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Chapter 486 A family must be in good order

"What a grand welcome ceremony! Not only are eight divine weapons coming at the same time, but even the guy corrupted by the True Devil is here."

There was no trace of uneasiness in Lu Wenwu's eyes, only a rising fighting spirit.

There was a gleam of fire in his eyes, a light of excitement.

"I should have guessed that the power that can corrupt people's minds unconsciously is what you guys are best at. It's the true meaning of confusing right and wrong."

Lu Wenwu took a fierce step forward with a fierce grin, and the sky was suddenly filled with dark lightning wrapped in scarlet blood light.

"It seems that today, I have to learn from Ip Man."

"What the hell are you learning? Don't try to get yourself killed."

Xiaobao suddenly appeared beside Lu Wenwu and sent a message before the fight started.

The moment Maomao appeared, he transformed into flame patterns and merged with it, causing his already powerful aura to increase by another three points.

The cat's pupils flashed quickly, and bluish-white air currents surrounded the four cat paws.

After confirming the enemy, a rare trace of caution appeared on Xiaobao's face, which was always lazy and disgusted.

The number and quality of the enemies were beyond imagination.

The bronze tripod that was almost about to step into the third stage of the deification, the swordsman holding a divine weapon of the artifact grade, and the most threatening undead magic god lich that was at the peak of the second stage of the deification!

God knows how many undead creatures he has accumulated!
It’s not easy to walk.

The other party also possesses powerful spatial power.

It’s even more difficult to fight.

Not to mention it’s 2v10, the opponent’s cultivation is also stronger than ours.

It's almost a dead end!

Maybe a few lives will be lost here today.

A thought flashed through Xiaobao's mind, and he immediately put aside all distracting thoughts and let the three laws entangle himself.

Suddenly, its body grew bigger and taller, and its shape became more and more slender, no longer as soft as before.

The silky soft dark blue fur gradually faded and turned into a bright silver-white color like light.

As its sharp claws and teeth extended, purple-blue lightning appeared and condensed on its forehead, transforming into a tightly closed third eye.

Although it has not yet opened, everyone present can clearly feel that at this moment, an incomparably terrifying force of thunder is accumulating in the Third Eye.

It’s like a divine punishment that’s about to destroy the world, and even more like the source of destruction!

Zhao Changhe's face changed suddenly, and he clenched the trembling Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand. At the same time, his natal flying sword, which had been nurtured and tempered for many years, appeared in his left hand.

"White Tiger. Lord God!"

"Sword cultivator, do you know the details of this cat?"

Tianxuan Baoding asked through voice transmission, with a barely perceptible trace of shock in his mind.

It can't help but take it seriously.

After Xiaobao transformed into this posture, the stimulation it brought to it was too great.

Even though its cultivation was much weaker than its own, the terrifying deterrent force that seemed to come from its blood made it unconsciously want to retreat, and it subconsciously had an urge to worship it.

It was like seeing a natural enemy that was naturally restrained, but also like there was something nobler that didn't exist yet.

But why?
Not just the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron.

Among them, the Hidden Dragon Thorn, which had just advanced to the artifact level, even began to tremble unconsciously. It was necessary to constantly mobilize the power of the law to suppress it in order to erase the fear buried in its bones.

"The Western White Tiger God, one of the four spirits of heaven, the embodiment of the metal element of Geng and Xin, the synonym of killing and fighting, the absolute god who controls wars, and in charge of all the soldiers in the world."

After Zhao Changhe finished speaking, he took a deep breath.

He held the hilts tightly to steady the two swords in his hands.

"This big cat that looks like a tiger is the descendant of the White Tiger Lord, and may even have some of his blood. The White Tiger Lord is born with the ability to suppress weapons, and divine weapons are also weapons."

"What the hell is this thing!" Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower couldn't help but curse.

If it had a scalp, it would have started to feel tingling by now.

Having come into contact with other players, it is not a completely ignorant newbie.

On the contrary, he knew very well how terrifying the powerful beings who were called gods outside this world were, and the inheritors who possessed their blood and inherited their heritage were definitely not good people.

The look in the other party's eyes shows that he wants to fight them to death!

These two lunatics!
Could it be that he had already planned to die here before the fight even started?
Don't they consider leaving themselves a way out before fighting?

Just like that madman Qi Sha Xue Dao!
As an old rival of the pure reckless Seven Killing Blood Knife, Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower knows even better how difficult it is to deal with those guys who will not even consider retreating when fighting and will fight to the death.

Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower knew clearly that this kind of psychopath could often display strength in battle that far exceeded his own cultivation level.

If their cultivation levels were the same, it would definitely not be a match for the Seven Killing Blood Blade.

For a while, there was a state of confrontation between the two sides.

