When the hand of the God King wanted to destroy this wild land, a pair of swords came out across the sky.
The corners of Nan Xueluo's lips were stained with bright red blood, and the wind and snow wings behind her back spread out with a stabbing sound, soaring and flying.
Qingge uses the power of his spirit to prop up his body and hang in the air.
The third line where the tip of King Ming's sword touches the hand of God King is the center of the technique "Shadow of Palm".
Nan Xueluo said that this is the place where the God King's hand is most vulnerable.
Even so, when Qingge struck with all his strength and slashed at this place with a knife, the shadow of his palm did not move at all, and there was no crack at all.
Next to it, Nan Xueluo's Snow Wind Sword, as frosty as light, is also full of ancient power.
The two suddenly attacked the third route, but the ending was still not very optimistic.
The palm shadow of the God King's hand is still falling, and as it falls and covers it, it becomes faster and faster, and its strength becomes more and more powerful.
Seeing that the palm shadow is only as high as a tree from the ground, and the area of the palm shadow continues to grow.
It is unimaginable that a palm shadow can cover the entire formation, and even most of the death realm.
This palm is not made of flesh and blood, but is actually a diamond, solid and hard. Even the Mingwang Sword and the Fengxue Sword cannot break any flaws.
The God King sneered, full of contempt, and as he sneered, he pressed his palm down, his eyes suddenly condensed and sharp.
The power of the palm shadow is comparable to that of a towering mountain, like a collapsing sky, falling crazily and weighing ten thousand kilograms.
At this time, the palm shadow was only one person's height above the ground, and both Qing Ge and Nan Xueluo's feet were on the ground.
Their faces were pale, their eyes were reddish, and they were both supported by a strong energy.
The sky is no longer the sky, there are no cold stars or bright moon, only huge palms can be seen, trying to destroy this mountain range, this group of hot-blooded boys and girls.
Ding--
A piano sound sounded.
Under the destroyed black crow tree, Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes and hugged her piano, playing the sound of light that could withstand the endless darkness.
"His grandma, I will fight with you!" Liu Yan'er pulled out the Waning Moon Sword again, and actually released the shadow of the God King's hand shrouded in ice.
This little power is nothing but a drop in the bucket in the face of the God King's hand.
Everyone understands that mantises are like chariots, and they overestimate their own capabilities. But no one wants to be a deserter in Dongzhou. They all pick up the sword called dignity, fight for it, never give up, and defend their crumbling homeland in the wind and rain.
Most of the palm shadow's power was placed on Nan Xueluo and Qing Ge.
Nan Xueluo turned around and looked at Liu Yan'er, slightly surprised.
Liu Yan'er has a rare ice physique, but Nan Xueluo feels that Liu Yan'er has an ordinary body and cannot exert the power of ice and snow.
However, Liu Yan'er's vigorous attack actually delayed the God King's hand, even if it was only for a moment, it was enough to shock people.
Qing Ge frowned, gritted his teeth, looked up, and couldn't even see the enemy troops outside the formation who were arrogantly adding insult to injury.
There is only one hand that swallows the sky and splits the mountains.
The light and shadow of the God King stood high in the sky, jokingly watching the struggle of a group of ants.
"A Luo, now you still have a chance to come back to my side. I will let all this be bygones." The God King's voice was no longer gentle, but rather fierce.
Let bygones be bygones?
Qingge just felt that maybe she heard wrongly. Are there really such ignorant and shameless people in this world?
He was the ancient sage, he was the one who killed and coerced people, and the God King did all the good and bad things.
Qing Ge turned around to look, seeing Nan Xueluo's pale face expressionless.
Nan Xueluo pursed her lips slightly and lowered her eyes to look at the tips of her shoes. Obviously, Nan Xueluo also felt deeply powerless.
