Great Antiquity: I Can Synthesize Everything

"Battle"

_"war!"

"war"

Perhaps because of the outbreak in the desperate situation, at this moment, everyone burst out with the will to fight death.

In the face of this scene, even the outsider who has already secured the victory, his pupils shrink, and a trace of fear flashes in his eyes.

Although the strength of the two sides is quite different, if the other side can fight to the death, I am afraid they will not get much benefit.

The final result is nothing more than that the opponent is completely destroyed, and they have suffered heavy losses.

Thinking of the first few saints here, they set their sights on Sanqing and others.

They understand that the current flood depends entirely on the support of the Sanqing.

, If these people are beheaded, then the next battle will be resolved quickly.

The battle started, and the two sides fought together. Because the saints on both sides were not equal, Sanqing Nuwa and others did not fight each other, but joined hands to fight against each other.

This is also a last resort, otherwise they will be defeated one by one.That will only die faster, and may be able to struggle a bit more together.

The only hope in their hearts now is that Qingyun can get out of the customs as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Compared with the geek's hard support on the battlefield on this side, the battlefield on the other side is heroic.

The screams of killing, the screams are endless, and the stumps and arms are scattered in the sky Y "In a blink of an eye, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Under the siege of the other party's many quasi-holy periods, everyone on the Honghuang side was retreating.

Even Zhen Yuanzi and Ming He's ancestor L Duobao, Xuan Du and others seemed to be a little out of hand when facing the siege of many quasi-sages.

As time passed by, as more and more people fell, the whole sky seemed to be printed with blood red.The two sides have gradually become red-eyed in this battle.

The Nine Dragons Seal in the turbid tower above Xuandu's head smashed to death one quasi-sage.

Was attacked by the other party's joint attack and flew too... blood mad.

However, in the next moment, L rushed forward with another roar, waving the Lingbao in his hand again and again.

Zhenyuanzi bleeds from his mouth.His face was pale _ a pair of big sleeves waved.The laws of space have changed.

In the hands of the ancestor Ming He, Yuantu Abi's two killing swords exude blood-red light art, and the sea of ​​blood under his feet is overwhelming, and the evil spirit is overwhelming.

One after another, the top-level supernatural powers in the prehistoric wilderness began to work hard to throw out all kinds of secret magic treasures at the bottom of the box without money.

However, with the passage of time, the two fists are no match for the four hands.Gradually people were

forced together.

At this moment, there are at least one third fewer people in the prehistoric times than before.

And they are all scarred.Many were seriously injured and dying.And Xuandu and other quasi-sages are not much better at this moment.

Even the Beiming Kunpeng was seriously injured and dying under the siege of several quasi-sages.Finally, he took a few quasi-sages and blew himself up.

It is precisely because of the fall of Kunpeng.This allowed everyone to step aside from their opponents one after another.

At this moment, everyone felt a sense of sadness, whether it was a good or bad relationship with Kunpeng before.In both moments they are for this

Saddened by the loss of a comrade.

"boom___!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

A few huge roars, Sanqing and others gushed blood and flew out.

"Master!"

"Master Uncle"

"saint!"

Seeing this: everyone in the scene exclaimed, even a few saints were defeated.What can they do? Are they really powerless?

Everyone looked at the blood-stained space and the outsider who was staring at the opposite.

, with a look of despair in his eyes.

"Damn, we have lost so many people, and then we will use your lives to pay for it!"

The faces of the saints on the opposite side are gloomy.

The overwhelming killing intent spread out.Towards the flood and desolate crowd △ suppression.

"Boom L."

At this moment - a violent roar sounded, the whole space seemed to be shaking, and a terrifying aura spread out from nowhere.

"Ancient people? Good, very good! Dare to come to my prehistoric world one after another to make trouble,

You are the first to commit a bloody debt!

A low voice that seemed to suppress endless anger and killing intent... slowly echoed in the space.