Dead silence, complete dead silence.

The news behind was like a bolt from the blue, shaking everyone's head buzzing and their faces were no longer visible.

Marshal Ye and Nangong Wulian were kidnapped by the God-Fear Judgment!

The bone-broken coldness almost enveloped their bodies, and each of them was cold. Without any preparation, they fell to the bottom of the abyss, and all their futures suddenly became dark.

No one spoke, and everyone was still under the impact of this terrible news and could not come back to their senses.

The warrior of the Divine Division who delivered the letter lay on the ground, looking ashamed. From any angle, the Divine Division was a big mess this time. When the Helian radical cursed his radical just now, he didn't even dare to refute it.

For half an hour, no one spoke in the tent, and everyone was in a daze and silent as if they were dead.

Helian Tianxiao finally recovered a little, his face still looked ugly, but his eyes returned to a hint of light, and his voice was hoarse: "Have other war departments notified?"

The warrior of the Divine Division who was lying on the ground gritted his teeth and said, "All sent messengers!"

Helian Tianxiao then asked: "Have you sent a messenger to His Majesty?"

“It’s not too late…”

Helian Tianxiao was furious and stood up: "At this time, I still have a chance. Are you fools when you think Your Majesty is a fool?"

The messenger shivered and dared not speak.

Helian Tianxiao sat back in the chair in dejectedly, and suddenly, he was a little confused. How could the good situation be like this? How angry were they at that time? So what about the wall of the North Sea? Wasn’t it still destroyed under their feet?

When did the battle start? The situation has become confusing?

Beihai...

From the self-destruction of Zhenshen Peak, Marshal Ye was injured and unconscious. His Majesty sent Nangong Wulian to plant the heart of the gods. Even so, everyone felt that the battle situation was almost certain. Even if the Liehua Blood Tribe was wiped out by the Chongyun Spear, they still felt that the overall situation was fine.

They mocked the depravity and decay of the Presbyterian Church, but they mocked the God-Fear Judgment countless times and kidnapped Marshal Ye and Nangong Wulian.

The battle situation suddenly reversed.

Four words suddenly appeared in Helian Tianxiao's mind, and the trapped beasts still fight.

The Elders' Church has decayed, fallen, and is shaking, but the accumulation of thousands of years, the last afterglow is still so dazzling! So fierce!

Anger suddenly rose in his heart. They were strong and brave, and they were actually played with and applauded by the enemy!

"Send the whole army! Go straight to the Pearl Wind Bridge at full speed!"

He stood up, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Leave the matter of saving people to others. Since we are pioneers, we should launch an attack first."

The generals under his command were full of confusion.

He said coldly: "Everyone, when it comes time to fight, be ready to die on the battlefield!"

On the windmill sword.

Everyone stood side by side, feeling the speed of lightning, and watching the ground retreat at an astonishing speed, the Windmill Sword was like a sharp sword, slashing the wind and clouds.

The Iron Soldier sighed: "I didn't expect that there was such a fast flying object in this world! I had already seen the phantom before, and I realized that this speed was truly invincible in the world!"

The Volcano Venerable said, "As soon as this object comes out, Yunyi will fall behind."

Xiaoshan looked cold, but actually shocked. After evaluating the speed of the Windmill Sword within the Tingfeng Department, they concluded that the speed of the Windmill Sword is about 50% faster than Yunyi. If they experience it personally, they will know how ridiculous this conclusion is.

Such a terrible speed is completely subversive!

If Tianxin City knew the true speed of the Windmill Sword, could they sleep so peacefully?

Speed ​​is the eternal pursuit of human beings. Whether it is personal strength or war department, the pursuit of speed has never been spared. Only the speed is not broken is a true saying.

Although he didn't know the true combat power of the Windmill Sword, he had a premonition that the emergence of the Windmill Sword would have a profound impact on the current war mode.

Although he didn't know what the impact was, this premonition was extremely strong.

Shi Xueman suddenly turned her face, her eyes lit up: "The Chongyun Spear will also have a Windmill Sword in the future."

Ai Hui coughed lightly, dragging his long tail sound: "The windmill sword is very expensive..."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Tie Niu starting to move his wrists, and his heart thumped. If he was beaten by Tie Niu in front of so many people, it would be too embarrassing! When his tone changed, Ai Hui said with a stern voice: "But Tie Niu, what's the matter? It's not a problem for expensiveness. We are so poor that we only have money left!"

Ke Ning, who was standing beside him, heard this and hurriedly said, "Sir, our Tower Cannon Alliance also needs it!"

Ke Ning felt like he was dreaming. What he feared the most now was that he woke up, which was really a dream. Looking at the luxurious lineup of the Tower Cannon Alliance, he didn't dare to think about it. He was worried about it before that it was a cannon fodder alliance.

His brain was flexible, otherwise he would not have been so addicted to the tower cannon technique. After riding the windmill sword, his head began to turn. What if the windmill sword was not a sword tower, it was a tower cannon?