"Aluo?" Qingge spoke out, calling back Nan Xueluo's reason, seeming to understand what Nan Xueluo was thinking, Qingge gritted her teeth slightly and said: "No, my enemy is not only the God King, but also
A dog thief is in prison, looking for no tears like a vicious dog. They are all watching with eager eyes, ready to attack. Even if you compromise and go back, you are just a sheep in the tiger's mouth."
"I don't want to see the soldiers under your command die at the hands of the God King." Nan Xueluo said.
"For a soldier, dying on the battlefield is our glory and the destination of life!" Qingge said with red eyes.
If one day she dies in battle, she may feel regretful, but not regretful.
Hearing this, Nan Xuelou's heart was deeply shocked.
After a moment, Nan Xueluo once again gathered the power of the wind and snow: "Okay, I won't regret dying in Dongzhou in battle."
Seeing that Nan Xueluo was determined, Qing Ge breathed a sigh of relief.
Qingge threw away the Mingwang Sword, her eyes slightly focused, and the cold smoke from the Nightmare North and the evil spirit of the Blood Demon turned into two long whips and wrapped around the palm of the God King.
Qingge ran wildly under the palm, looking for the end of the hand of the God King.
When Yanbei Hanyan touched the hand of the God King, he followed the shadow of the palm into the God King's giant light and shadow, and then passed through the formation to the God King's body.
The soft songs continue to increase the corrosive power of the cold air in the north, trying to seize the soul of the God King and shake the God King's will.
As long as the God King is in a daze, she and Nan Xueluo can find the flaw in the God King's hand again and move forward until victory.
However, the Nightmare Bei Hanyan did not seem to have any deterrent effect on the God King.
God King Guangying smiled evilly, looked down at Qing Ge, and said disdainfully: "East Emperor, do you only know how to play these children's tricks? It's really disappointing."
"How could this be?" Qing Ge's eyes flashed.
"This person has become a demon and is not considered a normal person. The power of the cold smoke has no effect on him." The remnant soul of the ancient dragon said: "Little girl, you are unable to resist, do you want my help?"
The remnant soul of the ancient dragon is considered a trump card of Qing Ge. This trump card can only be used once.
Gu Long said that he was a remnant soul and had no physical power, but he could deliver the final blow before dying.
Qingge hesitated for a moment. She would not use the remnant soul of the ancient dragon until the last moment.
She has many enemies. Using the ancient dragon's power here is not killing a chicken with a knife.
only……
Qing Ge looked at the soldiers who were still resisting and felt unbearable.
She is the faith of this world, and she must not just watch her people die at the hands of the enemy.
Qingge closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally made a decision.
Let’s talk about tomorrow’s enemies.
The enemy in front of us is imminent and we cannot wait any longer.
"Senior Gu Long!"
Qingge watched the hand of the God King getting closer and closer to the ground, unwilling to wait, and wanted to call the ancient dragon to fight.
"Princess, the end will come soon!" A voice said with great momentum, like thousands of horses galloping, like mountains and rivers trembling together.
An old and energetic voice suddenly emerged.
The old man's voice was particularly familiar.
In the dim place under the palm, Qing Ge looked up and saw only the lines on the palm of the God King's hand.
That is--
Qing Ge only heard chaotic sounds and that amazing momentum.
It was as if there was a heaven-defying artifact that cut through the night sky and struck the hand of the God King under the white moon and stars.
The impregnable palm seemed to be unscathed, but after a moment, it gradually became mottled, cracks spread irregularly, and finally fell into pieces.
The shadow of the palm turned into a black downpour, and the bright moonlight shone on Qingge's cheek.
When she looked towards the person coming, she saw a person walking across layers of enemy troops as if walking on flat ground, crossing the Four-Elephant Heavenly Thunder Formation, and appeared steadily in front.
He was hunched over, with the Demon King Sword in his hand pressed against the ground.
He raised his head, revealing a pair of gray eyes in the dark night.
"Princess, the end will come later!" It was still the same words, still an old voice, but like an ancient general who had experienced the baptism of time, it was majestic in all directions.