Everyone had their own thoughts and no one took the initiative to act.

Lu Wenwu wanted to start a fight right away, but was stopped by Xiaobao.

In their exclusive space, the divine soldiers once again overturned their previous tactics, began to urgently discuss and research new tactical play, and ordered the remaining four divine soldiers to rush to the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Zhao Changhe and Gris are the ones who know best the value of being the inheritor of the White Tiger Lord.

The fish I encountered unexpectedly this time was so big that it was frightening.

He is the successor of the White Tiger Lord!

As long as they were the Xuanwu and Qinglong gods, or even the inheritors of the Suzaku god, they would dare to fight shoulder to shoulder without fear.

The White Tiger Lord who is in charge of killing
If you are not careful, you might be seriously injured and die!
Is 10v2 stable?

Do you want to call someone?

Kill the successor of the White Tiger Lord first, and then slowly consider the matter of the Guixu Ancient Tree?

But in the end, only one true demon seed will be born.

Thus.
The two of them looked at each other quietly, and both saw a hint of madness hidden deep in each other's eyes.

Work while you are alive, and forget it when you die!
Get it!

Liches are originally dead people. If they are not mentally ill, can they transform themselves into undead creatures and practice undead magic?

Not to mention sword cultivators.

Even though he has fallen into the true devil camp and been hatched by darkness, the arrogance in his bones cannot be changed.

Anyone who doesn't dare to swing his sword against a stronger opponent can never become a sword practitioner and would have died under the thunder tribulation long ago!

"It was you who surrounded us, but you guys are really..."

Lu Wenwu grinned grimly and suddenly attacked without any warning.

He took a step forward and his body turned into a fleeting shadow that moved thousands of meters away. When the majestic figure appeared again, he had already rushed straight into the battle formation and came in front of Zhao Changhe.

The golden light in the dragon's eyes shone with a majestic pressure, and the endless sea of ​​blood wrapped around his right fist turned into a boxing glove, and the pitch-black purgatory dragon breath merged with it. "You are as cowardly as a mouse!"

Start from zero frame, military killing punch!
"This brainless reckless man, we haven't even finished discussing tactics yet! Why did he suddenly start a fight?!"

Xiao Bao was angry, his pair of blue eyes flashed with lightning, and his snow-white hair exploded with thousands of arcs of electricity.

Amid the howling wind, its figure seemed to merge with the heaven and earth, making it almost impossible to see where its true body was.

All that could be seen were three sky-splitting claws wrapped in thunder that seemed to break through the void, and a golden blade that almost cut the sky apart appeared out of thin air behind Zhao Changhe.

The man and the cat seemed to have a telepathic connection.

Without any prior communication, they tacitly chose the same target when they joined forces for the first time.

Sword cultivator Zhao Changhe!
The magic weapon itself is a weapon. It is difficult to destroy it in a short period of time without a fierce battle.

The Undead Mage had already accumulated countless combat experiences. As a glass cannon, he would always be on guard against being approached, and it would be difficult for him to succeed in a single strike during a sneak attack.

Therefore, the best option is to sneak attack a swordsman who has put all his attribute points into attack.

Xiaobao is not afraid of head-on attacks.

As for Lu Wenwu.
The reason why he chose to attack Zhao Changhe first was purely because he was standing right in the middle and slightly to the back. After punching him, no matter which direction he attacked from, he would be an enemy, so he didn't need to think.

In just a moment, two attacks, one from the front and one from the back, were about to fall on one person.

Those three sky-tearing claws, accelerated by the law of wind, entangled by the law of thunder, and constructed with the law of gold and the power of Geng and Xin as the core, have a power that completely transcends the scope of ordinary magical powers.

With the ultimate killing power, Zhao Changhe's clothes were torn into pieces as soon as the slash was made, and the protective spiritual energy was instantly pierced.

Even the spiritual consciousness surrounding him was torn apart, and his soul felt a slight sting.

So fast!

Zhao Changhe was horrified, and his sword-controlling technique reached its peak in an instant, almost merging with his own spiritual sword, and he wanted to escape forward.

However, facing Lu Wenwu's military killing fist that mobilized an endless sea of ​​blood, he suddenly felt a little afraid to draw his sword.

That punch was like facing a huge mountain, covering his entire body.

Where to hide?
Where to cut?
It seems to be full of flaws, yet it seems to have no flaws at all.

It was so simple, plain, and unpretentious, yet it carried absolute power. The fist that had penetrated the space brought Zhao Changhe a sense of danger that was even greater than the Sky-Tearing Claw that was approaching him from behind.

You can’t take this punch!
Suddenly, Zhao Changhe stepped on the remaining snow on the cliff and stabbed the air with a sword. The cold sword intent shook out eighteen ice lotuses. The black ice pendant attached to the sword tassel made the sword light even colder.