Ai Hui suppressed the urge to kick this guy down and said indifferently: "There are not so many sword envoys."

He suddenly let out a cry, then turned around and shouted to Shi Zhiguang at the sword-tail: "Go to the left!"

Everyone was attracted by Ai Hui's actions and looked to the left one by one, but saw nothing. Xiao Shan, the most powerful, also showed doubts, and he also didn't notice anything.

The windmill sword drew a beautiful arc in the sky.

The atmosphere on the windmill sword suddenly became tense.

About two hundred miles away from the Divine Wolf Camp, a Divine Wolf's sentry team was patrolling. They sat on the back of Tiehongling, with a comfortable expression, and their narrowed eyes occasionally flashed with alert light.

"I'm really convinced! Thunder Razor is actually scarier than us! Look at the fleeing war departments, are we actually going to rescue Tianxin City?"

"Haha, we were going to rescue them."

Someone snorted coldly: "What's the best thing about Yuan Cultivation? Or is it better for our God Cultivation."

It was a sudden dismay. Although everyone is now a blood cultivator, they are basically from Yuan cultivator. Time has allowed everyone to accept a new identity, but there are bloody and many painful memories. This kind of topic will always uncover scars that seem to have been forgotten long ago.

The captain noticed that the atmosphere was getting worse and said, "There is no difference between Yuan Xiu and Divine Xiu. But the Presbyterian Church and Your Majesty have a difference between high and low. It is not wrong to say that we will rescue them. The Presbyterian Church is incompetent, and the sky is already weak. Our Kingdom of God is flourishing. This world is still handed over to the hands of capable people so that everyone can live a good life. Look at the Thunder Razor, such a war department has become the pillars of the Presbyterian Church, which shows how decayed they are!"

A few words boosted the low morale.

Whether they want to or not, their current identity as a blood cultivator cannot be changed. Just like pain, they can be forgotten, but cannot disappear. They always need a reason to survive and a reason to fight.

Today's Kingdom of God is at its peak, and the dazzling light covers all the scars.

The kingdom of God firmly believes that the world belongs to them. Just like those loyal soldiers, they firmly believe that the birth of the blood of God is to reshape a new world. Those pains are only inevitable parts of the world's reshape.

The captain was very satisfied with his encouragement for morale. The iron red feather under him trembled rapidly. He quickly looked up and saw a flash of light in the distance. He shouted sternly: "There is something!"

The light came extremely quickly and magnified rapidly in their eyes.

The captain's pupils shrank and he shouted: "It's the sword light! Pay attention to dodging!"

The iron red feather wings under him exerted force and rolled rapidly in the air. The astonishing roar brushed his body and flew past him. The chilling chill stimulated his hair to stand upright.

A scream rang behind him, and a soldier could not dodge and was cut in half by sword light and mounts.

The captain's eyes were instantly filled with blood. Without saying a word, he urged the iron red feather under him to fly forward, and his chest was furious. The other team members followed closely behind, and everyone was full of anger. They did not encounter decent obstacles along the way. This was the first time their team suffered a loss.

Soon, something of a strange shape appeared in their field of vision.

What is that?

Just as everyone was confused, the captain suddenly remembered that this thing had appeared in the Phantom Pod they seized before.

He blurted out: "Thunder Sword!"

Everyone was stunned. They just talked about the Sword of Thunder, but they encountered it?

But no matter what, the death of the comrade in front of him must be avenged!

Although the flying object was a bit strange in shape, they were not afraid at all. Being able to serve as a sentry detector must be the elite of the War Department, each of whom had outstanding strength and rich combat experience. Their previous momentum also made them full of confidence. Just a few days ago, they had raided a War Department, and just one team caused the defeat of the Yuan Xiu War Department.

The captain said in a deep voice: "Attack separately!"

All the whistle-snooping immediately dispersed, like a celestial girl scattering flowers, pounced towards the Thunder Sword from different directions.

On the windmill sword, Gu Xuan was scolded by Ai Hui and was so bloody.

"A sword with such a loud momentum hits one? How have you practiced recently?"

Ai Hui had just made a decision and decided to let Gu Xuan come to command. Isn’t this an excellent opportunity to train troops? Although the Thunder Sword is much better than before, it has only a handful of actual combat times, which is just for them to practice.

As a result, when he saw Gu Xuan's sword, he actually hit only one person, and he couldn't help it.

Gu Xu was sweating coldly, and the other team members were also numb. Now Ai Hui is becoming more and more prestige, and everyone's awe for him is getting deeper and deeper. They are especially afraid that the word "cultivation" pops up in the boss's mouth. Usually these two words often mean extra practice punishment.

Gu Xuan shouted: "Everyone is cheered up!"

When he saw the boss commanding, he felt it was very relaxed, but when he commanded himself, he realized that it was not that easy.

If I messed up in front of so many people today, I would lose my boss’s face...

Gu Xuan shuddered.
Chapter completed!