Chapter 447 Final Victory

"The whole army stopped attacking to surround the formation and not let a demon army go!" Zhao Tian's spiritual voice reached every soldier's ears.

Immediately after that, Fan Wuqi's order was also issued. Suddenly, all the two sides of the war slowly retreated, leaving a space of dozens of feet in the middle, but the demon army was surrounded by it, and the soldiers of Tenglong Kingdom were outside the encirclement.

"Okay, boy, it's time to start! Remember what you said!" Fan Wuqi saw the retreat of the soldiers below. Although he was angry, he still did not dare to attack. It was the first time for him to be so aggrieved.

Zhao Tian didn't say anything, but just told Xu Da that as long as you defeat Fan Wuqi, you will take out your strongest attack to attack the formation of the demon clan, and let the demon clan come back at all costs.

In this way, Zhao Tian slowly bloomed the golden light outside his body under the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, and his whole body floated in mid-air like a god of war.

"Wow!"

Seeing that Zhao Tian showed this hand, everyone was shocked and stood in the air. This has long been out of the scope of the great martial arts and belongs to another realm.

"King Wu! How can it be? How can it be the King of Wu!" Fan Wuqi saw Zhao Tianjing standing in the air. His old face was shocked and his eyes were wide open. At this time, he didn't care whether he lost his position or not. His eyes were full of Zhao Tian's empty appearance.

"Nothing is impossible. Today is your death!" Zhao Tian shook his head and looked at Fan Wuqi in a daze indifferently and said.

"Impossible! Ah!" At this time, the vision was steep, Fan Wuqi's eyes became extremely red, and an unparalleled momentum spread from his body, and the strong sense of oppression made the surrounding air distorted.

Countless palm shadows appeared out of thin air, with a fishy smell, and suddenly attacked Zhao Tian.

A trace of disdain flashed in Zhao Tian's eyes, and a red light flashed in his eyebrows. Xuanyuan sword instantly appeared in his hand, holding the sword in both hands, and the almost infinite spiritual power in his body poured into the sword crazily.

For a moment, the red light on the sword body was full, and a murderous atmosphere stronger than the former body suddenly came out, forming a blood-red sword spirit in mid-air, from top to bottom, suddenly cut out,

"Puff!" A loud noise came out, and then a bloody figure suddenly flew out of it, spit out several mouthfuls of blood along the road, and shrank in mid-air.

Everyone stared at it and saw that the blue shirt on Fan Wuqi's body had already turned into a piece of cloth, and a terrible sword mark appeared on his chest. Blood gushed out like a spring, staining his body with blood.

"Cough!"

A sword! Just one sword!

Fan Wuqi, known as the ancestor of the demon clan and the first person in the realm of King Wu, was seriously injured under this sword. Even if everyone wanted to break their heads, they couldn't figure out why. Is it really Zhao Tian's strength is so strong?

In fact, Zhao Tian also felt incredible. He knew the power of his sword. Even with all his strength, there was no reason to split it into serious injury with one sword.

Only Fan Wuqi himself knows the tricks. The time of Tianmolation is almost the same as Zhao Tian's sword spirit. The weak body, in the face of an almost powerful sword, only one result is serious injury.

"Fen Wuqi, you have lost, don't forget what you said!" Zhao Tian's indifferent voice woke up Fan Wuqi in shock again.

The unwillingness and the loss of dignity in my heart attacked my heart for a moment, and my throat spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Blood sprinkled a blood mist in the air, shining a trace of luster in the sun. In the eyes of the demon soldiers, they all knew that their ancestors were defeated and completely lost.

"I lost, it's impossible! Impossible! Ah!" Fan Wuqi couldn't accept it for a moment. The blood light outside the body suddenly bloomed, and the whole air seemed to have solidified and slackened in this evil spirit! With a thousand layers of earth waves, he rushed out with great momentum. The target was not Zhao Tian, and the imperial soldiers surrounded by 100,000 demon soldiers.

