortal Sword burst out from the storage space instantly. Just when the photographer was attacking the palace master, it attacked different parts of the photographer's body at the same time, sealing each one.
Photographer in all directions.
This is a surefire move.
Three flying knives even shot at the photographer's head from different directions at the same time.
The nine swords intertwined into a deadly web, forming Chen Ping's most powerful killing move since the beginning of the war.
But the next moment.
The photographer's figure suddenly twisted in place.
Then the body disappeared out of thin air.
Appeared in another spatial location.
The nine immortal knives passed by each other, tearing the air and killing Lonely.
"Space teleport?!"
"How can this be?!"
Everyone looked shocked.
In this world, even if someone sees an awakened power cracking open the space.
But using force to forcefully break open a space, and teleporting your body across space to another location in an instant, are completely two-dimensional forces.
The former just shows that the awakened person is powerful enough.
However the latter...
It is an area in space that is difficult to predict.
After all, Chen Ping has seen the world, but he has never seen anyone able to achieve spatial teleportation in an instant.
"Let me help you!"
"Amitabha...the old monk is here too."
Empress Dayue and the Kushu Divine Monk both stepped aside and helped Chen Ping at the same time.
The four demigods attacked the photographer at the same time, giving Chen Ping more opportunities to kill the photographer. A large number of monsters with sacred patterns were also killed after the demigods entered the game.
Onmyoji Seimei's Hundred Ghost Night Walk is a master at clearing monsters. He alone is enough to fight hundreds of monsters with holy patterns.
Coupled with the strong suppression of Ye Qianqiu, the God of Freedom, the Blood Ancestor, and the Eight-Winged Black God, a large number of monsters with holy patterns were soon killed one after another.
One by one, demigods began to rejoin the battlefield against photographers.
For a while, the photographer was in danger. He used teleportation several times to avoid murderous attempts, and then tried to kill these demigods. However, every time he was about to succeed, he was saved by other demigods using their magical powers.
The photographer is very strong, so strong that if he faced any demigod in a one-on-one fight, every demigod present would end up dead.
But now that multiple demigods have joined forces, the outcome of the battle is completely different!
When Ye Qianqiu's sword stabbed the photographer's throat again.
The photographer's figure flashed and disappeared again.
The next moment, he appeared somewhere in the distance.
Watching the fall of many holy pattern monsters.
He seemed to be at the end of his rope.
Whether it is the battlefield of holy pattern monsters or the battlefield of demigod level, he is at an absolute disadvantage.
But the photographer didn't show any disappointment or regret.
He just looked at everything in front of him with nostalgia, his weathered eyes seemed to be able to see the essence through time, and then he slowly took out a photo from the camera.
The moment he saw the photo, Chen Ping felt something was wrong.
That photo showed the moment when endless monsters with holy patterns were attacking everyone.
"Quick! Stop him!"
Chen Ping roared angrily and stabbed away with the Nine-phase Immortal Sword.
"well……"
"Time is like water..."
"Who can swim against the current?"
The photographer's tone was gloomy, and the photos in his hands burned out.
The next moment, the remaining fly ash from the self-destruction, the blood spray scattered on the ground, and the mangled bodies all disappeared completely.
Many awakening representatives have discovered that it is just a blink of an eye, a flash of time.
They found that a large number of dead monsters with holy patterns were appearing in front of them intact, standing in a dense crowd, grinning at them.
They all smiled at the same time like a group photo.