Chapter 150 Master Stands up

Seeing the strong people in the realm of the spiritual emperor take the lead, the 20 or 30 people closest to the mouth of the canyon were very excited. They urged the martial soul and stimulated the soul power one after another. They were forced to respond to take the initiative to attack, and all shouted and rushed up.

One by one, strong or weak protective apertures enveloped their bodies. When the figures flashed, they left a phantom of different colors, and dozens of blue or purple beams rippled at the mouth of the valley in an instant.

The bright centipede waves in the distance surged one after another. Gradually, when they climbed to the bottom of the valley, they barely saw their outlines. Their little finger-sized bodies and the tip of their mouths soared, making a bite. If they were enlarged ten times, they must be the most ferocious monsters in the world.

The unilateral attack began with a few angry shouts, but this battle is completely different from the past. The opponent they face is just a reptile that can be trampled to death with one foot, and hundreds of millions of times. Simple martial arts can be said to be useless. The only way to survive this war is to kill centipedes with soul power, that is, to borrow Help the soul power and the powerful spirit carried by the soul power to kill the enemy.

The masters often get together to decide the winner, which is the strength of the martial soul. Perhaps this is the most exhausting way to fight, but it is undoubtedly the fastest way to solve the battle. At this time, defeating the enemy with soul power is the only way.

"Wang, sw, sw..."

Waves of light, light waves and light waves gushed out of the weapons of the first-line martial arts.

"Myss..."

One dark centipede after another either turns into a void, or turns into powder floating in the wind, or becomes blood seeping into the dark land. But they are not afraid of the death of their comrades-in-arms in front of them, or slow down their speed. Instead, they move forward more crazily. The exquisite soul colors seem to mobilize their excited organs and make them crawl forward more fearlessly.

The earth grain friction of "...Sasha...Sasha...Sasha" suddenly sounded on the far and near mounds. Wang Wujian was extremely shocked and looked at the small earth bag a hundred meters away. There was still a bright centipede tail on it, and under the faint light, there were countless other groups of centipedes behind them. Their team It seems to be broader and longer.

"Oh, my God! Even if so many centipedes stand still, it is enough for a few strong men in the realm of the spiritual emperor to exhaust their energy to slaughter them... Now..." Wang Wujian was dumbfounded. Like most martial arts spirits, a picture came to his mind at this moment: everyone rolled in the centipedes, cried, painful, and there was no way to heaven. There is no way to enter the ground...

Is tonight the last time I see the starry sky in my life?

Hou Aji and three other roommates stood in front of Wang Wujian in shock and stared at the battle situation in front of them. Although dozens of people tried their best to wave their weapons, the centipede group moved forward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fang Xiaomei's bright eyes widened, clutching Wang Wujian's arm tightly, and did not dare to look at the endless darkness in the distance. From her frightened eyes, it seemed that she could see the horrible scene in her mind.

Yu Chiyan, who wants to calm down, can't help but look pale. Even if the first family in the martial arts world falls into this situation, there will be a lot of losses.

There are as many as two or three hundred martial arts who have arrived here one after another. If there are still some of these people who are calm to face the current predicament, there are only a few top masters, and Sikong Zixian, her eyes showed constered, but her awe-inspiring expression did not reflect panic. She was tight. Sticking to the side of Wang Wu's sword, he did not draw the sword or urge the martial soul protector. It seemed that he did not pay attention to such a huge centipede formation.

More and more martial arts spirits unconsciously moved forward, as if to see more carefully the attack of the dark centipede, and as if there was something strange in front of them to attract them to move forward, gradually blocking the sight of Wang Wujian and others.

"Ah...ah..."

"Ah...ah..."

......

A series of screams woke up Chen Jing's crowd. The centipede group was not so easy to repel. Whether it was a warning from the bloody centipede to the invaders or not, they had to forcibly block it. No one is not afraid of death, but timidity is cowardice.

The successive screams condensed the two words in everyone's heart: unity. It is impossible to see how many centipedes are behind in the night, so if you don't fight together now but wait for the competitors to die one by one, there are only two final results: either make a shrinking turtle to escape, or also die in the canyon.

The crowd surged up, and all kinds of weapons became extremely bright at this moment. Blue and purple light of different colors alternately flew out of the canyon. A batch of dark centipede disappeared from the ground, but soon they were made up for and seemed to be endless.

Several thick purple beams flashed through the air one after another, and the purple figure finally fell in front of the valley. The transparent purple protective aperture enveloped around their bodies, covering them like a glass light mask, isoling everything from them.

In addition to being surprised by their strength, Wang Wujian was also a little convinced that they could put aside the spirit of fighting on the front line and shoulder such a heavy burden before this great disaster.

However, the dark centipede group was not intimidated by their powerful offensive. The defense line became stronger due to the attack of several strong people in the spiritual realm, but also because of their participation, they forced the slightly weaker martial arts behind to pull a long distance to avoid their domineering strength. The dark centipede actually crossed the line of fire with the help of the only few defensive gaps and went straight into the valley.

Dozens of martial arts spirits who resisted the second line were surprised and practiced their skills. Every time they waved a shining weapon, it was accompanied by the death of a large number of centipede. However, at the same time, their martial souls consumed extremely fast, and most of the light of their soul power tended to weaken. The martial arts on the second line were retreated step by step. This also gives the centipede a larger range.

Wang Wujian retreated far away under the protection of several companions, waiting for the centipede group to retreat at a loss. In this battle, they could only be a watcher. Even Wang Wujian, the planner, was frightened and didn't know what to do.

A large number of dark centipedes have been wiped out, but more bright light still emerges from the hill not far away, and the bright sea at the end is still mixed with larger centipedes. The friction of the wind alone shows that they are running without fear, as if there are still A perverted owner who can control their consciousness keeps pushing them to the muzzle of the gun.

Several masters of the spirit emperor realm who are deeply immersed in the centipede group do not hesitate to use their skills. The sharp moves become extremely dazzling under the embellishment of soul power. Several purple beams of light continue to shoot out the power of destructive power like a source of energy, and the ground is shaken again and again. Moving, the stones on both sides of the valley stumbled and fell down.