Zhao Tian's face changed, and the golden light under his feet flowed, and his body turned into a meteor to catch up. At the same time, he shouted, "Get away, he is going to blow himself up!"

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed greatly. Countless soldiers forgot their opponents, threw down their weapons and ran wildly into the distance.

Zhao Tian is feeling the aura of heaven and earth caused by Fan Wuqi. Chaos, an extremely uneasy feeling came from the bottom of my heart, and a terrible idea came out of my mind.

In a hurry, Zhao Tian took out several swords, almost exhausted his strength, and throwing them at the crazy Fan Wuqi.

Puff!

The sword almost did not encounter any obstacles, and easily penetrated Fan Wuqi's body, bringing bursts of blood fog.

"Haha, boy, I said that if I violate this oath, my body will be destroyed, and I will be destroyed now, and I will not violate the oath! Haha..!” Fan Wuqi's face became twisted because of the rage of the aura in the meridians, and his ferocious face showed a trace of madness.

"You..." Hearing Fan Wuqi's words, Zhao Tian was also a little tongue-tied, but he didn't expect that he was still put up by this old guy.

"Bang! ..."

A shocking loud noise was even louder than the sound of thousands of pounds of explosives bursting together. The blood-colored gas brought up Wanjun's power and shot around in the shape of water waves.

The strong momentum made the ground concave down a few inches, not to mention those soldiers who had no time to escape. Their bodies were strangled into nothing by the blood-colored energy in an instant, and they didn't even send out a scream!

The violent sound was like thunder, which lasted for a long time, and the range of nearly thousands of feet turned into ruins.

And when the blood light was about to disappear, a golden light slowly flashed.

"Puff.."

Zhao Tian suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face shrank in an instant. The two people behind him were also pale, ragged, and there were still faint blood stains on the corners of their mouths.

"Xiong Ba, Lord Ye, lead the army to pursue, and you can't let the demons escape like this!" Zhao Tian resisted the blood in his body and said to the two people behind him.

"Yes, I'm leaving now!" Ye Ting recovered most of the time with the help of Zhao Tian, and quickly jumped up and rushed to a group of undetermined soldiers.

Fan Wuqi's self-detonation point is in the outer encirclement, that is, where the imperial soldiers are concentrated. The 200,000 soldiers also lost at least one-fifth, opening a big gap in the encirclement.

And it was this gap. The soldiers of the demon clan rushed out crazily along the gap as if they had been ordered.

At this time, Zhao Tiantian knew that Fan Wuqi's purpose, when he knew that he was invincible, had already thought of a plan to exchange his own life for the lives of these 100,000 people, which was not a wonderful plan.

And at this most critical time, Zhao Tian protected Xiong Ba and Ye Ting with his spiritual protection. Otherwise, even the strength of the five- or six-level martial arts masters would be difficult to survive in this self-explosion equivalent to the half-step king.

"The whole army pursues, and you can't let one of the demons escape!" Ye Ting's high voice was mixed with anger and roared.

"Fight, avenge your dead brothers! Revenge! ..." With Ye Ting's shouting, a strong roar broke out in all the soldiers' bodies again, waving their swords to chase the fleeing demon soldiers.

The soldiers of the two sides meet again, but these resistances are just all the weak forces. The real backbone of the demon clan is still running at the forefront.

"Kill all, don't let go of one!" Just as the demon army was about to run out of sight, a low voice came from the front of the team.

I don't know when a team of hundreds of people suddenly broke into the formation of the demon clan. For a moment, the powerful spiritual power shot everywhere, leaving only a broken arm where it passed.

The team of hundreds of people seems so small among these 100,000 people, but its strong strength makes no one dare to ignore it.

In a blink of an eye, the formation just formed by the demon clan has been messed up. Countless screams seem to have become the only voice on this battlefield, and all resistance has become futile in front of this. This can no longer be described as the battlefield. It is more appropriate to say that it is slaughter.