Reaper's Wings

In the sky above Tianyuan City that day, the battle fame of the four great martial saints spread throughout the world, once again swearing to the world that the martial saints are invincible, and the power of the martial saints is deeply remembered by everyone.

In the brigade of 5000 people, there are people who have seen the power of Wu Sheng.

"It's Martial Saint, this is the power of Martial Saint!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's fearful expression, martial saint, saint, was out of the category of ordinary people.

Lou Xin's order could no longer stop the 5000-man brigade from retreating, but isn't it too late to retreat now?

Suddenly, a long howl erupted from the mountain where the vitality of heaven and earth poured down!

Hey!

Its sound is like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, like a dragon entering the sea, and the whole surrounding area is covered by this sound.

Boom boom boom!

Like a fountain erupting, the huge boulders on the mountainside could no longer bear the power of the martial saint, and vented out in all directions. Every piece of broken stone was like a life-threatening messenger, demanding for people's lives.

At the same time, the three huge pine and cypress trees lost their support and began to slide down from the mountain, falling straight down as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top.

"what!"

A scream pierced the sky, Lou Xin stood there blankly looking at his chest in disbelief, a fist-sized hole appeared there, blood gushed up like a spring, his chest was pierced by a piece up.

"Why is that?"

Lou Xin knelt down on the ground listening to the whistling sound of gravel, and murmured why, but no one would answer his question, because everyone was running for their lives.

The screams began to rage, and all the Xiqin soldiers began to run around for their lives, but how could their speed be faster than the flying of gravel, as if the scene in the Yixiantian Valley was reproduced again, except that those boulders became the current gravel.

But at the foot of the mountain root is another kind of scenery.

Wu Sheng's impact was from the inside of the mountain to the outside, and most of the shattered gravels flew forward and fell straight down. Even if some gravel fell, Zhang Qing, the Wuzong, was here, and he took the broken Shi Jian blocked it elsewhere, and the South Korean soldiers escaped their lives because they were surrounded and squeezed to the root of the mountain.

The fate of life is always so unpredictable, just when Zhang Qing and the others thought they were out of danger, one of the giant pine and cypress trees that they fell under last night was falling towards them.

The giant pine and cypress tree is extremely heavy, and it is unshakable when it is rooted in the rocks. Although the broken rocks made its grip unstable, and the impact of the martial saint's power made it break away from the mountain, but at this time the martial saint's power The external force has also been exhausted, only under the action of gravity they began to fall straight down.

And one of them was on top of Zhang Qing and the others.

At a critical moment, Zhang Qing made a decisive decision on the spot.

"Stacking Arhats, all people above martial arts are on the top floor. We must minimize our own space."

After speaking, he immediately grabbed Song Dong and Zhao Yanting and ran up the mountain, and the others immediately started to act in a tacit understanding, obviously they had done this before.

When the giant tree falls, although its branches and leaves will be rubbed by the mountain, the speed will inevitably start to accelerate. Just as Zhang Qing's Arhat has just formed, the huge pines and cypresses are already less than [-] meters away from them.

Zhang Qing stood on the top floor, Song Dong and Zhao Yanting who had been captured by him were on the second floor, while Chen Cheng and other three martial masters were on the third floor. Two people stacked on top of each other to support the six people above.

Standing on the highest floor, Zhang Qing's eyes were fixed. Although stacking the arhats reduced their space a lot, they were still inevitably scratched according to the falling direction of the pines and cypresses.

Zhang Qing let the powerful people stand at the top because he was worried about this situation.

"Everyone who can shoot will bombard the tree for me!"

If you can't stop the giant tree from falling, let it change its direction. Although I don't know if it will succeed, this is the only chance for Zhang Qing and the others.

Zhang Qing clenched his fists, Zhao Yanting dropped his long spear, Song Dong also raised his fists, Chen Cheng clenched his fists, and all South Korean soldiers clenched their fists.

Arrived!

"hit!"

Zhang Qing yelled, Wu Zong's full strength exploded, Song Dong also did not dare to hide his clumsiness, the power of an image combined with the power of the newly promoted martial artist to swing both fists, Zhao Yanting, Chen Cheng, everyone swung their most powerful punches .

boom!

There seems to be a sound in the world, that is the sound of fists hitting trees.

Human potential always explodes between life and death, and everyone has exerted a power that they could not imagine at ordinary times. The huge pine and cypress tree was finally bombarded by this united force and deviated a little bit.

Boom!

The pines and cypresses fell to the ground, and the arhats piled up by the South Korean soldiers dispersed instantly. They seemed to have experienced an arduous battle, and everyone had lost their strength.

Even so, there were still a few people who were injured by the pine and cypress branches, and Zhao Yanting was one of them. At this time, a wound on his abdomen was bleeding, but no matter what, it was good to be alive!

