Yang Tian's powerful blow floated above the face of the twelve-winged holy angel, unable to move any further.
There is a faint force between heaven and earth restraining Yang Tian's sword.
Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the twelve-winged holy angel. If this sword was really struck, he would really go to hell.
This voice came too timely. After hearing the familiar voice, the twelve-winged holy angel had a look of disbelief and surprise on his face.
If this person comes, the situation on the battlefield may change again in an instant.
It's time for this nasty boy to die.
Outside the venue, many people in the Tianfu and the monastic world saw that figure in the distance, and for some reason their eyelids kept twitching.
"Who is this person?"
Someone asked.
But no one answered the question.
Because everyone's eyes were fixed on that figure.
The figure was still far away in the horizon just now, but in the blink of an eye, it appeared on the opposite side of Yang Tian.
He was tall and strong, with two long dark horns growing out of his head, and he looked domineering.
The nearly three-meter-long body seemed to have the power to stand up to the sky and the earth. Everyone felt that standing in front of him was as fragile and frail as a child.
The face of the majestic man could not be said to be handsome, but could even be said to be very rough. His arms were thicker than the waist of an ordinary person. He was wearing an animal skin coat with no inlays on it. Every step he took made the whole ground tremble.
The identity of this person is self-evident.
Beast King.
There is not one of the most powerful people in the West who is superior to the Elf King, the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel and the Dragon King.
In charge of the entire lost world, its strength is extremely powerful. The first-generation Beast King from our ancestors can even compete with gods.
Although it was rumored that he died at the hands of the gods, it was a glorious defeat.
After all, there are only a few people in the entire world who can fight with gods.
When Cang Long entered the Western World, it was he who led the entire Lost World's powerful forces to unite to suppress it and then seal it.
It was also him who wanted to use the blood of Canglong to sacrifice, open the ancient teleportation array, and let the Western gods come to the world.
There are no immortals or gods in this world, and the Beast King is the first person who dares to do this.
He can shock everyone in the West, and he can certainly do it here too.
When the pressure of the Beast King came, the whole ground suddenly shook for several minutes, and everyone felt despair under this force.
Some people's legs and feet are so weak that if they weren't supported by the people next to them, they might have fallen to their knees.
Even Ice Girl Wen Ya, Lan Mengxi and others felt a powerful pressure coming towards them.
They were all injured originally, but now they were subjected to such strong oppression, and their faces had turned pale.
Yang Tian naturally noticed this scene
Therefore, when facing the terrifying pressure of the Beast King, he could only release this power by retreating. However, he could not take even half a step back.
"The soul of the Immortal Emperor!"
The young man used up all the power of Niwan Palace, and then condensed into a tall shadow behind him.
The majesty of the Immortal Emperor cannot be violated.
When the Immortal Emperor's soul faced the power of the Beast King, the strongest person in the Lost World in the West, the two collided together, and instantaneous substantial power burst out and crushed them in all directions.
Xiyao stood up and quickly deployed a defensive formation based on the large formation.
And all the powerful men in Tianfu and the entire monastic world used their remaining true energy to condense on the formation, hoping to withstand this impact.
As for those who survived in the West, such as the dying Pope, Andrew and others saw Yang Tian condensing the phantom of the Immortal Emperor to compete with the Western Beast Emperor, their faces were full of horror. They each tried their best to resist, but they failed.
It's too late.
Although the battle between the two was invisible, the terrifying air waves tore apart the void in an instant.
Then, because the two forces were too strong, a terrifying ravine formed between them, which was bottomless.
About tens of feet long.
The two faced each other across the bank, and neither was weaker than the other.
That force crushed towards Pope Andrew. Even under such a state, they suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. Their breath became even more depressed, leaving only a weak half life.
Although Xiyao had already prepared, she still used all the power of the entire monastic world to form a defensive barrier to resist.
However, in the end, dense cracks appeared on the barrier.
If this were to shatter, I am afraid that nine out of ten cultivators in the entire monastic world would die here, including the remaining 10,000 people in Tianfu.
Everyone was almost in despair. Although Yang Tian was fighting with him, he was always paying attention to the situation behind him.
When the last barrier was about to shatter, Yang Tian's eyes turned blood red. He took a sudden step forward with a strong momentum, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and roared: "I am the Immortal Emperor, and I should suppress everything!"
These words were so powerful that the sky was changing, and wisps of weak power of law poured out, and the surface of the Immortal Emperor's soul seemed to be filled with this layer of golden light.
Yang Tian stepped forward, and the phantom of the Immortal Emperor also stepped forward. This side burst out with extremely strong momentum, and suddenly crushed the Beast Emperor.
"boom!"
This time they were no longer evenly matched. Under Yang Tian's Immortal Emperor Soul, the Beast Emperor's side instantly retreated a few steps before stopping.
The Beast King snorted, then had a look of shock on his face.
He swallowed the blood in his mouth, but Yang Tian couldn't bear it anymore and fell directly to the ground. He supported the ground with his palms and spat out a mouthful of blood mist with a puff.
A feeling of weakness came over him, his white hair was stained with blood, and the arms supporting his body were shaking.
However, the young man stood up again.
He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his body was like a small boat floating in the wind and rain, which might fall down.
The defense that everyone behind the young man had gathered together lasted until the end before it suddenly shattered, leaving everyone safe and sound.
But they all know how powerful that momentum is. If it were crushed, less than one tenth of the people would survive.
It was the young man in front of them who blocked the terrifying power and created a world for them.
When everyone saw the young man's thin body and the blood spurting out, their eyes became slightly moist.
"Let me out, I will fight side by side with Mr. Yang, even if I become his human shield, I will not hesitate to die."
A young man's eyes were blood red. He clenched his fist tightly, tore away all his companions who were blocking him, and rushed out resolutely.
"Yes, we can't let Mr. Yang carry it alone, we have to work side by side. This is the East, not the West, and we cannot tolerate these bastards here."
"Kill, I am willing to sacrifice my life in exchange for this victory."
"Mr. Yang is not fighting alone, he also has us. As long as we rush to the front, even if we become the lowest cannon fodder, as long as we can hold back the two-horned monster, we can win for Mr. Yang the chance to kill him.
Given the opportunity, we will die with no regrets."
Everyone knew that Yang Tian had exhausted all his cultivation and strength.
He is unable to fight anymore. If he continues to fight, he may burn his life like Wangchen and Xuankong.
They did it twice, which was a waste of time, and they are not willing to do it a third time.
The East cannot live without the most powerful person, and cannot live without him.
After living quietly for several times, everyone had a fire in their hearts, and now with Yang Tian's serious injury, this fire was finally ignited.
The Eastern monastic community has always been united, and this time they will let these hateful bastards see what it means to be brave and invincible.
The eyes of Wen Ya and the other girls were wet long before the boy was seriously injured.
He has endured too many battles and is unable to fight anymore. After being protected so many times, they can no longer just stay behind the boy.
"Is there anyone in Tianfu who can fight?
Wen Ya's eyes were sad, tears kept falling, but she still shouted angrily.
"The Tianfu disciples are here."
Many Tianfu disciples who were seriously injured gritted their teeth and tore off the bandages all over their bodies. Letting the blood flow, they resolutely grasped the fairy sword in their hands and stood up with difficulty.
"Listen to my order, gather the God-Slaying Formation, and kill everything!"
When Wen Ya said these words, this resolute voice echoed throughout the world... (To be continued)
