Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

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The true stories of Nirvana God Realm, the lower ranks of the two large groups, all transferred to the battlefield.

They were like two torrents constantly colliding, splashing blood against each other, and soaring into the sky, like a landslide and tsunami.

Whoo!

Xiao Ye flickered and was participating in the war.

Because he was dragging his unhealed body and restricted a lot, he was no longer as strong as before and became very conservative.

He used the power of blood to protect his body in the tide of the true transmission of the two groups, while also exerting magical powers, looking for opportunities to kill the enemy with blood.

Based on Xiao Ye's majestic foundation, the supernatural power of unstoppable madness is unstoppable, and the true wing **** near him is shocked and coughs blood.

As for the seven nights, it is extremely amazing.

He was transformed into a beam of chaotic light as if a dragon entered the sea and swept through the army.

Like Xiao Ye, he hadn't studied ancient Shinto system yet, but the magical power he displayed was cryptic and unpredictable.

"Kill kill!"

"Do you really think our ancient **** group will be suppressed by you?"

The ancient **** lineage is absolutely strong. Which of these ancient gods is the true generation? They are as powerful as the sea and their fighting spirit is surging.

Now that the situation has changed, they are all morale soaring, all as if possessed by the devil, followed by top powerhouses such as Nati and Wei Zhengguang, rushing left and right in the battlefield, and squatting.

From the momentum, the true biography of Yishen has been completely suppressed.

Even though they had the heart to suppress Xiao Ye and Qi Ye, they could not draw enough manpower, and they all fell into a bitter battle.

Even Xi Li, the strongest of them, had nothing to do with Gu Zhao alone.

In a flash, days passed.

This chaotic void has already been beaten to pieces and the rules are disordered.

The blood of various colors converged into a long river, flowing turbulently.

Among them, the blood of the gods contains the blood of the wing gods.

Looking around, there were already 500 true legends of Wing Gods in the field, and they fell away.

In contrast, the true transmission of the ancient gods, but the loss is not more than a hundred, such a sharp contrast, so that the remaining wings of the true transmission of the heart gradually sink into the valley, the whole body is cold.

"enough!"

Suddenly, an angry roar rang through and turned into a supreme sonic wave, shaking the world's four poles trembling.

The true biography of both parties in the fight is trembling, and many of them are stunned with blood, and they look to the distance in horror.

At this moment, Hilary, who was ten thousand feet tall, withdrew from the battlefield and withdrew from the battlefield.

His world-famous divine power was weak, and he had a war with Gu Zhao. Obviously, he was at a disadvantage. Now the loss is too large and he has been injured. The one **** wing on the back is split.

"Brother Xili!"

At this moment, the true wing gods in the field are looking at each other with concern.

"This time, it's my care!"

Xi Li's eyes swayed like a fire, swept across the field, and finally fell on Xiao Ye and Qi Ye. There was an inexplicable emotion.

Originally, their winged gods and tribes took advantage of the number and took the absolute upper hand.

As a result, the interference of these two geniuses changed the direction of this decisive battle.

"let's go!"

At the next moment, Sirik restrained his emotions and growled.

"go?"

As soon as this remark came out, the remaining true wing gods in the field were slightly changed in expression.

Now in the third stage of the decisive battle.

Does leaving at this time mean bowing down to admit defeat?

But their minds were surging, and all words could not be spoken.

From their active killing to the present, the Winged Gods group has lost a total of nine hundred true biography!

After surveying nearly a hundred Permian, their winged gods and tribes may suffer such losses for the first time.

It’s just that they are careless, and it’s just bad luck.

If you continue to fight with the ancient gods, it will only be a war of attrition, and it will be meaningless.

"Gu Zhao, the battle between you and me will continue in the future!"

At this moment, Hiri no longer spoke much, and stretched the chaotic **** wings toward the far sky, and the blue super **** star flew away.

Uh! Uh! Uh!

Other Wing Gods really heard this, they were sighing helplessly, with complex emotions, subsided like a tide.

"A decisive battle, is it over?"

"Haha, I can live an extra period!"

...

On the field, the blood-stained ancient gods, who either laughed heartily, or had tears in their eyes, seemed to have seen the dawn of the coming of the Neogene.

The alternating impact of the Permian is due to the rules of heaven and earth.

In each stage, the acquired spirits of the same realm fight each other, in order to comply with the rules, actively eliminate the opponent, and increase the probability of survival, rather than necessarily destroying the opponent.

Today, the two great innate gods and spirits have lost enough true stories!

There is really no need to continue the war.

"Is it really over?"

Xiao Ye looked around, shaking his body, which involved his injuries. He couldn't hold on and could only sit down in the void.

Their ancient gods are true, although they won in the decisive battle, but the loss is not small.

At the beginning of the third stage, there were five hundred statues, the true story of the lower nirvana, but now it is almost less than three hundred.

"Fortunately, Qu Liang and Brother Taishan are still alive!"

Xiao Ye's eyes swept, and those familiar old friends, a tired face, showed a smile.

Uh!

Suddenly, Xiao Ye's eyes looked in the other direction.

The seven nights of the white robe fluttering at him, too.

"This time, Qi Ye slaughtered more than two hundred true legends of wing gods!" Xiao Ye was amazed.

The other party is too mysterious.

Although he came to the next Nirvana, he was incredibly powerful and hard to speculate. He had never seen the other party before and used his full strength.

"It seems that this time the contest, you and I can be considered a tie." Qi Ye stared at Xiao Ye, smiled slightly, then withdrew his gaze.

"You guys."

"Although these true wing gods have retreated, they cannot guarantee that they will not make a comeback."

"And, in the third stage, there are more than 10,000 years left to end, so everyone must be vigilant."

At this moment, a gentle voice resounded.

That was Gu Zhaofei coming over.

In a fierce battle with the strong men such as Xilina, Gu Zhao appeared tired, but there was no injury, and a smile appeared on his face.

In the third stage, although they lost a lot of ancient **** groups.

But the top fighting power in the lower Nirvana Realm, as well as Xiao Ye and Qi Ye with great potential, all survived, which is also a good harvest.

"There are more than ten thousand years..." Xiao Ye heard a moment of silence and fell into contemplation.

"Let everyone heal first."

Like a lion, Nati, who has outstanding temperament, also sacrificed her own Zichen continent, soaring out of thin air.

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Suddenly, all the remaining true stories of the ancient gods rushed over and sat on the Zichen Continent under the guard of various large formations and prohibitions to recuperate.

(The first is here!)