Four hundred and sixtieth chapters Celestial Race defeated
After being transferred to the void, on top of the ten warships of the Celestial Clan, a general with disheveled hair wearing a golden battle armor, holding a halberd, looked at the head of Lamagon Pass, with a look of confusion on his resolute square face.
What evil magic did the elves use?
He actually sent all the ten battleships he led back to their previous positions, and this magic was not like the common Nandou time reversal.
After the horse was closed, more and more elves and green-robed warriors appeared around the golden armor, which made the general anxious.
"Buzz," a long halberd with divine light burst out from among the ten warships of the Celestial Tribe.
This divine light is flowing and spiritual power is abundant. There is actually a strong wind of creation in the flying halberd, which is driving the halberd.
Like a meteor, it crashed into the green protective shield of Rama Pass, intending to blast open the protective shield and support the more than 10,000 golden warriors of the Celestial Race who were besieged inside.
"Huhu," the guard of Lama Pass and Xuesimei, who was wearing a fiery red bride's phoenix robe, directly pulled the bows in their hands into a full moon.
"It's Bishamonten of the Celestial Race. Whoosh..." Xuesimei had just finished her words when the green arrow in her hand had already rushed out.
In Xue Simei's arrow, the blue tiger-scorpion constellation burst out. The next second, the arrow turned into three or four majestic green arrow feathers, which were shot fiercely one after another.
On top of the flying halberd.
"Boom, boom, boom," four loud sounds sounded in the air.
However, Xueximei's four green arrows were easily broken apart by the halberd of Bishamonten of the Celestial Race, one arrow after another, like a broken bamboo, and Xueximei's few arrows were effortlessly shot in the void.
In the middle, it was crushed into pieces and scattered in all directions.
"Princess, this Bishamonten is at the realm of creation. You can't stop him with this arrow. I don't know if it will be better with my arrow." Bazel whispered when he saw this.
shouted.
The green arrow in his hand was already flying out of his mouth before he finished speaking.
"Buzz," Bazel's arrow was indeed much more ferocious than Xuesimei's arrow feathers.
This arrow carried Bazel's rich fighting spirit and the illusory Perseus, trembling in the air and steadily hitting Bishamonten's halberd.
"Boom," there was a loud noise, and Bazel's green arrow feathers were not much more beautiful than Xuesi's.
The moment it came into contact with Bishamonten's halberd, it turned into little bits of dust and dissipated into the void.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that the Creation Realm would be so powerful. Even one of Bishamonten's weapons cannot be taken down by the two of us." Xuesimei murmured, looking at the battleship in the void with some regret.
Bai Shan looked at Xue Simei strangely. He was already in the Tianyan realm. According to dual cultivators, they should be almost the same. Could it be that he and the divine tree...
Thinking of this, Bai Shan shook his head, looked at the halberd flying quickly in the air, and asked softly: "Can this halberd pierce the protective shields such as Lamaguan'er?"
"No, but it can consume the spiritual stones in the city and indirectly damage the formation's protection."
At this moment, a loud voice came clearly from the high-altitude battleship to the head of Lamagon Pass.
"Elves, stop stubbornly resisting and surrender quickly. I, Bishamonten, have the virtue of a good life and will not kill you. You two, who are in the deified realm, cannot stop me!"
Hearing this, Bai Shan chuckled and nodded towards Xuesimei. Suddenly, a force of creation emerged from his finger.
"Huh," a hurricane suddenly appeared above the head of Lamaguan City.
This hurricane swept towards Bishamonten's halberd.
"Woo," the powerful and rich aura of creation spread out in this tornado-like hurricane. Bishamonten's arrogant halberd was like a little lamb, helplessly and obediently sucked into it.
It keeps rotating with the direction of the wind.
"Huhu...," kept going like this, this tornado seemed to have a clear target, and it swept crazily towards the ten warships of the Celestial Race in the void.
"Well, there are actually masters of creation in Lama Pass. Could they be elders of the elves? But that shouldn't be the case. The three elders of the elves are all in the middle stage of creation. They should be dragged to other gates.
Live."
On the battleship, Bishamonten and his square face were shocked and filled with strong doubts, but they did not dare to neglect when looking at the tornado sweeping over them.
"Huh," the right fist came out early.
