Apex War God Chapter 1887: The situation is critical!
Seeing that the fortunes of Shenzhou are gathering here, this is undoubtedly a booster, which makes everyone present excited!
"There is hope, there is hope!"
The Xingyue boss said loudly: "Everyone continue, don't stop!"
Everyone present nodded vigorously, continued to exercise, and poured real power into the formation and artifact!
As the energy of the array increases...
I saw that the gleaming white light spots gathered together and poured into the magnificent beam of light, and along the beam of light, slowly poured into the ten famous swords of the pre-Qin period!
Buzz! ——
With the influx of luck, the ten swords suspended in the sky began to vibrate slightly!
At this time, Tian Dao glanced at the ten swords and said loudly: "The luck that has been recovered is still too little, and even one sword can't be filled!
So, please keep going and don't give up! "
"Go on, go on!"
"Damn it!"
"The old man has also sacrificed himself!"
"Today, if you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent!"
Everyone shouted loudly, and continued to exercise, pouring real power into the formation and artifact.
As the power of the formation continues to strengthen, I see more and more gleaming white light spots gathered from all directions!
"Did you see that more and more luck is coming together!
So, there is still hope for everything, there is still hope! "
Tian Dao said aloud, and his heart was also very excited.
Soon, these fortunes gathered together, drilled into the beam of light, and poured into the ten famous swords of the pre-Qin period.
Buzz! ——
As more and more luck gathers, the ten swords hanging upside down vibrate louder and louder!
After a while...
Om! ——
The Moxie Sword that exudes a blue-gray light trembled violently, and the light that flickered was much more dazzling than the other nine swords!
"Look, everyone, Mo Xiejian's luck is almost full!
When Mo Yejian's luck is filled, it will automatically break away from the formation, fly to Mount Everest, and suppress the luck in Mount Everest! "
Old Monster Xingyue said excitedly, and then said: "So, please continue to work hard, and don't give up hope until the last moment!"
"Yes!!!"
Everyone responded in a loud voice.
As more and more luck gathers from all directions.
In a short while...
Whoosh! ——
"Sword of Sorrow" Mo Xiejian broke free from the formation and flew towards Mount Everest!
"Success!"
"Mo Xiejian's luck has been filled, and our efforts are not in vain!"
"Hahaha, great, great!"
Everyone cheered excitedly.
Because Mount Everest is not too far from the Kunlun Snow Region, it didn't take long before a roar came from the direction of Mount Everest!
A beam of blue-gray light shot up from Mount Everest before slowly disappearing into the sky!
Old Monster Xingyue and Tiandao, who were above the Kunlun Snow Region 10,000 meters above the sky, were very happy when they saw this scene!
But now!
"Ah!—"
Zhuge Yifeng, who was in the formation, let out a scream. Because of his lack of strength, he fell directly from the sky.
"Easy Wind!"
"Mr. Zhuge!"
"Master Zhuge!"
Other people in the formation shouted in surprise when they saw this.
Old Monster Xingyue directly hit a beam of real power, supported Zhuge Yifeng and slowly landed downward, and then said, "Don't worry, everyone, Sect Master Zhuge can't hold it because his real power and physical strength are weak!
Don't be distracted, everyone, continue to maintain the operation of the formation! "
Everyone nodded, recovered their minds, and continued to maintain the operation of the formation.
After all, now is the most critical time, and they naturally dare not be distracted.
"Hmph, it really is a piece of trash. You can't win a fight, and you can't maintain your formation!"
Ji Qianying snorted coldly and said something.
"Qianying, don't be distracted and do your own thing!"
Du Yunfan was already sweating profusely, and his breathing became fast.
Ji Qianying pouted and didn't speak any more, but looked at Fang Xun, wanting to ask how Fang Xun was doing.
However, what puzzled her was that Fang Xun's forehead was covered in sweat at the moment, but he didn't move, and closed his eyes.
"Lao Liu, Lao Du, what is Fang Xun doing, why are your eyes closed?"
Ji Qianying asked Liu Qingshan and Du Yunfan a question.
Du Yunfan replied: "Maybe Brother Fang is thinking of a way, let's not disturb him!"
Ji Qianying and Liu Qingshan nodded and said nothing more.
But now!
"Pfft..."
Dongfang Liuli, the deputy palace lord of Xuannv Palace in the formation, spat out a mouthful of blood, her face was pale, and she said with difficulty: "Everyone, I'm sorry, Liuli can't help you..."
Before the words were finished, Dongfang Liuli broke away from the formation and fell from the sky.
"Liu Li!!"
Ren Shuihan, the elder of the Xuannv Palace, was startled, and quickly shot out a true force, dragging Dongfang Liuli down.
"Lao Du, Qian Ying... Everyone, sorry, I can't take it anymore!"
At this time, Liu Qingshan also spit out a mouthful of blood and fell from the sky.
"Old Willow!!"
Ji Qianying and Du Yunfan shouted, and they were very anxious.
The Xingyue Old Monster, Tian Dao, Xiao Maitreya, Pu Yigua and Ling Xiao in "The Swordsman" also saw this scene.
Although they were anxious, they dared not have any distractions at the moment.
After Liu Qingshan fell, Jianzong Sect Master Lu Changan, Kunlun Sect Master Duan Qingyu, and Beggar Gang Master Wen Buer couldn't hold it anymore and fell.
When the three heads fell, Ji Qianying and Du Yunfan also spit out a mouthful of blood, unable to hold it any longer, and fell.
When Ji Qianying, Du Yunfan, and Liu Qingshan all fell, Fang Xun was the only one left to support the outermost of the entire formation!
The outermost pressure of the formation was all on Fang Xun!
At this moment, Fang Xun's body was covered with sweat, his skin turned red, and every blue vein burst out!
However, Fang Xun did not dare to have any distractions and kept his focus!
Coming soon!
Soon!
The dharma is about to take shape!
Be sure to persevere!
Don't give up!
Never give up!
This is the moment!
Om! ——
The "Sword of the Extreme Edge" Juque Sword made a violent tremor!
Next...
Whoosh! ——
Because it was filled with luck, the Juque Sword broke out of the formation directly, flashed with cold silver light, and flew out, heading straight for Mount Wutai!
The speed of the Juque sword was very fast, and it disappeared over the Kunlun Snow Region in the blink of an eye!
Old Monster Xingyue said loudly: "That's great, the luck of the Juque Sword has also been filled, everyone is doing well!
However, please continue to persevere!
Just the luck of two swords cannot save Shenzhou! "
Everyone nodded, gritted their teeth and insisted!
However, with the increasing consumption of real strength and physical strength, many people can no longer support it, and they are separated from the formation and fall down!
Now, only two swords are filled with luck, but one-third of the people can't support it, they have left the formation, and now only two-thirds of people are still supporting!
With the passage of time, more and more gleaming white light spots converged from all directions, drilled into the beam of light, and poured into the ten famous swords of the pre-Qin period!
Soon...
Om! ——
Zhan Lujian, the "Sword of Perfect Kindness", was also filled with luck, made a trembling sound, broke free from the formation, and carried a bright blue light, flying towards Mount Hua. And go!
"Ah!—"
"Ugh!—"
The moment Zhan Lujian flew out, screams of pain resounded one after another.
Another third fell from the sky.
At this moment, only one-third of the people are left to maintain the formation.
The situation is critical!