Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4645: ?? Defeat of the Universe!

The world mourns, and the tragic martyrdom directly destroys the extraterritorial battlefield, and everything is destroyed in fragmentation.

The entire sky of nothingness is swallowed by the polar daylight produced by the martyrdom, even the emperor bite is a subconscious mask.

This indescribable polar day has lasted nearly half a cup of tea.

Wait for the dazzling polar day to dissipate, the Emperor Yan hurriedly glanced at the martyrdom center. However, in addition to nothingness, there was still a little bit of wreckage.

"How about the two of them?!" Emperor Yan Sheng asked, and the endless dignity pressed against the virtual god.

The imaginary **** shows no weakness, and he rises from the top with his imaginary strength. "Do you think that you can't kill him alone?"

Strongly forbearing the wrath of the False God in the heart, the Emperor Yan urged the figure to eagerly investigate in the martyrdom center.

"Isn't it possible, did he really die?" Emperor Yan bite wondered, but the virtual god's previous attack was really terrifying, and Lao Zun was seriously injured by his sneak attack, it was difficult to hit in that one. Survived.

Thinking of this, the emperor bite suppresses his inner rage and consternation. He does not look at the False God and casts his gaze downward.

There is also an army of nearly three million divine universes.

‘I don’t care if he dies or not, it’s you **** ants now! ’

The Emperor Biting is like a real decision-maker, directly issuing orders over the False God, "To kill as many as possible without leaving one!"

The Xu Shi Army hesitated for a moment, and then, led by several half-ancestor-level members of the phagocytic organization, went crazy towards the Divine Force.

Take a deep breath, and the False God whispered, "Eating the Emperor, you have crossed the boundary."

The Emperor Yan whispered and sneered. "It's just a command of a universe. You are so concerned about it? Don't forget, your original commitment was."

A bit of hatred flashed deep in the bottom of my eyes, and the False God didn't speak again, manipulated the demon **** ancestor behind him, and struck the Divine Force!

Jian Wushuang and the only ancestor of the Divine Power Universe died, and all the monks in the Divine Power Universe stared at that scene.

Without the sword warrior who entered the kendo with his armies in the unmanned realm, all the monks lost their benchmarks and hopes almost instantly.

The horrific blow of the demon ancestors directly wiped out nearly 200,000 monk troops, and the Supreme Divine Realm was countless.

Jinwu clan, Taixu Temple, all the disciples of Jiudi Pavilion, who came to the rescue, all fell! None survive!

The Purple Hair Supreme, the Red Eared Supreme is about to die, looking away at the place where Jian Wushuang dies, with a smile in his eyes.

The Star Sword Sect was destroyed, only Wu Jianxian and a few others barely escaped the disaster.

The Dragon, Phoenix and Kirin tribes were also seriously injured.

After the emperor has also joined the battlefield of the massacre, the army of the Divine Universe has already suffered the destruction of the top.

Even the half-ancestral class has no resistance at this moment.

Leng Rushuang was pale, and she looked calmly at the breath of destruction.

"Whee"

The huge wings that cover the sky are quietly blocked in front of the cold and frost, while blocking the aftermath of that ancestor level.

Feng Qi groaned, and the phoenix phase was extinguished, and it fell into a human form again.

Leng Rushuang hurriedly reached out and hugged, and Feng Qi, who fell into his arms, was already broken and left with blood.

"Old Ancestor!" A total of more than two hundred are the supreme Feng people. They want to rush to rescue Feng Qi, but they are wiped out by the emperor, and the spirit is gone!

The army of more than three million monks is only one million.

The virtual universe is completely crazy, and every virtual person is like a bloodthirsty demon, quickly eating away the life of the divine universe.

Looking at the battle that has almost come to an end, the Blood Sovereign seems to be ten times old in an instant, and the most difficult words are finally spoken.

"All those who belong to the cosmic warriors of divine power, retreat as much as possible, and retain the last salary."

Every monk’s face is extremely pale. This defeat will completely save the universe of divine power, and no one can stop the pace of the virtual universe.

"Here, leave it to the old man for the aftermath." Blood Wave Supreme Robe hunts in the wind, his face is not half frightened, only the numerology sees the indifferent after seeing through.

A shattered snowflake sword has been broken. Lao Qi'er, with a slightly sly face, poured the last bite of wine from the wine gourd into his throat, and went straight into the realm of Half Ancestor.

He was silent for a lifetime, and he spent his whole life in the final battle.

The splendid half-ancestor **** power emerged, and the old beggar dressed in sloppy and sloppy Daoist disappeared, and was replaced by a young swordsman with a sword and a star.

"The Divine Power Universe cannot be guided by no one, let you do that kind of thing." The old swordsman who looked like a young swordsman laughed loudly, "It is also time to find a place to rest after living for so long."

The blood-stained Linhe Dragon Emperor also took a step forward and said quietly, "Here it is for us, please take care of the Divine Universe."

Long Yan, the two of Longchi held the Blood Wave Supreme, "Let’s go."

The supreme inferior force lowered, and Lao Qi'er laughed loudly, and an unruly T-shirt swordsman turned into a sword, like a long river, going up against the sky.

Lao Qi'er died in martyrdom, and finally he defeated the imaginary god.

The sword dissipates like a star like a waterfall, and the divine universe also has a half-ancestor.

Under the attack of Lao Qi'er, all the venerable virtues who crossed the sword waterfall will die out, even the half-ancestral class will avoid the edge, and buy time for the retreat of the Divine Force.

At this moment, on the broken battlefield outside the territory, only Linhe Dragon Emperor is left, standing firmly in the distance.

Looking at the monk who is not at the pinnacle of the ancestor's peak strength now, the emperor bites it and reaches out to kill.

However, the palm that fell down was hard to score a half at the next moment.

The gaze of the Emperor bites, and a breath of horror rushes across the face.

A senran white bone dragon claw suddenly grabbed the emperor's palm gang, and then shredded directly.

Every piece of senran white bone seems to have a star-sized white bone dragon, which has been entrenched from the Linhe Dragon Emperor.

The sun-like eye socket burst into the light of dignity.

Linhe Dragon Emperor looked calm, and his clear and clear eyes gradually became cloudy.

Incarnate the ancestral red gold ancestor dragon, one gold, one bone and two giant dragons, turning into the last line of defense, staying here.

The ancestral dragons of the first generation of the dragon clan, and the dragon emperor, eventually fell into the outer battlefield.

Eating the Emperor, the False God is hurt, and the virtual universe army has been erased by nearly 800,000.

The boundless corpses will be filled with the void of nothingness again, countless **** blood, and the fragments of magic weapons converge into a winding river.

This war of catastrophe is far from over. No one knows when it will end, but it will only end with the complete destruction of a universe.