The Avalon of Five Elements Chapter 668: Breakthrough
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A hundred miles away from the line of defense, the Divine Spirit Unit that was temporarily camped was inexplicably excited.
Just now Kun Lun Tian Feng and Duanmu Huanghun's were tentatively captured by Divine Sacrificial who was absorbed in it.
"Adult, [Firework Lock] is very effective!"
He Nanshan always pays attention to the effect of the firework lock and puts a heart back into his stomach, but his face does not show joy, he said in a deep voice: "Do n’t be too happy, the other party is just trying. Can you stop Windmill Sword, and still I'll try it before I know it. "
Divine Sacrificial is full of confidence: "Windmill Sword can never break [Fireworks Lock]!"
Fireworks lock sky.
In order to deal with Sword of Thunderbolt's Windmill Sword, Divine Spirit Unit has racked its brains up and down, and has put forward more than two hundred kinds of proposals. And [Firework Lock] is the best plan selected from these two hundred plans.
For example, the ability to withstand the Thunder. The Thunder is blood cultivator's nemesis, which has almost no solution. He Nanshan they can not completely solve the threat of Thunder, but [Fireworks Lock] ability to withstand Thunder is greatly enhanced.
The morale of Divine Spirit Unit is greatly boosted, and I hope to be ashamed.
The harassment of Sword of Thunderbolt is very troublesome, but they have no choice but to do nothing, and they have suffered a lot. It's been a shame for this group of arrogant heroes to be a turtle with a head down for so long. in the heart has been holding a fire for a long time.
A petal that flew past He Nanshan's eyes suddenly shattered and turned into a plume of smoke.
He Nanshan shrinks its pupils and mumbles to itself: "Come!"
The generals of Divine Spirit Unit silently kept silent, expectantly looking forward.
It was just a temptation on the opposite side, and then it was time to see the real chapter. After fighting for so long, the gods have not had any slight contempt, and the strength on the opposite side is definitely not inferior to them. Any contempt can bring them the disaster of extinction. The Divine Wolf, which is destroyed by the whole army, is a lesson.
pū pū pū .
The sound of broken petals is very slight.
However, when the countless flowers and petals flying all over the mountain shattered at the same time, countless subtle cracking sounds gathered together, and the scene was extremely spectacular. The spirit warriors were inexplicably trembling, and their hairs were standing upright, as if there was a small current spreading and exploding on the skin.
Countless red smoke exploded in the air, like countless red flowers blooming.
There is no wind in the wilderness, and the quiet air is like freezing. But the red smoke that just exploded, but inadvertently drifted in the direction of the elemental cultivator defense line. They pulled a bright red diagonal line in the air.
They came so fiercely that the sky in the wilderness was covered in a blink of an eye.
They went so fast. In a blink of an eye, the sky returned to clear understanding, and the wilderness returned to the open.
He Nanshan closed his eyes tightly and carefully felt what was happening hundreds of miles away. He is very clear that dealing with Windmill Sword is a difficult problem that they must solve, otherwise, they will always be shrouded in the shadow of Windmill Sword's, shivering in the screams of the waves that are sweeping through the sky. Even more terrifying is that if Windmill Sword is widely promoted, Divine Country will fall into greater passiveness.
Come on, Windmill Sword!
in his heart shouted silently, a flame was burning, and the fighting spirit was high. He has enough mental preparations, the damage caused by Windmill Sword must be very amazing, and Sword of Thunderbolt's counterattack must be extremely fierce. But he believes that [Firework Lock] will certainly be able to withstand the impact of Windmill Sword's, killing its violent and amazing power, just like a large airtight and unbreakable net, entangled and trapped the Windmill Sword this beast.
The final victory must be their Divine Spirit Unit ... um!
It does n’t seem right ...
Windmill Sword ...
No! Not Windmill Sword!
He Nanshan opened his eyes violently, and those deep, plain eyes could not see the angry eyes, but at the moment it was showing inexplicable consternation and helplessness.
A screaming scream of Divine Sacrificial rang in his ear, breaking the silence.
Big strands of blood spewed out of Divine Sacrificial's's mouth, covered with white and luxurious Divine Sacrificial robe, weekday graceful and elegant face was twisted, and his in the eyes was full of fear, just like watching arrived **** devil, he was incoherent Scream: "No! Not Windmill Sword! Not Windmill Sword ..."
The Black Swords rush into the wilderness, like a group of fierce black sharks breaking into the **** ocean.
There are many black swords, but they are not worth mentioning compared to the smog. If you look down from the depths of the sky, you will find a huge red monster enveloping the ground, it is slowly creeping, gathering towards the Windmill Sword's position.
What the in the eyes soldiers can see is that the **** smoke is getting thicker and thicker, as if it is substantive. More and more smoke is constantly coming from all directions.
Compared with the scenes that Kun Lun Tian Feng and Duanmu Huanghun have just tried, it is more than a hundred times spectacular!
Just as everyone thought that the fight between the Scarlet Smoke and the Black Sword was about to begin, a startling scene happened.
The bright, dripping smoke actually dripped bright red blood drops, like a saturated cloud of cumulonimbus.
More and more blood drops.
Hey, the sky is raining, red blood rain.
