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Chapter [*] God will set off!The powerhouses of all races were defeated! !

The performance of the demon army completely shattered the confidence of the old man in black.

Those black lumps, which he regarded as scrap iron, exerted extremely strong attacking power, and the soldiers of various tribes could not last a few minutes under the cover of artillery fire.

On the battlefield in the air, those flying demons can not only control the powerful iron lumps, but also have infinite power. Even the strongest disciple of the old man in black would not dare to face its blow.

However, the cultivators, practitioners and supernatural powers, plus those of the Feather tribe and the blood tribe, the warriors of all tribes have achieved an overwhelming advantage in numbers, barely able to maintain the situation.

"Senior brother, the ground troops are simply dying! It can't go on like this! Hurry up and withdraw!"

"Senior brother, our disciples are too damaged, and they can't gain an advantage in the air, so hurry up and withdraw the troops!!"

"Senior brother, if you don't withdraw, it will be too late!!".

The situation was so bad, the black clothed old man's juniors couldn't stand it any longer, and they all said.

"Now Shuna will die faster!"

"And we have no chance of winning, haven't we all finished yet!!"

The old man in black gritted his teeth hard.

At this time, the ground battlefield was over, and the battle between the powerhouses of the various clans and the powerhouses of the demon clan was still in a state of anxiety, which made the old man in black see a chance for victory.

As long as these flying demon powerhouses are defeated, then they can go to support the ground troops, and there will still be a chance of victory!! And he and his eleven junior brothers, as disciples of the Martial Ancestor, have reached the same level of cultivation. Yijing can be said to be the most powerful powerhouse among the clans.

If the twelve of them make a move together, they may not be able to turn the situation around!! But hearing this, his 11 junior brothers all frowned, and their faces became a little ugly.

"Even if we join in, we still can't win, but we can't let our disciples suffer casualties. We hurried over to support, and if the situation is not good, we will cover the disciples to withdraw!"

The old man in black also noticed the expressions of his juniors and said again.

Hearing this, his junior brothers finally agreed to his suggestion.

After all, those disciples were brought out by their hard work, and they did not want to let them die here! The twelve Martial Ancestor disciples immediately.

flew towards the battlefield.

However, as soon as they joined the battle, countless black shadows suddenly pierced through the clouds and pierced the air, surrounding them from all directions.

There were [*] fighter jets, and as soon as they appeared, they rushed in from both sides of the air battlefield, and the machine guns installed on the fuselage immediately.

Tongues of flame spewed out, and countless bullets formed a cross-barrage and poured out! Many strong people of various races were caught off guard and were instantly covered by bullet rain.

For a time, the powerhouses of various clans were in chaos! The twelve disciples who had just joined the battlefield had not had time to show their power, and they were surprised to find that the powerhouses of all clans had begun to collapse.

On the ground, a sneer appeared on Gu Yucheng's face, who had been observing the battle in the air.

He had noticed before that there were the martial ancestors who came forward, and vaguely felt that these 12 people must be big figures in the tribes, so he deliberately waited for the twelve martial ancestors to join the battlefield before sending fighter jets! Fighter fighters Once you join, it's really a war

The result was a lot of money, and the powerhouses in the sky were immediately defeated! And countless fighter jets advanced more quickly towards the twelve Martial Ancestors.

Countless bullets were sprayed out quickly, and the twelve Martial Ancestor disciples gathered blood-colored walls to block the bullets. However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, countless demon powerhouses flew over and overwhelmed them and a large number of other tribes. The crowd surrounded! "Don't panic, break through with me!!"

The old man in black roared.

However, at this time, on the ground, huge trucks suddenly drove up, and there were countless gun barrels obliquely facing the sky above the huge trucks.

Among the weapon drawings prepared by Gu Yucheng before, there was no weapon blueprint for launching missiles on a truck, but the technicians in the Demon Empire quickly created a simplified version after Gu Yucheng proposed the concept.

The gun barrels on this kind of chariot can be moved and adjusted, but they are not the kind of missiles that Gu Yucheng had watched during the military exercises on TV, but tank shells! And the guns on each truck There are 9 tubes. When nine 9-barrels are fired together, it is equivalent to 9 tanks firing shells together! And there are tens of thousands of such trucks! These trucks are used by Gu Yucheng to deal with Zhao Sihe Wu Yikong is such a super strong person.

But now, he saw a large number of powerful people from various clans gather here, so he used such a big killer.

"emission!!"

Gu Yucheng waved his hand.

"Bah!!"

Countless cannonballs soared into the air, heading straight for the strongmen of the various clans who were surrounded by the black-clothed old man before they could break out of the encirclement.

