…
Compared to the passive and slow work of the saplings.
Even though Yuan Zhengyang's beard and hair were disheveled and his white robe was stained with blood, the hidden-edged sword in his hand was still domineering and heavy!
only.
After a long period of high-intensity fighting, it ended up being a little less sharp and sharp than before.
It can be tiring.
His movement of swinging the sword still never slowed down even a little bit, and he had no intention of stopping at all.
With his temperament.
I want him to stop swinging his sword unless he dies!
…
"Old Wei."
On a battlefield somewhere, Old Sun took a breath and looked at Old Wei, who was mechanically waving an iron chain, "How many have you killed?"
"have no idea."
Old Wei shook his head numbly, and with a wave of the iron chain, he once again wiped out a large number of sacred trees. He looked at Old Sun blankly, "Sister, why do I feel that after so long of killing, there are still many of them?"
"No less."
Lao Sun smiled bitterly and had no energy to care about his title. He sighed, "It's just that there are too many of them."
In fact.
Everyone’s achievements can be described as amazing.
Nearly one-third of the billions of divine servants were cut off by their combined efforts, but the remaining number... is still terrifying!
"Keep killing,"
Thinking of this, he suppressed the fatigue in his heart, looked at the endless army of divine servants, and said helplessly, "Until he dies of exhaustion!"
Conversation between two people.
It is also a reflection of other people’s hearts.
When the battle just started.
Many people still have the mind to calculate how many heads they have beheaded and how many enemies they have killed, but now... no one cares about this anymore.
Injured and tired.
Even, already numb!
…
In a battlefield somewhere.
Facing another group of killing servants of the gods, Mei Yun looked at a loss and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, the curse mark on his eyebrows suddenly trembled, his vision went black, his orifices were bleeding, and he fell on his back!
"Mr. Mei!"
Lao Jianxiu, with quick eyes and quick hands, quickly supported him and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
Mei Yun shook his head.
He reluctantly stood up, pointed to his mouth, and waved his hands to indicate to everyone that he was fine.
"My mouth is cramped..."
Just after he said four words, the corner of his mouth twitched hard again, and he was suddenly speechless.
Everyone "..."
…
"Woo..."
Further away, Qiuqiu let out a listless cry, and his speed was several times slower than before.
It's actually not too tiring.
Mainly because I was hungry and a little unable to fly.
Above the back.
Zhuang Yuchen, Fan Yu, Liu Zhuqing, Xiao Hei and Agou were all at the end of their strength. Although they still gritted their teeth and insisted on taking action, their offensive was gradually weakening.
"Here here!"
"There there!"
Contrary to them, Xiaotangtang's little face was full of solemnity and seriousness, her tender and sweet voice kept ringing, and the Suyuan Sword turned into a stream of azure light, killing the criminal servants one by one!
Chapter completed!