Blood rain is like a curtain, and drops are falling from the sky, covering the wilderness. Soon, the rain was getting bigger and bigger, crackle and rattle, turned into heavy rain. It's as if the sky has been cut with a big wound, strange and unspeakable.
More bizarrely, the black sword is suspended vertically in the torrential rain of blood, with the tip of the sword facing down, like a forest, and immobile.
When the blood of Dou Da drops near the Black Sword, he suddenly loses all his weight and suspends the feathers around the Black Sword Forest. The blood drops turned into round or large blood beads, bright and clear.
The number of blood beads is increasing at an alarming rate. When the last drop of blood drops, the sky can no longer see a ray of smoke, and the blue sky reappears above everyone ’s head, and the empty wilderness appears again in everyone ’s field of vision .
The number of blood beads around the black sword forest is extremely alarming. They are dense and countless. The outermost edge extends five or six miles away, just like the **** galaxy that stretches the night sky.
Qiao!
sword cry came out from sword forest and they began to rotate slowly.
The airtight blood beads around sword forest seem to be urged by invisible forces, and then slowly rotate.
It's like a galaxy turning around, like a star arching the moon.
The indescribable expanse of breath spreads like ripples, and the surface of the round and clear blood beads has a trace of fine ripples, like a lake wrinkled by the wind.
Slightly black smoke, rising from the surface of the blood bead.
The black smoke is strange, and disappears as soon as it comes out. With such a large number of blood beads, the black smoke produced could not form a smoke screen, and it seemed to be the other extreme compared with the blood-colored smoke that just covered the sky.
Blood beads shrink at a rate that is visible to the naked eye, and some completely turn into black smoke, disappearing to disappear without trace.
Some of the blood beads left a silver shimmer.
Small shimmer is as fine as sand and dust, and those with poor strength are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. The larger shimmer, about the size of rice grains, emits a soft shimmer.
The sparse light spots are shabby compared to the scarlet galactic river of just amazing scale.
But the soft and pure breath is very different from the sweet and strange breath just now.
A melodious sword cry sounded from the black sword forest.
Large and large light spots, hear sword cry, just like the soldiers who heard the order, simultaneously rushed towards sword forest.
The black forest of more than ten thousand black swords is like a void that devours everything, devouring large and small light spots. Flying into the spot of sword forest, it was quickly swallowed by the black sword.
Everything happened too quickly.
When everyone reacts, what smoke, what blood rain and blood beads, what light spot, all disappear, only the piece of black sword forest suspended in the air.
Black sword forest quivered and collapsed. They turned into a dragon and circled around before returning to Windmill Sword.
The people who witnessed this scene had an illusion of trance. These black swords were like wild beast, who had never had enough to eat. They went around and found no new prey.
Indolinole!
As the rain hits the plantain, the black sword is refilled with Sword Tower. The position of each black sword is exactly the same as it was just now.
The surroundings are so quiet that you can hear a needle falling on the ground.
Duanmu Huanghun's eyes widened as if the eyes would fall to the ground at any time. What the **** is this?
Kun Lun Tian Feng dumbfounded, what is this sword art? Why can't I understand it at all?
Ai Hui's touched his nose embarrassedly, and he did not expect this to be the case. In the corner of the eye, I saw Shi Xueman's small hand covering his mouth. His face was shocked and unbelievable. He felt that in the heart was dark. He coughed and prepared to say a powerful statement: "That ..."
Suddenly, the sudden sound of the sound made Ai Hui startle.
The shouts of the sky shook the defense line.
Ai Hui smiled and gestured set off towards the excited Shi Zhiguang.
Windmill Sword, Set off!
At this time, the camp of the gods was dead, and the soldiers were disheartened. Several Divine Sacrificial fell in the pool of blood, some eyes widened, some face horrified, but almost all breath was cut off, and only one Divine Sacrificial still held a breath.
In order to be able to perceive and control [Firework Lock] to a certain extent, these Divine Sacrificials selected them and left their own soul marks on [Firework Lock].
[Firework Lock] was broken, they were backlash on the spot, and their vitality was cut off.
The only surviving Divine Sacrificial, his face is pale, his pupils are loose, his expression is confused and frightened, and he repeats words like hysterics.
"Your Majesty, it is His Majesty ..."
In the silence, his voice was so clear that the whole camp was audible.
Unknown fear is spreading, the camp begins commotion, the soldiers ’expressions start to become strange, doubts, fears ...
Pā.
A combat boot stepped on the head of Divine Sacrificial's, the head of Divine Sacrificial's burst like a watermelon, and the hysterical voice stopped abruptly.
He Nanshan sinks like water: "Demons confuse people, their sins should be cut!"
His eyes were fierce, and he slowly swept across the camp. The soldiers bowed their heads and looked ashamed wherever they looked.
He Nanshan coldly snorted said: "If your majesty is here, just like your ugliness, you must have cut your head!"
Everyone's face was flushed and even more ashamed.
He Nanshan looks slightly darker, in the eyes flashes sharply: "The enemy is coming, all are ready for battle!"
Everyone looked up, the fear and fear just disappeared to disappear without trace, fighting intent was so loudly promised: "Yes!"