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Chapter 1494 A fighting style that is not afraid of death.

In the middle of the battlefield, a big river traverses the sky and passes through the battlefield. Its origin and end are unknown.

The river is choppy, and there are turbulent waves crashing on the shore all the time, but there is no sound, and there is no water vapor, but it is full of bloody smell, which is extremely weird.

And above the big river, the monks on both sides were like locusts, covering the entire sky densely, roaring in their mouths, and kept rushing towards each other.

In order to get closer, countless magical weapons, spiritual weapons, formations, and various attack forms transformed by spiritual energy bombarded towards the opponent one after another.

Immediately, the entire sky was filled with countless fire rains, ice and snow, and thunder.

Boom~
Boom...

The collision of the strengths of the two sides dyed the entire sky colorfully.

And the ones that rushed to the front were directly torn into pieces by the aftermath formed by the collision of various energies, and fell down one after another.

The big river that was originally dyed red, became more vivid as monks continued to fall, and the smell of blood permeated the entire battlefield. Countless remnants below the river kept screaming, wanting to break through the shackles of the big river, But it was suppressed by an invisible force.

boom!
The two sides finally collided together, like serious chariots, shuttled through the crowd without letting go, and each found their own opponents, some one-on-two, some one-on-three.

Roaring, laughing, terrifying energy rolled up the entire battlefield.

The howling wind, the flashing thunder, the scorching fire, and the flooding water all vented the anger in the hearts of these monks.

suddenly!

"boom!"

A muffled sound spread throughout the entire battlefield, and the terrifying aftermath formed an energy storm, rolling away in all directions.

It turned out to be a monk at the fusion stage in the Central Plains. Because he rushed too deep, facing the siege of many people in the Western Regions, he knew that he would not survive, so he even blew up his Nascent Soul and dragged the other party to die.

Within a radius of a few hundred feet, it was instantly torn into pieces by the energy of this fit monk, and the aftermath of the energy continued to spread towards the surroundings. The huge impact directly made the surrounding space appear one after another Tiny cracks.

Blood rained all over the sky, and the surroundings instantly filled with the smell of blood. I don't know which one belonged to the body-fitting monks, or those Western Region monks who were torn to pieces by the dream formed by his self-explosion.

This kind of scene is not limited to this place. In the entire battlefield, this kind of border is not uncommon. Almost every minute and every second, there will be hundreds of times, the sound of self-detonation by monks.

Before the start of this great war, these monks were ready to fall, because they could not back down at this time, they were not only for themselves, but also for their comrades, sects, relatives, and friends, they were for countless creatures in the Central Plains .

Because once they backed down, the entire Central Plains would eventually be broken by the Western Regions. At that time, even if they were alive, their lives would be worse than death, and the entire Central Plains would be reduced to hell.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Countless explosions resounded through the heaven and earth, and mushroom cloud-like energy erupted one after another. Each explosion could take away hundreds, or even thousands of monks from the Western Regions.

Some monks from the Central Plains didn't even care about it, and directly let the opponent's attack fall on themselves, but directly blew themselves up towards the opponent's camp with a large number of people.

For a moment, the monks from the Western Regions saw some monks from the Central Plains rushing towards them, and immediately turned their faces away, and retreated quickly, as if they were not facing the monks from the Central Plains, but a demon king from hell.

"Why is this happening? We are all monks, so why are they not afraid of death? Even if they could run away and avoid it, they didn't do that, but dragged you to blow yourself up?"

Countless monks from the Western Regions kept roaring in their hearts.

No matter what, they couldn't figure out why the other party was so unafraid of death.

In fact, the Western Regions are always the attackers, so they can't understand the other party's mood. When the Central Plains fall together, it doesn't matter if they are alive or dead.

Therefore, even if they die, they don't understand what this is for.

Seeing this situation, the kings and powerhouses of the Western Regions couldn't help but frown.

This situation is not what they want to see, because if this continues, the monks on their side will be exhausted by the other party in a short time.

In fact, the difference in the number of the two sides is not that big, but it is only because the existence of the same level in the Western Regions is much stronger than that of the Central Plains. , or legal weapon, spiritual weapon.

The monks in the triple domain in the Western Regions basically focus on body training, so their bodies are much stronger than the monks in the Central Plains.

And with the assistance of the Nine Heavens Territory, they are even more at ease, which is why the Central Plains was suppressed by the Western Regions even though the two sides had little difference in numbers.

But now, as the monks in the Central Plains are not afraid of death, they directly pull them to blew themselves up. Sometimes a person blew up and took away hundreds or even thousands of people from the other party.

You know, the monks in the triple domain were looking at their powerful bodies before, but now they can't fight melee. This is undoubtedly not weakening their strength?

"King! The opponent's constant self-explosion makes our side fearful and unable to replace the greatest combat power. If this continues, our people may be exhausted. At that time, even if we can break through the Central Plains, we It will also be a huge loss.”

"At that time, if those girls from the Nine Heavens Region, or people from the Taiping Region attack us, we will be unable to stop them. You know, the Taiping Region has always been on good terms with the Central Plains!"

Standing behind the king, a strong man comparable to the Nine Tribulations Sanxian suddenly spoke.

Not only this strong man who is comparable to the Nine Tribulations Sanxian, but other strong men in the Western Regions, including the king, naturally know this situation, but they have nothing to do in the face of this situation.

Can you still make people not blow themselves up, even if they can stop one or two, but there are so many monks in the Central Plains, as if they are not afraid of death, rushing directly to their crowd and leaving, directly blowing themselves up, they can't stop them at all.

The self-destruction of these low-level monks is nothing to strong people like them. Even if they stand in the center of the self-destruction, they will not hurt them at all.

But they are not afraid, but those tribesmen below are not.

"Can you think of a way to break the opponent's self-destruction?"

After being silent for a while, the king of the Western Regions suddenly turned to look at the strong men beside him, and then asked.

Hearing Wang's question, these strong men from the Western Regions looked at each other, and then shook their heads.

As they said, this method cannot be cracked at all, unless the opponent is isolated with a strong force at the moment of self-destruct, but this is impossible, because there are too many people who self-destruct.

(End of this chapter)