I saw this punch, turning into an infinite size, carrying Bishamonten's powerful spiritual power and the wind force of creation, bombarding towards the tornado.
"Bang," suddenly, a loud bang resounded through the Rama Pass in the void. In an instant, the stream in the Nikanatra Mountains was shaken and the water flow stagnated.
"Whoosh," the huge tornado was immediately struck by the wind of creation with Bishamonten's punch, and dispersed slightly, but it was still extremely powerful and swept towards ten battleships.
"Battleship, starlight power, bombardment."
Bishamonten was suddenly frightened and hurriedly commanded ten warships to blast towards the wind of fortune in the White Mountains.
"Boom, boom, boom," suddenly endless starlight burst out from these ten battleships, finally tearing the wind of creation of Baishan into pieces.
Bishamonten, with a move of his right hand, summoned the halberd in the tornado back to his hand, and looked towards Rama Pass.
"I wonder if any of the bald-headed masters of the Creation Realm can come out and meet him."
Xue Simei looked towards the void and shook her head at Baishan and said: "No, they have battleships. Even if you are at the early stage of Tianyan cultivation, you cannot ignore them."
Baishan shook his head, but he was very eager to go up and fight Bishamonten. Although he was in the Tianyan realm, he was not very familiar with the fighting methods of the Creation realm and the Deified realm. To be honest, he was not very familiar with them.
The general guarding Lamagon Pass looked at the young prince and muttered: "In that case, we will use the dwarf chariot to hold the battle for the prince."
"Dwarf chariot?" Baishan looked at Bazel curiously. Bazel's herald had already waved the green flag gently.
"Quack, quack, quack," several huge figures slowly appeared above the head of Lamaguan City.
In this chaotic place, I saw that the Ming court's chariots and slaves were as big as countless times.
On top of the dwarf chariot with flashing runes, huge "spear" lay quietly on it.
Bai Shan looked at the spear on the dwarf chariot and couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said: "Is this a spear? Is it a pillar?"
Xue Simei chuckled and said: "This is the dwarf clan's ship-breaking gun that specializes in destroying battleships!"
"Dang, Dang, Dang," above the Lamagon Pass, green shields stood firmly in front of the Celestial warriors in golden battle armor, making the Celestial warriors unable to move forward.
"Huo," suddenly the elves in green robes waved their shields loudly, pushing the Celestial warriors backwards. At this moment, countless spears bursting with various elements struck fiercely.
Entering the golden-armored body, alluring blood flowers suddenly bloomed.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz," above the magic tower, earth-based quicksand and water-based freezing magic were shooting out, making it difficult for more than 10,000 golden-armored warriors to move. At the same time, there were countless green arrows from the elves, shooting from various tricky places.
Angle, shot steadily and accurately.
Suddenly, on top of the city of Rama Pass, the number of casualties among the golden-armored warriors continued to rise.
"Di Tian, this is a dwarf chariot. Let's retreat. The elves just figured out the plan and we have lost the opportunity to attack."
"It's a pity that more than 10,000 pioneers were lost like this." Bishamonten looked at Rama Pass with some depression and said bitterly.
"Keep the green hills here so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood, General!"
"You drive the battleship out of the range of the dwarves. I'm going to see which master of the elves is at Rama Pass. Is it Dennis? But even if he has been promoted to the creation realm, there shouldn't be such a big master.
What’s the right amount of power?”
In the void, ten battleships slowly retreated.
Bishamonten was holding a long halberd with hair all over his head, flying violently in the void.
"Brothers from Rama Pass, I, Bishamonten, am here to save you!"
Bishamonten, armed with a long halberd and unparalleled in majesty, rushed toward the green protective shield with a roar.
"Swish, swish, swish," but what greeted Bishamonten was a meal of green arrows bursting with fighting spirit.
"Di Tian, hurry up and don't come to save us. It is the mission of our Celestial Clan warriors to die in battle!" Immediately, there were eight or nine thousand soldiers left on top of the city, and the Celestial Clan soldiers all shouted.
Bishamonten suddenly had a resolute look on his face, and shouted angrily with a little shame: "Is there anyone from the elves who dares to fight me for hundreds of rounds? If I lose, I will kill you. If I win, I will let these armor go."