"boom!!!"

A huge fireball exploded in the sky.

The fireball swelled sharply, as if it could devour everything.

The fire almost reflected the entire sky! "The era of warriors, is this over?"

Wu Yikong rode on the ants, watching the fire burst in the sky, his face was quite sighed.

These martial arts practitioners have suffered such a blow, and it is not easy to recover.

"Not only warriors, but also the era of cultivators may all come to an end."

"If these monsters unite the various clans, I am afraid that the clan society will also transform into a technology-based society."

Wu Yikong shook his head, a wry smile appeared on his face.

In this battle, martial arts practitioners, practitioners and supernatural powers have all lost a lot, and I am afraid that there will be no strength to fight against the demon army.

Qin Tianxiong and others behind Wu Yikong were also a little dejected and their fighting spirit was low.

However, just as the powerhouses of the various clans were overwhelmed by the demon army, Zhao Si, who had just dropped a white child in the middle of the continent where the clans were located, raised his head and looked towards the north, as if he was aware of it.

Zhao Si was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up.

"Old Zhang, I'm leaving."

"Let's continue playing this game when I come back."

Zhao Si said in a light tone.

Without waiting for Zhang San to answer, Zhao Si stepped out towards the north.

The next moment, Zhao Si disappeared from Zhang San's eyes, Zhang San was startled, turned his head to look, and found that Zhao Si's figure was thousands of miles away.

Thousands of miles in one step! This is no different from teleportation.

Chapter [*] God will arrive!Martial Ancestor Gao Apprentice Who Confessed the Wrong Person! !

in front of the car.

Lin Ziyun was speechless for a while as he watched the 12 disciples of the Martial Ancestor and a large group of strong men of various ethnic groups encounter the intensive bombardment of artillery shells.

The operation of these Martial Ancestors and disciples is really too showy.

Originally relying on the soil cannons prepared by Wu Yikong and the army of nearly [*] million, the coalition forces of various clans may not have the qualifications to compete with the army of the demon clan.

But now, the coalition of the various ethnic groups is completely over.

However, Zhao Si has already set off, but I don't know if this General Zhao can create a miracle.

If it doesn't work, in order to prevent these demons from turning the tribes into a technological civilization, Lin Ziyun had no choice but to let the goddess bring the gods down to the realm.

Seeing the countless broken corpses falling from the sky after being bombarded intensively by shells, Lin Ziyun shook his head speechlessly, picked up a piece of Weilong's spicy sticks and put it in his mouth, and slowly chewed it.

Inside the field sandbox.

Drenched in blood, the old man in black who had one arm broken by the blast slumped to the ground.

He forced himself up and fell to one knee.

The wound on his severed hand is constantly growing and healing, which is his own supernatural power.

It was also by virtue of this magical power that was very similar to Peng Yuting that he was able to save his life in the previous bombing.

But at this time, he was only half a breath away from death.

There were scars all over his body, and his black clothes were soaked with blood. The eldest disciple of the Martial Ancestor was full of grief and fear while his body was broken.

Eleven of his apprentices were dead, as were tens of thousands of his disciples.

Even he himself may not survive! It is a sad story.

The old man in black opened his mouth and spat out blood, his face was full of bitterness.

If he knew that this would be the result, he would never have rashly sent everyone to press him.

But there is no regret medicine in the world.

He turned his head to look around again, his face was even more gloomy, and most of the strong men of various clans had turned into broken corpses.

Not far away, the army of the various tribes on the ground has also been defeated like a tide.

This is a real defeat! "You are the leader of the army of the tribes"

A voice full of contempt reached the ear of the old man in black.

The black-clothed old man raised his head and saw where he had landed, with wings growing behind him, and Gu Yucheng, who was tall and burly compared to the other races.

"You're stupid enough not to really thank you."

"If it weren't for you being so stupid, I'd have to spend some time trying to defeat this army of clans."

A sneer appeared on Gu Yucheng's face, then he lifted a revolver and aimed it at the head of the black clothed old man.

The old man in black was full of despair, and closed his eyes helplessly.

He didn't have the strength to resist now.

At the same time, in the coalition barracks on the hills, I saw that the old man in black was still alive, and wanted to

After Wu Yikong, who was rescued by his cronies, saw Gu Yucheng pointing a gun at the old man in black, he also gave up his rescue plan.

"This is God's death of all races."

Wu Yikong sighed lightly, and when he was about to order the entire army to run away, a voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

"You guys are really having fun."

"I thought you guys would be able to hold on for a few days at least, but the result is really disappointing to me."

Wu Yikong's body trembled slightly, then he suddenly stared at him and saw a guy in white.