The power of those millions of fairy swords can crush everything. Each fairy sword carries powerful power.
Not to mention that there are 300,000 troops in front of you, even if you have one million, you will still die.
"Insult the humble status of my Chinese people? It's ridiculous, you are not even ants in front of me."
He is the Immortal Emperor, transcending all existence.
The European onlookers and the 300,000-strong army turned pale at this moment and began to tremble with fear.
Looking at the young man floating in the void, he looked like a god.
How dare they attack the gods just now?
"Run quickly,"
The oppressive power of millions of fairy swords made people desperate. Those people knew they were outmatched and fled here quickly.
"late."
Yang Tian's voice was cold. After saying this, millions of fairy swords fell from the sky. All the hundreds of armed helicopters and fighter jets were destroyed and exploded in the sky, forming a flame even more brilliant than fireworks.
The whole scene was very shocking. However, no one had time to appreciate it all.
They cried for their parents and ran for their lives, only hating their parents for not giving them four more legs.
Now, they finally understand why the Pope and the Twelve-Winged Holy Angels have so many people, but they are still afraid of just one person from the other side.
The strength of one young man can stop a million troops.
At this moment, each of them felt regretful and wanted to escape from here quickly.
However, everyone is covered by millions of fairy swords,
The power of the fairy sword was unmatched by everyone present, and hundreds of thousands of people were all annihilated in it.
Of course, including all powerful men in the lost world such as the Pope and the Twelve-Winged Holy Angels.
Those eight-winged angels and the powerful elves with the same strength as the magisters can almost defeat the entire West if calculated based on their strength.
But in front of Yang Tian, they are just ants with some power.
Under the fairy sword, everyone cried for father and mother, the scene was extremely bloody, bones were everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.
Among the hundreds of thousands of troops and onlookers, there was not even a single survivor.
The entire earth cracked open due to the power of the fairy sword.
Not only that, thirty eight-winged angels and dozens of elven magisters just appeared on the scene, and they were all annihilated before they even had time to take action.
The twelve-winged holy angel was protected by his own tribe, so he did not die, but all his tribe members died.
The Pope is equal in strength to the great elder of the Elf clan.
According to the classification of the realm, they are equivalent to the strength of the early stage of Ascension Realm, so they are only slightly injured and not serious.
There were more than 300,000 people in the field, and now only three of them were left.
With the strength at the peak of the middle stage of Hedao Saint Realm, he has become more comfortable in controlling millions of fairy swords, and the power he exerts is even more powerful.
When those people hiding in the M Group saw this scene, their jaws dropped to the ground in shock.
"Is Mr. Yang really a god?"
One person asked.
Others have not recovered from the shock, but they still said: "If Mr. Yang is not a god, how could he kill so many people with one move?"
They were desperate just now, thinking that it was absolutely impossible for Yang Tian to resist these hundreds of thousands of troops, and that the Mu Group would not be able to survive.
Now that hundreds of thousands of people have died outside the gates of M Moser Group, they all have an unreal feeling.
In the field, the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel looked at the tragic deaths of his people, his face twisted involuntarily and he shouted at Yang Tian: "I'm going to kill you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards Yang Tian, his body emitting a bright light.
Obviously, he wanted to blow himself up and fight Yang Tian for his life.
"Don't be impulsive, the Holy Angel will be back soon,"
The elders of the elves spoke anxiously, but Yang Tian had already noticed it, and directly concentrated the power of the immortal essence, and the void strangled the neck of the twelve-winged holy angel.
"Let me go, bastard, I will die with you,"
The twelve-winged holy angels are constantly struggling, and the death of thirty eight-winged angels is equivalent to the complete decline of the angelic clan.
And all this is because of Yang Tian, and his hatred for Yang Tian has reached the extreme.
Yang Tian asked with a chill in his eyes: "Do you regret it?"
When the twelve-winged holy angel heard this, his eyes turned blood red.
