Chapter seven hundred and fiftieth: Wu Sheng's blow
The sword of the God of War was originally a magical weapon. After the extreme consumption, it fell to the ground diagonally. The sword body had already shown signs of damage. The breath of death continued to escape, and the huge jellyfish-shaped protective shield above the clouds also began to form.
It was ragged, like a giant hand holding up three or four thousand arrows that shot through the air.
Soon there was a rain of arrows falling from the sky, and the power had been neutralized. There was a tinkling sound, and the entire Platinum Square was like a target filled with darts. Bai Che was standing there, standing still, as Yu Xingqi's first killing wave
, he resolved it in the safest way.
"Huh, there's a moment!"
Qi Xiaoling said unwillingly, frowning.
Although he judged that the so-called Tianjiao inside must be possessing a spiritual weapon, Qi Xiaoling's face, which was originally filled with joy, still darkened a bit after witnessing this wave of killings being resolved by Bai Che.
"All armies, obey the order! Any enemy who offends my Star Cavalry will be killed without mercy!"
Qi Xiaoling was wearing armor, his chest was rising and falling slightly, and he gave an order with a powerful look in his eyes!
Ta-ta-ta!
The ground of Platinum Square trembled directly, and three thousand cavalry were ordered. The cavalry was fierce, thousands of horses galloped, and the long swords were dancing, rushing towards Bai Che like a tide.
In the blink of an eye, the formation of the cavalry changed. They were surrounded by a large circle on the left and right. The main force charged into the formation, and the archers were ready to attack. The sky and the earth, and the area of 10,000 meters, were all within the killing range.
This in itself is a massacre aimed at those at the peak of God-Slaying and even at the level of human martial gods. Even in a martial arts holy land like Beidao, there has not been a battle of this level in nearly a hundred years.
The visual impact is only secondary, the psychological level of destruction is also crucial.
The simplest algorithm, if three thousand transformation masters join forces, if compared from the level of Daxia Re weapons, it is already missile-level lethality.
Bang!
But he saw the true energy around Bai Che fluctuating, and green vines rising from the ground, ten feet, twenty feet, thirty feet...
Like tall buildings rising from the ground, his palms were already trembling slightly, and the strong sense of heavenly restraint made it almost difficult for him to breathe.
"cut!"
He gritted his teeth and spit out one word.
A condensed sword as thin as a cicada's wing fell into his hand. It was vast and simple, transparent to the years, and the aura of a human martial god clung to it.
It is no longer the power of Xianhai...
This sword is Daxia Martial Arts, the second strike from the hand of a human martial god in the past thirty years!
The God of War strikes! The last time Huang Tianshi struck, the residence of the Ye family's Qionglou Yuyu suddenly became the forbidden area of the Ye family. Thirty years later, the aura of death was still full and raging...
This time in Platinum Square, what kind of situation will Bai Che's attack bring to the sky?!
Boom!
Boom!
After Bai Che's strike to the sky, the image of the land sinking appeared in some areas of the entire South Island. There was no wind and huge waves on the other side of the sea level!
"Wow!"
The three major families far away from Platinum Square, as well as the Wuji Sect and other martial arts forces in their respective areas, all had varying degrees of damage to their family protection formations or even direct penetration.
Brilliant!
It exploded like this!
Whether it was people like Qin Miaoyu, Yu Linglong, or the many Daxia refugees and aborigines in the South Island, etc., after the blow to the sky, they all felt a sense of psychological and even physical landslides.
The low mountains roared, and thousands of trees folded. Even the pavilions and pavilions ten thousand meters away were damaged. The powerful and boundless residual aura continued to spread. Looking down from a high altitude, the South Island was centered on Platinum Square, with a huge circular shape.
The arc swept wildly, almost at the speed of the sound barrier.