Chapter 683
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The general in the center of the team is a tall man with a black armor, a blood-red cloak, a tough face, and sharp eyes. Under his leadership, Human Race blocked the forward footwork of Monster Race.
"Wushuang War General!"
The moment Qin Shuang saw this person in his soul memory, these four words appeared in his heart.
However, his sharp within both eyes flashed painful eyes from time to time, because he saw the compatriots around him falling down one by one, and the endless Monster Race covered the sky like a dark cloud. Shrouded towards them.
But under the leadership of the Wushuang War General, none of the Martial Artists stepped back. Their murderous aura surpassed the sky, and a blood-colored hand was gradually condensed from the boundless murderous aura above them. It was these Martial The killing intent in the artist's heart gathers at night.
"The Killing Hand!"
Qin Shuang seemed to hear Monster Race's horrified shout in his soul, and then saw the Killing Hand from the air towards Monster Race Slap down. The earth was sunken, cracks crisscrossed, and countless Monster Races turned into dust. The blood gathered in the deep gully, like a flowing river of blood.
The rush continues, as if in a huge meat grinder.
Human Race Martial Artists stepped forward, one by one Martial Artists in that unparalleled team fell, one hundred thousand Martial Artists are no more than fifty thousand, but they still refuse to take a step back, and they still stick to the guard in their hearts. . The big bloody hands gathered above them changed color gradually, from blood full of killing, gradually to golden full of righteousness.
"Hao Ran's Hand..." Qin Shuang couldn't help being somewhat absent-minded.
"Boom..."
The huge awe-inspiring hand slapped down towards Monster Race, that awe-inspiring righteousness hasn't touched Monster Race yet, that Monster Qi rushing towards the night They scattered one after another, bursting loudly, the hand of Haoran slapped in the Monster Race, and countless Monster Races turned into powder.
There are fragments of memory, and when it reappears, there are only less than 10,000 Martial Artists left around the Wushuang War General. Their armor is broken, the long knife in their hands is broken, their bodies are full of blood, and their faces are full of fatigue, but their eyes are still sharp and pressing.
The earth can no longer see the appearance of the wilderness, there are dense cracks everywhere. There are not one Martial Artist of Human Race, but there are more Monster Race corpses on the ground.
"Boom boom boom..."
The earth shook, and the Wushuang War General looked at Monster Race with bloodshot eyes, and the face of a sturdy Martial Artist next to him A solemn voice appeared:
"patriarch, Monster Race is here for reinforcements again!"
Wu Shuang War General glanced at the tired Human Race around him, shaking his long sword in his hand: "Prepare Fight, fight until the last person."
"patriarch, leave some seeds for the heavenly tribe!" The sturdy man left tears in his eyes.
"Seeds!"
Wu Shuang War General looked at clansman around him, with sadness in his eyes.
"patriarch..."
Wu Shuang War General raised his hand, stopped the sturdy man, raised his eyes and looked at the condensed sound of Monster Race coming like a storm. Said:
"You leave with Wushuang!"
Blood and tears flowed from the eyes of the sturdy man, nodded, crying:
"Okay !"
The aggressive man took a step back and said in a condensed voice: "patriarch, take care."
There was a trace of relaxation on the face of Wushuang War General, as if letting go of his heart. Fetters, but the relaxed color on his face suddenly stiffened. The sturdy man behind him pressed a hand on his back, and the spiritual power penetrated in, instantly sealing the Wushuang War General’s Spiritual power in the body.
"Chehe, do you dare?" Wushuang War General's eyes were torn apart.
"patriarch!" The blood and tears flowed in Che He's eyes: "You must lead the Cangtian tribe to live!"
"peng!"
Cha He stunned Wushuang War General with a punch, and then shouted at the Martial Artist who was less than ten thousand yuan: "Wushuang, follow me!"
That The team called Wushuang is following the team around the Wushuang War General. They retreat to the rear. There are tens of millions of Martial Artists remaining on the battlefield to stop the Monster Race that is surging like the waves.
Che He rushed into Dacheng with less than 10,000 Wushuang. The streets of Dacheng were crowded with old and weak women and children, one by one shouting to Che He:
"General Che What happened to the front line? What happened to the patriarch?"
Che He did not say a word, and led Wushuang across the street, into the inner city, into the palace, and sent that Wushuang War General Put it on the big chair at the top, then picked up the Imperial Jade Seal on the table, walked to the wall behind the chair, printed the Imperial Jade Seal toward a peak on the wall, and saw the Imperial Jade Seal. Jade Seal shined brightly, and even blended into the mural.
Cha He once again came to Wushuang War General who had fainted on the chair, "pu Tong" fell to his knees.
"patriarch, take care, see you in the next life!"
"peng peng peng ……"
Kumped three heads, stood up, Striding out of the door, he flew into the air and flew in the forward direction.
"Om..."
The entire big city shook suddenly, and the countless small towns around the big city also shook. A light curtain enveloped the big city and countless small towns around it. The big cities and small towns are gradually pale, as if an ink painting is fading, and gradually you can only see the shadows faintly.
"Bang..."
The sky suddenly shattered, and a huge claw appeared from the shattered sky, then another claw, and then a huge dragon head from the sky Probing out, a rumbling voice came from the dragon's mouth.
"Che Tian, do you just leave without saying goodbye?"
The Che River figure stopped flying in the air, the color of his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed in horror:
"Ao Ji, you, you...you have a breakthrough?"
"he he he...the ants...hoar..."
A roar from the giant dragon A huge torrent appeared in the air. Where the torrent passed, the space was shattered. The roar of the dragon rushed to the front of Che He, and Che He’s body instantly turned into dust, the roar of the dragon. He rushed to the big city that was fading away, and there was almost no shadow.
"Boom..."
As if heaven falls and earth rends, the shadow of the big city disappeared in an instant...
The soul memory is broken, waiting to be caught again When the memory fragments, Dacheng was already underground. Che Tian has regained consciousness, and is walking back and forth above the great hall furiously. A silhouette walked in from outside the gate.
"How is it?" Che Tian looked at the man anxiously.
The man shook the head solemnly and said: "Dragon's roar caused an accident in the teleportation. Now we should be underground, but there is space turbulence all around, so we can't get out."
p>"Can't get out forever?"
"Now the transmission node cannot be determined. Only when the surrounding space turbulence disappears and the Space Node is confirmed, can the Transmission Great Array be opened."
"How long will it take?"
"I don't know!"
Time passes by day by day, and people are aging day by day. People in the big city and surrounding small towns died one after another, leaving only Che Tian and nearly 10,000 Wushuang.
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