He has long regretted it. He should not have participated in the invasion of the East.
Otherwise, why would we end up in this situation?
At first, he thought that the Eastern monastic world was like fish on the chopping board, to be slaughtered by the powerful Westerners.
He wanted to gain huge benefits, so he went to the East. It was originally a sure-win situation, but in the end it was reversed because of the appearance of the young man in front of him.
The Dragon King died, dozens of powerful dragons were destroyed, and the Elf King also died. He was the only survivor of the lost world. Despite this, he also had twelve wings cut off, lost all his cultivation, and became a useless person.
If it weren't for the Beast King's intervention, he would have died in Yang Tian's hands a month ago.
Although he narrowly escaped death, he only lived for one more month.
The twelve-winged holy angel closed his eyes in despair. He would rather die in the east before January, so that his people would not be implicated in dying for him.
"Go ahead. The Beast King will definitely avenge me. If you dare to come to the West alone, even if you have the ability to reach heaven, you will definitely die here. I will wait for you to come down in hell."
The face of the twelve-winged holy angel is ferocious, with blue veins clearly visible.
"You don't need to worry about me anymore."
Yang Tian's tone was cold, and his palms suddenly exerted force. Under the pressure of the powerful immortal energy, the twelve-winged holy angel instantly turned into a ball of blood mist under the eyes of the Pope and the Elf Elder.
No bones remain.
"Run away."
The pope and the elder of the elves knew that they were no match for Yang Tian. After looking at each other, they each fled in one direction.
"Can you escape?"
The corners of Yang Tian's mouth curled up.
"Heaven-cutting style!"
The majestic immortal energy surged out of the body, Yang Tian's hands each condensed a half-moon slash, and then slashed at the two people who were escaping.
At this stage of his life, he can now perform the Heaven-Destroying Style at will.
Moreover, there are still two Heaven-Destroying Styles in one cast.
When these two sky-cutting moves were released, the entire sky was torn apart.
Those two brilliant half-moon slashes were thousands of feet long, and the hard ground was also cracked.
"No!"
The pope and the elders of the elves saw this scene with despair in their eyes. They used terrifying power to resist, but they were annihilated.
After all the power disappeared, Yang Tian slowly walked to the Pope who was lying in a pool of blood.
"Let me go, cough!"
Half of the Pope's body was cut off, but he still survived despite his strong cultivation.
He looked extremely miserable. He kept supporting his body with his hands and retreating. His eyes were full of fear, and he kept begging for mercy.
"As long as you let me go, I will become your loyal lackey, the entire Holy See will obey your orders, and the entire West will become your world. Please, I don't want to die."
The Pope does not take life and death as lightly as the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel. When he reaches his position, he does not want to die even more.
However, Yang Tian looked down upon these people at all, and he had no sympathy for the Pope.
"When you invaded Dongfang, if I didn't take action, would you let Tianfu go?"
The young man's voice was cold, and there was no wave in his eyes.
"I……"
The Pope was speechless. He was seriously injured and was dying.
"Can't you answer that? If so, then go to hell. Remember, the biggest wrong thing you have ever done in your life is to offend me."
After Yang Tian finished saying this, he gathered a sword energy in his hand, and then slashed directly towards the Pope.
The most powerful member of the Holy See in the Western world has fallen.
After doing all this, Yang Tian found that the great elder of the Elf clan in the opposite direction stumbled up and continued to run away.
"The vitality is really tenacious!"
A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Yang Tian's mouth, and then he lightly shouted Zhu Xian.
The fairy sword instantly floated in front of him, and after spinning around in the void, it shot towards the back of the great elder of the Elf clan.
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The Zhuxian Sword was so powerful that it instantly passed through the great elder's body and pinned him directly to the ground.
The smell of blood in the field is nauseating,
After those people hiding in the Mu Group saw this scene, the corners of their eyes were beating hard.
Yang Tianzhen destroyed everything on the other side by himself. (To be continued)
