Supreme Martial God Art

Reference 2810 All gods gather together, destroy the sky

As the distance got closer, the impact force Wu Yun felt became more and more fierce and intense.

But because Wu Yun was prepared, these shock waves would not have much impact on him.

And Wu Yun didn't come too close either.

He chose a relatively safe place not far or near, and stopped.

After hiding, watch the scene of the battle in the distance.

At this point, the battle in the distance can already be seen.

Although the shock wave continued to swept in and became more and more violent, even if it did not cause substantial impact on Wu Yun, it also affected Wu Yun a lot.

But at this moment Wu Yun's focus is not here at all.

It's not because I'm too fascinated by watching the battle ahead.

But the battle ahead at the moment was a little too far beyond Wu Yun's expectations.

He originally thought that the human race below and the strong predecessors of other races should have the chance to win, so he dared to attack so unscrupulously and openly.

Or, at least, they won't even be able to stop the nine holy envoys.

In any case, the Holy Master had to be forced out before the final outcome could be decided.

In Wu Yun's heart, that's what he thought.

But in fact, Wu Yun was wrong.

Not to say that it was terribly wrong, but he was absolutely wrong.

In fact, Wu Yun had already noticed it before he even got close.

He noticed that in the fierce battle, the power of the human race and other race powerhouses below was completely suppressed by the nine great saints.

Not to mention winning, it wasn't even a fierce battle against opponents at all.

Totally beaten.

It was just at that time that Wu Yun kept thinking that since they dared to openly invite battle, it couldn't be nothing more than that.

Until this moment is close, everything is in sight.

Witnessing it with his own eyes, Wu Yun believed it.

No matter how he didn't believe it, he could only believe it.

That wasn't a winnable battle at all.

Not even five to five.

Thirty-seven at most.

The odds of winning between the human race and other races are only 30%.

Even, this is Wu Yun's most conservative estimate.

If it is based on the actual situation at the moment, the actual prediction is made.

The odds are probably less than two percent.

How to fight this?

Totally lose!

"Qingtian Lake, it is Qingtian Lake. It must be Qingtian Lake that gave these sluts the power. It's too strong. Over the years, they have used human cultivators as fertilizers to support them. Qingtian Lake has given them too much power!"

Below, a strong man of unknown race was shouting loudly.

And after speaking, there was only a scream of ah.

This man is injured.

One after another, the screams of injuries were constantly heard.

They are all voices from the strong human race, or from the strong side of other races.

None of the nine saints were injured.

Seeing this scene, Wu Yun was a little stunned.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all.

It was a suicidal battle.

Wu Yun didn't feel that these powerful people from the human race and other races were stupidly dying.

I heard it just now, and they probably didn't expect this result. They didn't expect that today's Shengtian Clan is already so strong.

What caused this result was Qingtianchi.

What surprised Wu Yun even more at this moment was Qingtianchi.

He became more and more curious, what kind of existence it was.

How could this Saint Celestial Clan become so powerful.

"There is no other way, use your trump card, otherwise, not to mention killing the Holy Master and regaining the chaotic world, even repelling the nine great saints to escape, I am afraid it has become a huge problem!"

Once again, someone shouted the words.

Soon, I saw that on the ground, aura gradually retreated towards the rear.

There are at least twenty auras.

This is the number of powerful humans and other races attacking below.

Whether injured or uninjured, they are all retreating in a planned way.

They were methodical, and they didn't retire in a hurry. It could be seen that they must have had a plan.

And the nine saints did not stop everyone from retreating.

Because the strong people of all races did not escape, so there is no need to stop them.

They don't seem to be worried about being escaped, nor are they worried about the powerhouses of the races, what cards they will use.

They are calm and confident.

This range has been shrouded in their power, and there is no way to escape.

As for that so-called trump card.

Maybe it's because they are so confident in their own strength.

I'm not afraid of the powerhouses of these human races and other races, what trump cards are used.

At this moment, Wu Yun was staring attentively at the retreating powerhouses, with anticipation in his heart.

Looking forward to them playing their cards and seeing if they can work miracles.

"All gods gather together, destroy the sky!"

It was a loud roar.

When I looked again, the twenty or so breaths that had retreated suddenly gathered together.

In the void, a huge energy long knife quickly emerged.

It was a dark golden long knife.

It is huge, as huge as a mountain, and it is full of extremely terrifying pressure.

Wu Yun couldn't tell whether it was the power of martial arts, the power of space, or the power of holy skills.

Just know it's strong.

The breath emanating from this dark golden sword.

Compared with the atmosphere when everyone dispersed to fight, it was definitely more than twenty times more intense and terrifying.

This is probably at least a hundred times more.

And with the appearance of this giant sword, the decline just now seemed to be reversed at once.

The breath that had been suppressed all the time was suddenly reversed, suppressing the power of the nine holy messengers in the opposite direction.

"These damn bastards, they still have such a hand!"

"Retreat, this giant sword is very strong, don't compete with it head-on. They together push this move, it must not last long, let's take a step away first, wait for them to use up the holy energy in the body, and then kill them one by one!"

It was the voice of one of the nine great saints.

At this moment, these nine holy envoys are no longer as unscrupulous as they were just now.

It seems that they were really suppressed by the momentum of this dark gold giant sword.

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