Fantasy: I Can Blow Up All Worlds

That's right, the skeleton soldiers are very weak, many of them have just broken through the real martial realm.

Moreover, those skeleton soldiers who surpassed the True Martial Realm were all small bosses or centurions. Although the number was not small, they appeared to be few in the 10,000 army.

Because of this, when the number of people is so different, the warriors on the side of the Shadow Clan have the courage to directly rush into the army.

Killed dozens of people with a single sword, the record was quite good.

He is not the only one, these hundred warriors have the ability to kill dozens of skeleton soldiers with one sword.

But the next moment, they were stunned.

The skeleton soldier, who had been beheaded, stood up again.

Yes, you read it right.

The skeleton soldier whose head was decapitated stood up again, and the head that fell to the ground returned to the body as if being pulled.

"This……"

Everyone was horrified, and this situation had clearly exceeded their limit of insight.

"End!"

The skeleton knight stood high in the rear, Fang Tian painted a halberd in his hand, pointing towards the sky, and his voice spread.

"Boom!"

The skeleton soldiers began to change their formations in an orderly manner, with a hundred men as an array, separating the hundred warriors and enclosing them in the middle.

Soldiers holding shields in the front blocked them, while soldiers behind, armed with spears, surrounded the center.

The battlefield that was divided into 100% was bursting with earth-shattering roar.

"open!"

The dazzling sword light tore through the sky, the full burst of this blow was too violent, and it directly killed all the hundreds of people around, but after this blow, his consumption was not small, and his face turned pale.

"It should be dead..."

The sword dynasty warrior muttered to himself.

But the facts did not go in the direction he expected.

Hundreds of tattered skeleton soldiers stood up again, the broken limbs automatically returned to the body, the weapons returned to their hands, and the battle formation took shape again.

"This……"

The sword dynasty martial artist has cold eyes, and there is a trace of worry hidden in the cold depth.

Skeleton soldiers, are they really unkillable?

If so, can this one fight? How to fight?

Skeleton soldiers have surrounded him again, interrupting his thoughts, and now he can only be forced to fight.

Other battlefields are similar to this person. Many people are planning to kill with one blow, but the immortal skeleton soldiers stand up again and again.

Not dead,

But constantly consuming the enemy's true energy, this is an unfair battle.

Of course, there is no fairness.

"Chang!

In a violent battlefield, the bright light of the sword tore the sky and the earth, as if the light of the sword that was torn apart this small world would fall from the sky, and the enemy would be split from the center of the eyebrows with one blow.

Split in half.

"Hahaha!"

The tyrant knife bathed in the blood of the strong and laughed to the sky, and the sword in his hand clanked.

"Who else?"

At this moment, the tyrant sword was so arrogant and arrogant, the sword swept, and finally pointed at Ying Sanli in the crowd, and laughed: "Come on, let's fight again, this time, I will definitely not run, come..."

"Humph……"

Ying Sanli hadn't spoken yet, the son of the wind, Juan Yunqiang, had already rolled up nine days of violent wind and rushed up: "Where is the arrogant man, this seat will cut your head today."

"Come on..."

To be honest, Tyrant doesn't care who the opponent is, as long as it is strong enough.

As soon as the two of them shot, it became a fever.

Cirrus Cloud dominates the nine-day gust of wind, encircling the Tyrant Sword in the middle, relying on the cutting force of the wind to kill him in it.

However, the Tyrannical Sword was not moving like a mountain, holding a battle sword in his hand, standing still, and the sharp light of the sword like him would tear the wind into a huge crack every time it was cut out.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two hit from one place to another, and no one can do anything in a short time.

the other side,

'boom! ’

A corpse fell from the sky, and its body was covered with dense plague patterns. When the corpse fell from the sky, it had been corroded without human form.

The power of the plague is terrifying.

"No way!"

Dongfang Wenxia shook his head and walked out, looking at the evildoer in the field that hadn't done anything, and finally pointed to Fengyujian Lin Xiu: "How about we have a game?"

"Walking in the realm of the Demon Sect during this period of time, I have heard the name of your Wind and Rain Sword Lin Xiu a long time ago, and I have never seen it before. Today is the time, come... we have a fight."

Lin Xiu looked at him and nodded: "Okay, as you wish."

"Wow!"

As soon as Lin Xiu moved, there was a fine light rain in the sky, and at the same time there was a clear breeze.

Feng Yu Jian Lin Xiu, a thought can cause changes in the world.

It is a pity that the strength of this wind and rain cannot fall into Dongfang Wenxia's body.

"Hey!"

The sword light erupted, and a divine sword appeared in Lin Xiu's hands. Jian Guang was so fast that it broke through the blockade of the power of the plague and appeared in Dongfang Wenxia's eyebrows.

"Hey!"

Dongfang Wenxia smiled as if he hadn't noticed the sword light.

"Tick..."

Jian Guang was actually corroded in the center of his eyebrows.

It was clean and there was nothing left.

"Good evil power." Lin Xiu frowned.

"Hehe, your magic door said that others are evil, what do you think?" Dongfang asked Xia Chi with a smile.

"..."

Without a word, Lin Xiu shook his head, steered the sword light, rushed into the plague domain, and directly fought Dongfang Wenxia.

Hou Lei also beheaded his opponent, but he was not as strong as Tyrant Blade and Dongfang Wenxia, ​​and he himself suffered serious injuries.

"boom!"

A golden dragon came across the sky and appeared in front of Hou Lei to kill him here.

"Boom!"

The killing fell from the sky, directly hitting the head of the golden dragon, the huge golden dragon trembled all over, almost exploding.

"Sneak attack? Are you cursing when you are a young man?"

Ye Yusheng appeared before the killing, and his eyes fell on the emperor: "I want to fight, come... I will play with you."

"Can you do it?" The emperor looked down, his eyes full of disdain.

"Will it work until you have beaten it, what do you say?" Ye Yusheng smiled and weighed the killing in his hand.

"..."

The emperor stopped speaking, and looked away, not wanting to pay attention to him.

"Do you want to or dare not?" Ye Yusheng spoke to him again.

The emperor still ignored him, but looked towards Qian Million, and said: "My Gale Pagoda and Demon Sect both have evildoers. Are you still planning to watch the excitement?"

Qian million: "..."

He didn't want to fight Ye Yusheng, to be precise, he didn't want to fight the opponent in this situation.

He and Ye Yusheng originally had a little friendship. He was going to shoot Hou Lei just now, and this relationship has become thinner to a certain extent. If he shoots again, the relationship between the two parties really has no room for relaxation.

When he hesitated, Ying Sanli looked at him.

Qian million: "..."

Helpless,

He can only stand up.

Liu Feiyan couldn't order it, and Dong Tianjiao was not there, so he was the only one left.

Under Ying Sanli's gaze, Qian million walked out and stood opposite Ye Yusheng.

"Brother Ye!"

Qian Wanwan looked at Ye Yusheng with a tangled expression: "Offended."

"..."

Ye Yusheng didn't say a word, but the turbulent anger on the killing showed his attitude.