School beauty's immortal cultivation powerhouse

Yang Tian's look was indifferent

The power of that million immortal swords can crush everything. Every immortal sword has great power

Not to mention that there are 300000 troops in front of us, even if we have one million, we are still dead.

"Humiliating my Chinese people? Ridiculous, in front of me, you are not even mole ants. "

He is immortal, detached from all existence.

The onlookers and 300000 troops in Europe were pale now, because fear began to shake,

Looking at the boy floating in the void, he was just like a God.

How dare they fight the gods just now?

"Run."

The pressure of a million immortal swords makes people despair. Those people know that they are invincible, so they quickly flee here.

"It's late."

Yang Tian's voice was icy cold. After that, a million swords fell from the sky. All the hundreds of armed helicopters and fighter planes were damaged and exploded in the sky, forming a flame more gorgeous than fireworks.

The whole scene was very shocking. However, no one had time to enjoy it

They cry for their parents' life, but they hate their parents for not giving them four more legs.

Now they finally understand why the Pope and the twelve winged angels have so many people that they are afraid of each other

The strength of a young man alone can block a million masters.

At the moment, their remorseful intestines are blue, and they want to escape here quickly.

However, everyone is covered by a million immortal swords

The power of the sword, all the people present, no one can rival, hundreds of thousands of people, all the annihilation.

Of course, all the strong in the lost world, including the Pope and the twelve winged angels.

Those eight winged angels, who have the same strength as the mage, can almost wipe out the whole west if calculated according to their strength.

But in front of Yang Tian's eyes, it's just a little powerful mole ant.

Under the immortal sword, all the people cry for their father and mother. The scene is bloody. The corpses are everywhere and the blood flows into a river.

The hundreds of thousands of troops and onlookers could not find a survivor.

The whole earth is split by the power of the sword.

Not only that, thirty eight winged angels and dozens of demon masters of the elf clan were annihilated just after they appeared, and they didn't even have time to fight.

The twelve winged angel was protected by his people, so he did not die, but all his people died.

The Pope is equal to the elder of the elves.

According to the realm, they are equal to the strength at the initial stage of flying up, so it's just a slight injury, not a big problem.

There were more than 300000 people in the field, and now there are only three of them

With the strength of hedaocheng Holy Land's mid-term peak, the control of a million immortal swords is more handy, and the power is more powerful.

The people hiding in the Murdoch group dropped their jaw in shock when they saw this scene.

"Is Mr. Yang really an immortal?"

Asked one.

Other people have not recovered from the shock, but still said: "if Mr. Yang is not an immortal, how can he kill so many people in one move?"

Just now, they were still in despair. They thought that Yang Tian could never resist these hundreds of thousands of troops, and the Mu group would not be able to keep them.

Now these hundreds of thousands of people have died outside the gate of the Murdoch group. They all feel unreal.

In the field, the twelve winged Saint Angel looked at his people's tragic death. He twisted his face and yelled at Yang Tian: "I'll kill you."

Words fall, direct toward Yang Tian this side rushed to come over, the body is sending out bright light.

Obviously, he wants to blow himself up and fight with Yang Tian.

"Don't be impulsive, holy angel, come back quickly."

The elder of the elves was anxious to speak. However, Yang Tian had already noticed that he directly gathered the power of Xianyuan, and the void held the neck of the twelve winged angels.

"Let me go. Asshole, I'm going to die with you. "

The twelve winged angels are constantly struggling, and the death of the thirty eight winged angels is equivalent to the complete decline of the angels.

And all this is because of Yang Tian, his hatred for Yang Tian has reached the extreme.

Yang Tian's eyes with a chill asked: "regret it?"

When the twelve winged angels heard the words, their eyes were red with blood,

He had long regretted that he should not have participated in the invasion of the East,

Otherwise, how could it come to such a state.

At the beginning, he thought that the Oriental monastic world was the fish on the chopping board, which was slaughtered by the Western powers.

He wanted to get huge benefits, so he went to the East, which was a win-win situation, and finally reversed because of the appearance of the young man in front of him.

The Dragon Emperor is dead, dozens of powerful dragon families are destroyed, and so is the spirit king. He is the only survivor of the lost world. Regardless of this, he is also cut off twelve wings, and his accomplishments are all lost, becoming a useless man.

Had it not been for the emperor, he would have died in Yang Tian's hands a month ago. Although he escaped from death, he only lived one more month. The twelve winged angel closed his eyes in despair. He would rather die in the East before January, so that his people would not be involved in his death“ You do it. The emperor of beasts will take revenge for me. If you dare to come to the West alone, even if you have the ability to communicate with heaven, you will surely die here. I will wait for you in hell. " The face of the twelve winged Saint angel is ferocious and blue“ I don't need you to worry about me. " Yang Tian's tone is cold, and his palm is suddenly forced. Under the oppression of the powerful Xianyuan, the twelve winged Saint angels turn into a blood mist in the eyes of the Pope and the elder of the elves. There are no bones“ Run away. " The Pope and the elder of the elves knew that they were not Yang Tian's opponents. After looking at each other, they fled to one side“ Can you escape? " The corner of Yang Tian's mouth rises“ Chop the sky The majestic Xianyuan gushes out of the body. Yang Tian's hands gather together for a half moon chop, and then he cuts the two people who are fleeing. When he reached this level, he was completely free to use the sky chopping style. What's more, it's still two ways of chopping the sky. When the two sky chopping styles came out, the whole sky was torn. The two brilliant half moon chop, as long as a thousand feet, the hard ground is also split, "no!" The Pope and the elder of the elves saw this scene with despair in their eyes. They tried to resist it, but they annihilated it. After all the power disappeared, Yang Tian walked slowly to the Pope lying in a pool of blood“ Let me go, cough Half of the Pope's body was cut off, but he was still alive. He looked miserable. He kept supporting his body with his hands and retreating. His eyes were full of fear. He was constantly begging for mercy. "As long as you let me go, I will become your loyal running dog. The whole holy see will follow your instructions. The whole west will become your world. Please, I don't want to die." The Pope didn't look down on life and death as the twelve winged Saint Angel did. The more he came to his position, the less he wanted to die. However, he didn't look down on Yang Tian at all, and he didn't have any pity for the Pope“ When you invaded the East, if I didn't, would you let Tianfu go? " The boy's voice was cold, and his eyes didn't fluctuate“ I... "The Pope was speechless. He was seriously injured and now he was dying“ Can't you answer that? In that case, go to hell. Remember, the biggest mistake you've ever made in your life is to offend me. " After Yang Tian finished his sentence, he gathered a sword Qi in his hand, and then cut it directly towards the Pope. The strongest Vatican in the western world fell. After finishing all this, Yang Tian found that the elder of the elves in the opposite direction got up and continued to run away“ How tenacious the vitality is A smile of disdain appeared in the corner of Yang Tian's mouth, and then he drank it to kill the immortals. The immortal sword floated in front of him in an instant. After turning around in the void, he killed the elder of the elves. Whoa! Zhuxian sword is powerful. It passes through the elder's body and nails him to the ground. The bloody smell of the scene makes people nauseous. After seeing this scene, the eyes of those people hiding in the Mu group are beating fiercely. Yang naive's own strength destroyed the other party all.