The stars were like a long nail, piercing through the commander's chest, leaving behind a hideous hole for blood-piercing.
Blood slowly drifted in the air, the commander's eyes widened, and he looked down at the beating heart in the blood hole in disbelief.
The stars more than two meters long passed through the commander's body and continued to fly upwards.
Silent and scream!
A series of sounds of flesh being nailed to the ground, and balls of blood burst out. A row of Qiyang Shen bandits had big holes on their bodies, and then they fell to the ground dejectedly.
The last robber on the Star Nail flew back like a thin piece of paper, and was penetrated by the Star Nail and nailed to the stone steps with a buzzing sound.
The stars were trembling, and the blood dripping on the gun rod was shattered into a handful of blood mist, and each one exploded.
The robbers of the Qiyang Shen clan were all stunned. They had never seen such a powerful enemy.
Before his side could even take action, dozens of people were killed by the other side.
I don't know who shouted in the chaos, and the stupid robbers came to their senses and rushed towards Liang Xi and the others.
"Some people are really not afraid of death!" Liang Xi shook the blood on his fingers, "But - it's just my wish!"
The 15-meter-wide steps were suddenly filled with robbers, and more and more robbers were crowded over, trying to separate and surrounded them by Liang Xi and the others.
But even if Liang Xi and the others used only less than one-tenth of their power, they seemed at ease.
The trident in Sang Zhulan's hand was wearing three struggling robbers like a skewer. Blood flowed to the trident's skeleton decoration. The skeleton bell, which had been sucked in blood, made a sound of dinging, as if it was proud.
Howling like a smirk.
No one could get close to his three meters around his body. The trident was swung like his arm by Sang Zhulan. The bandits who entered his attack circle almost didn't react, and three holes would appear on their bodies.
Sang Zhulan was killing people while walking up the steps. The blood under her feet quickly condensed like a river. The warm blood flowed down the steps. Sang Zhulan felt an exciting and smooth feeling of each foot.
Seeing more than a dozen robbers fearlessly at him, Sang Zhulan yelled all over his body, and his fighting spirit was released instantly. He simply stopped poking the trident one by one, but held the trident horizontally in his chest.
In front, he directly rushed towards the robbers.
The robbers' weapons were cut on the long pole of the trident. Before they could splash out, more than a dozen of them flew out like kites with broken strings.
The brute force of the crocodile warrior is enough to shake a running rhino!
The robber who was instantly hit and broke his bones let out a wail, and the blood in his mouth flew out, falling into the abyss on both sides of the stone steps. In a moment, it turned into an invisible black dot, the short howling of despair
It was also easily covered by shouts and kills on the steps.
He squeezed more than a dozen robbers into the abyss in an instant, and a large gap appeared around Sang Zhulan.
He was proud, suddenly, not far away, the black bandits made a commotion, and then the upper bodies of a group of bandits soared into the sky, and their wounds were cut in half with burn marks.
So a stinking smell of flesh appeared in the strong bloody smell around.
"Thunder Blade is amazing!" Sang Zhulan snorted, stepped on the blood and rushed towards an iron-armored warrior beside him. The trident was lifted in his hand, and the tail ended gently on the chest of the iron-armored warrior, extremely violent.
The power immediately penetrated the iron armor and hit the flesh and blood inside.
Bang!
The iron armor shook slightly, and then it became sluggish. The human body inside had long been shaken into a pile of minced meat, flowing out of the gap between the iron armor ankles.
A few squeaks of current sounded, and the blue light suddenly seemed like a cracked mouth. A whole row of robbers broke at the waist. The body flying into the air was still waving its weapons, and its eyes were even full.
It was the look of shock at the moment before death.
The broken wound between the waist was completely burnt, and there was no drop of blood coming out from the blue smoke.
The lightning blade in Yang Fan's hand was so tight that it was not airtight. The blue lightning swam along the sword like a long snake. After a second prey, it suddenly pounced on it, biting the other party off in an instant, or directly electric into a piece of coke.
The squeaking sound of teeth sounded constantly, and Yang Fan's entire body turned into a strong wind and howled out, and dozens of charred corpses were already added behind him.
The corpse was shaking a few times when it was blown by the strong wind, and it was poured into a pool of blood with blue smoke. The scorch on the corpse fell to the ground, revealing the pink cooked meat inside.
A strange fragrance suddenly spread around.
"Is it so familiar?" Liang Xi glanced at Yang Fan who was chopping vigorously, "It seems that I underestimated the original power of the Thunder Blade. The weapons that were blessed by the Sea God are indeed different!"
A trace of murderous aura suddenly passed by the wind. Liang Xi raised a smile on his lips and suddenly stretched out his feet to kick the air in front of him.
With a muffled bang, an old white-bearded man seemed to appear out of thin air, spitting blood and flying out. When he fell on the steps, he could clearly hear the crackling sound. Needless to say, he knew that the spine must be broken.
In a few pieces.
Looking at the two daggers that fell out of the old man's hand, the sharp blade of the dagger was still shining with a dark luster, Liang Xi curled his lips: "I just want to attack the Golden Immortal at the moment of enlightenment..."
Seeing the old man with a white beard standing up, Liang Xi twisted the throat of the sneak attacker beside him, curled his lips, and said to himself: "Although the realm is a little lower, he is still a cultivator-
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In the old man's fearful eyes, Liang Xi grabbed the void and sucked the stars in the distance into his hand. His figure flashed and he had already arrived in front of him.
The old man felt a chill in his chest, and then he saw that his chest was not in the charming spear, and the skin on his chest quickly dried up like a tree bark.
"Me, why am I-" Before he finished speaking, his body had turned into a dead bone.
The strange scene here did not attract much attention, because these Qiyang Shen clan robbers had been defeated by Ao Yue and the others.
Although the Qiyang Shenshi is good at casting and has high-quality metal raw materials, these weapons are just better weapons, and these robbers are just ordinary humans.
In front of the four evil men of Tomato City, Ao Yue, Sang Zhulan, Sang Nuannuan and Yang Fan, who possessed the magical artifacts, they were not much different from the lambs to be slaughtered.
Even if the true spell of mass destruction is not applicable, they can still kill these robbers to make blood flow into rivers.
Feeling dozens of poisoned arrows aimed at him in the distance, Liang Xi raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth, saying to the four evil people who were gradually approaching him: "The battle is resolved within ten minutes, and there is no reason to kill people."