Chapter 603 Legionmighty [to]
Forty-eight saints stared at Zhu Zhu, without hiding the resentment and murder in their eyes.
They hate Zhu Zhu to the bone.
This time, the North Leader City was destroyed, and a large number of the descendants of the saints died and lost their lives, and some could even be said to have their children and grandchildren... This hatred cannot be dispelled casually.
Unretired!
"Be careful, don't ask for this little beast!" The sixth-order saint, Bi Song saint, had a murderous look in his eyes and warned other saints that when he came to the Northern Territory this time, he brought a son and a pair of grandchildren, but now he is dead, and he has no good impression on Zhu Zhu.
All you have is murder.
But he knows that although Zhu Zhu has not yet been sanctified, Zhu Zhu's previous performance has made them understand that even if they are saints and high-level saints, they will die if they don't think about it.
The little beast in front of him is not as young as his slightly immature face, and he is definitely a mixed demon king.
Even if these old demons have lived for hundreds or even thousands of years, they dare not say that they can suppress the teenagers in front of them.
"I'm going to skin him and avenge my poor granddaughter!" Chishi saint has a gloomy face and roars. There is a talented girl in his vein, who is only 15 years old, but she has been able to reach the peak of the supreme realm. Her talent is extremely terrible. Even in today's talented leaders' meeting, she is also a key disciple.
This time, the leader of the human race formed the leadership meeting of the Northern Territory. His talented granddaughter shouted that she wanted to come and hunt the disciples of the royal beast family and Xuantian. She couldn't stand the entanglement of the little girl doll. He came with the little girl doll...
Unexpectedly, this is a road of no return.
His grandfather and biological grandfather of the sixth-order saint did not protect his little granddaughter.
It's just anger in my heart.
When I saw Zhu Zhu, I naturally couldn't hide my inner anger, resentment and murder.
"Little beast! Today is the time of your death..."
"...Little beast, you go first. Your Xuantian and the royal beast family will be buried with you..."
"Because of you, the northern collar will bleed into rivers..."
"Little beast, your life is terrible, and you will die..."
A sage scolded Zhu Zhu angrily and expressed his resentment.
Zhu Zhu, a teenager, was scolded by a group of old guys who didn't know how old he had lived. He was not angry, but he was a little embarrassed, as if he had done angry things for many days.
"Huh... Isn't it just to let your children and grandchildren..." Zhu Zhu muttered in a low voice.
Although his voice is small, who are the people who besieged him?
They are all saints!
Where can't you hear what he said?
This obviously tore the wound that had just been sewn apart, and then poured a large bag of salt, and mixed it fiercely and spit on the wound...
It's so abominable!
A group of saints only felt their mouth trembling, and a burst of anger in their hearts could not be suppressed at all. They were so hot all over and smoke came out of their seven orifices.
"Kill!" A second-order saint, also the weakest of the 45 saints, was the first to withstand Zhu Zhu's provocation. He held a sharp sword in his hand and suddenly cut it, which was particularly abrupt in the dark night sky.
The second-order saint's angry blow was really extraordinary.
But it could not hurt Zhu Zhu. Zhu grinned at the second-order saint, but what did he think of the smile? Why was it be a little cheap? The second-order saint looked at the sword like a dragon tearing the void and rushed to Zhu Zhu Zhu. He laughed repeatedly in his heart, as if he saw the end of Zhu Zhu being torn by Jiaolong.
Ding!
With a crisp sound, the thousand-foot dragon sword hit Zhu Zhu, making a crisp sound. Then under the stunned gaze of the second-order saint, the dragon shattered inch by inch and completely disappeared.
"How come?"
The sad howls of the second-order saints spread far in the night sky. At the same time, this sentence also tells the problems in the hearts of other saints.
How can it be?
That's an angry and full blow of the second-order saint...
"Ha ha, nothing, the attack is too weak." Zhu Zhu hugged and smiled, danced with his hands, and a silver light crossed the night sky and quickly attacked the second-order saint.
"Retire!"
But it was late. The silver light rushed into the head of the second-order saint. The second-order saint trembled, and then quickly retreated, and his eyes were full of panic.
Looking at the retreating second-order saint, Zhu Zhu's mouth showed an imperceptible sneer.
"Don't mess around, do everything!" The Bi Song saint shouted, one spread his wings, if the fairy phoenix came to the world, and a blow, a wonderful rhythm was displayed.
Then, other saints also launched an attack.
Boom...
Suddenly, the world was in chaos.
Zhu Zhu wore a grinding disc armor, resisting the attack of the saints while wandering among the saints, emitting silver light from time to time.
The battle was extremely fierce, and soon he was covered in blood, with his own blood and the enemy's blood.