The sword intent crisscrossed and endless spatial force spread from the Sky-Splitting Sword, which collided head-on with the punch that was powerful enough to collapse mountains and fill the sea like a sledgehammer.

"Hehehe, such a bad little cat is really not welcome by others."

Gris's withered claws formed a green seal, and the obsidian skull on top of the staff in his hand burned with an evil blue flame.

The hexagram magic circle under the black robe supported by the skinny body was rotating, and three skeletons and their thick purple-gold skulls suddenly emerged from the void in an unpredictable place behind Zhao Changhe.

"It's not that easy to kill this little bastard."

A sinister sneer sounded, and the three purple-gold skeletons burst out with surging soul power like real people, instantly wrapping themselves up in it, wrapping the bones with soul, and turning them into illusory flesh and blood.

It looks like three miniature versions of Susanoo!

"Zhi!"

The sharp sword chopped down, making a sharp scream that almost pierced a person's eardrum.

The three skeletons froze at the same time, and then split into six neatly-spaced pieces in mid-air and fell downwards. The soul fire in their eye sockets went out at some point, and all the magical powers returned to zero at the same time.

The collision of sword light and fist intent, the explosion of ice and blood caused the temperature under the sky to plummet, and the plants within a hundred miles were almost dead and frozen to a crisp.

When the first round of aftermath spread, these plants had collectively collapsed into powder, leaving no trace of life at all.

"Whoops."

A figure covered in ice appeared in the air, grabbed the Sky-Splitting Sword that was spinning out, and a strong fear flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Changhe was breathing heavily and his left arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, obviously broken.

Now he has used his own spiritual power to reconnect his meridians and quickly repair the damaged parts.

When Zhao Changhe thought about the head-on collision that had just happened and helped him divert some of the damage with the help of the force of space, he felt as if he was hallucinating and trapped in an illusion.

Is that really a power that humans can possess?
There was no head-on collision, and he was only hit by half of the force. The sword moves he hastily released were easily torn into pieces, and his left arm bone was comminuted at the moment of collision.

And what about the other party?

Safe and sound!

Lu Wenwu was temporarily forced back by the violent confrontation and also appeared in the air.

His upper body was naked, with red-gold lines like dragon patterns appearing on his fair skin, making his muscular body look even thicker and more solid, like a natural barrier!

The next moment, Lu Wenwu, who had not yet stabilized his body in the air, seemed to sense something and suddenly twisted his body at a distorted angle.

"laugh!"

A blood mist suddenly exploded from the left shoulder!
At this moment, Lu Wenwu ignored the injuries on his body and threw a punch with his injured arm.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of metal colliding rang out, and a transparent ripple that was almost invisible to the naked eye spread out.

Only after being contaminated by Lu Wenwu's blood and energy could the others barely see clearly that it was a dagger shaped like the breath of a real dragon that was circling in the air. The scarlet evil spirit remaining on the tip of the dagger actually condensed into a phantom of a real dragon that seemed to be there and not there.

The Hidden Dragon Thorn that has been promoted to artifact level!

A pure assassination weapon with all its attributes focused on stealth and attack.

If Lu Wenwu did not have an almost instinctive sense of murderous intent, his head would have been pierced.

"Sleepy!"

Zhao Changhe circled in the air, and the sword intent transformed into countless black ice chains that curled towards Lu Wenwu.

"broken!"

The third eye on Xiao Bao's forehead widened, emitting silver-purple divine lightning. Just as the black ice chains were about to wrap around Lu Wenwu's neck, he was hit on the hind legs by the halberd that was steaming with blazing flames, and his silver-white fur was singed and curled by the flames.

Zhao Changhe took the opportunity to deliver a killing move, and with one sword he froze fourteen states!

It would be nice to be able to kill this body-refining barbarian. His previous posture must have been the result of the unleashing of a secret technique, and it was impossible for him to last long.

However, just as this thought came to his mind, the scene before his eyes directly broke through his psychological defenses, and his eyes widened to the point where they could almost eat people.

When the sword tip was three inches away from Lu Wenwu's throat, he saw the opponent's bulging right hand grabbing the sword tip.

That huge hand like a palm-leaf fan was like a five-colored divine light that swept over everything.

The sword light, sword energy, and sword intent all collapsed and shattered the moment the palms closed.

Holding the sword in his hand, Lu Wenwu used his absolute strength to prevent the icy sword from moving even a little bit; it was stopped in its tracks!
No matter how much spiritual power is poured into it, it will be like a drop in the ocean.

With a sudden force, Zhao Changhe was completely unable to resist and was smashed towards the flaming halberd with his sword.

"You dare touch my cat!"

"How brave!"

(End of this chapter)