And when the three pine and cypress trees had fallen to the ground, all the gravel had already stopped on the ground. Apart from the screams from around, there was no second sound from the entire mountain corner.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice appeared, as if it hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! I finally broke through to Martial Saint."

Swish!

The master who caused all these horrible destructions finally came out from the inside of the mountain. He was suspended in the air halfway up the mountain, laughing up to the sky, as if he was enjoying the blessings of the world.

He naturally saw everything at the foot of the mountain, but now that he is a martial saint, those people at the foot of the mountain are just ants, there is no need to care about their life and death.

"Hahaha!"

The laughter continued and grew louder, as if he wanted the whole world to hear his laughter.

Uh!

But the laughter suddenly stopped abruptly at the highest point. It was as if the vocal cords of the newly promoted Martial Saint had been cut off by someone. At some point, a black shadow appeared in front of him, and the black shadow's palm was holding his hand. neck.

"I have waited for you for a long time, and Wu Sheng's battle spirit is the best."

This black shadow is naturally the slave who has already arrived, and my newly promoted Martial Saint died in his hands before he could enjoy everything he had.

This is Nu Yi took out a bead-like thing from his hand, and put it on the forehead of the newly promoted Martial Saint who had just died. After a while, something that seemed to have a real soul was pulled out by it. , and then swallowed directly into the beads.

Put the beads away and let your palms go.

The newly promoted Martial Saint fell straight down like a tree without roots, and with a bang, he just fell into the pile of rubble that he had just killed, which seemed so ironic and ridiculous.

At this time, the entire valley was already silent, and everyone watched the man floating in the air like a shadow, not daring to make a sound.

Martial Saint, that is Martial Saint, although he was just promoted, why did he die like this.

This is definitely the shortest-lived martial saint in history!

"Oh, I found it!" Nu Yi's gaze finally landed on Zhao Yanting's body, and the next moment, Nu Yi's gaze stayed on Zhao Yanting's injured abdomen, where Zhao Yanting's blood was found.

"Come!"

Seeing Nuyi's hand move, a stream of blood from Zhao Yanting's injured abdomen was directly caught by him in the air, and then he put this stream of blood on something like a compass, and the blood was sucked into the compass in an instant.

In 5 minutes, the compass was put away by the slave, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"No, no blood power!"

After making sure, Nuyi looked at Zhao Yanting disappointedly and shook his head, then his eyes fell on Song Dong who was next to him and shook his head in the same way, as if sighing why these two talented people don't have the power of blood, In that place where the blood of the race is respected, no matter how good the talent is, the achievement will not be high in the end.

Averting his eyes from the two of them, Nu Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth when he saw those Xiqin people who were still alive, and held his hand again for a while, and the vitality became sharp knives under his swing, and all the Xiqin people who were still alive The Qin people entered death without making a second sound.

Five thousand Western Qin corpses lay at the foot of the mountain like this.

Then his eyes once again fell on Nam Han at the root of the mountain.

Zhang Qing was taken aback by this sight. Just now, Nu Yi's action of easily beheading the Martial Saint terrified him. Just now, Nu Yi took Zhao Yanting's blood and a series of actions made him puzzled. Just now, Nu Yi easily killed all the Western Qin people. His actions made him feel cold-blooded and ruthless.

Under Nu Yi's gaze, Zhang Qing felt his scalp tingling, but he still stood up, keeping Zhao Yanting and Song Dong behind him, even though he knew it would be useless.

"Don't be afraid!" Nu Yi's voice came, although he was in a deep voice, there was no malice: "I was entrusted by Bi Fang to help you escape, and there is no other West Qin in this area except this West Qin brigade. People, you are safe and can return to South Korea with peace of mind."

"My lord, are you a friend of Commander Bi Fang?" Zhang Qing asked in surprise.

"you can say it this way."

"That Zhang Qing really wants to thank Sir for saving his life."

After speaking, Zhang Qing bowed to Nuyi, and other active people also bowed one after another.

"Yeah!" Nu Yi said a few more words in a pretentious manner, saying that he still had something else to look for and then flew away.

It wasn't until Nu Yi's figure completely disappeared that everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Qing and Song Dong also quickly came to Zhao Yanting's side to help him bandage his wound.

In his mind, Song Dong asked the death scythe, "Are you really gone?"

"Let's go, Zhao Yanting's blood god's bloodline was hidden by the blood-e skull, so he left without discovering it."

At this time, Song Dong really let out a sigh of relief. Just now, the slave gave him too much oppression. He knew that he was just an ant that could be crushed to death in front of this man.

"However, he left us a good gift, five thousand corpses, and a martial saint, that's great!"

"But how does Yan Ting absorb blood when he is injured, and what if the black shadow returns."

"Isn't there still you? Don't worry, the blood-e skull can't leave Zhao Yanting for too long, but it's okay for one night. That black shadow is anxious to go to other places to absorb the battle spirit and will never return."

"War Soul, what is that?"