Zhu Zhu fought with 45 saints, but the fight between Huazu, Baihu and Xuanzu, Tianming saints and mountain saints was even more cruel.
The three people not only have endless means of attack and killing, but also inspire [flame flow and rain map] from time to time, forming a prison cage, temporarily covering Huazu and the white tiger, and then launching a crazy attack and killing.
After a few rounds, Huazu and Baihu couldn't stand it.
Huazu's face was pale, and the breath of the white tiger also waned.
One person and one tiger have suffered heavy losses, but now they have been besieged and killed. How can they resist it?
Fal defeat is a matter of time!
Zhu Zhu frowned slightly. Although he faced 45 saints, these 45 saints were not as good as a seventh-order saint, so he faced very little difficulties.
You know, he is now the eighth-order saint. Although he paid a heavy price before, the fact is that he is the eighth-order saint.
That is to say, his strength is equivalent to that of a seventh-order saint.
It is not a problem to defeat these 45 saints.
"It seems that we must make a quick decision!" Zhu Zhu thought in his heart.
His eyebrows raised, bringing his eyes together to the remaining seven sixth-order saints, and his eyes suddenly appeared.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Suddenly, figures suddenly appeared in the sky. These people flew in the air with thousands of people as a team.
There are hundreds of such teams.
"Is this?" Xuanzu stopped attacking and killing, staring at the distance, his eyes full of astonishment.
What's the situation?
"Who are these people? Looking at their appearance, their cultivation is not high. The highest is the peak of the supreme realm... What are they doing?
"This is Xuantian's disciple!" The Ming saint suddenly shouted, pointing to Xuantian, two fist-sized handwriting on the left chest of a figure.
"Xuantian's disciple?" The saints who stopped to kill turned their heads strangely and looked at Zhu Zhu.
What kind of madness is Xuantian?
Do you want to surround and kill them with these unsanctified little guys?
Will they launch a crazy counterattack against their leaders?
How is this possible?
No saint feels normal.
is too abnormal.
"Ha ha, is it finally here?" Looking at nearly 300 legions flying through the air, Zhu Zhu nodded happily.
This nearly 300 legions, which is the essence of Xuantian today, are all venerable realms, some even supreme realms, which are all disciples cultivated or collected by Xuantian over the years.
"array!"
With a hundred miles away, I heard a harsh scolding. Suddenly, the air was stagnant, and the scattered crowd suddenly became orderly, although not as strict as the army in the world.
But it is precisely because of this that in the seriousness and majesty, there is a strong mysterious atmosphere.
This is a battle!
Different from the military array in the secular world, the battle array relies on personal bravery and the spirit of heaven and earth. Individuals use to show seriousness and majesty, while the flow of heaven and earth adds mystery.
This is the battle!
With personal bravery, with the help of heaven and earth, kill the enemy!
In a short time, nearly 300 battle arrays, some are the same, some are different, and the array is formed!
Wow...
Some legions were suddenly covered by fog...
Some legions suddenly disappeared into the air...
Some legions suddenly changed their breath and became like a waking lion...
Some poisonous snakes are cold...
Some of them have soared, approaching the holy land...
This is the battle!
In the battle, Xuantian's disciples pinched tokens, some held weapons, and crushed Xuanyu from time to time...
In the end, everything is maintaining the battle.
"What is this? Legion? I only know that there are 100 legions in the Yanshen Empire, but that's just a matter of the era when the saints don't appear. Now the saints have become the main combat effectiveness. What can these legions do?
A saint's suspicious way.
However, he couldn't see through it, because the nearly 300 legions gave him the feeling of nearly 300 powers. Although they were not as good as their saints, they were full of a sense of danger.
It seems that these legions can hurt them.
Boom...
Just when everyone was puzzled, there was also a rolling sound in another direction, and then 2,000 such legions were about to rush over. These two thousand legions gave people an equally amazing feeling.
And the warriors of these legions are stepping on all kinds of monsters, including demon tigers... demon snakes... eagles... roc... dragons...
Royal Beast Family!
From the breath, they can see that this is the legion of the royal beast family.
The same realm is between the realm of the venerable and the supreme realm, and there is no saint.
Soon, these two legions also stopped when they reached a hundred miles, and a majestic voice spread: "array!"
Suddenly, the wild, tough and mysterious atmosphere flowed.
The same scene as the Xuantian Legion appeared.
But at this moment, the faces of all the saints have changed, and even the faces of the ninth-order saint Xuanzu have become solemn.
Two thousand and 300 legions, like 2,300 practitioners, brought them an extremely strong crisis.
"Ha ha, Huazu, let's go!" Suddenly, Zhu Zhu shouted, and an inexplicable force rippled from his body and Huazu and Baihu. With a bang, the two disappeared.
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