Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

In just a moment, the four of them moved at the same time and appeared beside Luo Yunfei.

The five Martial Saints simultaneously burst out with astonishing qi and blood, expanding their own momentum to the extreme. The five clones of the Sun and Moon Divine Swords were connected as one, linking the five people into a whole, trying to resist this terrifying qi and blood pressure.

God of War!

He is definitely a martial god-level existence!

No one can be your opponent if you fight alone.

Just when the five priests thought that their joint efforts were effective, a muffled sound suddenly occurred.

"Boom!"

It sounded like the beating of war drums or the explosion of thunder.

The five Martial Saints felt their hearts tighten at the same time, and an invisible pressure enveloped them at the same time.

It was as if a hand was tightly grasping their hearts. Breathing became difficult and the circulation of qi and blood became extremely sluggish, almost as if their meridians were naturally blocked and difficult to move.

The ancient city suddenly fell silent at the sudden thunder.

It was eerily quiet, like a dead city.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With every explosion, the invisible pressure became stronger, and the entire Sun and Moon Imperial City trembled for a moment.

The water level of the wide moat dropped suddenly, the towering buildings collapsed without warning, and the walls that would have made the cavalry of other countries sigh were covered with tiny cracks.

Even the giant sculpture of the Sun and Moon Sword, a symbol of supreme imperial power, shattered and collapsed under the desperate gaze of countless people, turning into rubble on the ground.

Every warrior above the Xiantian realm turned pale as if they had suffered a serious illness, and collapsed to the ground, holding their chests tightly.

Veins bulged on the forehead and neck, and the circulation of qi and blood was forced to speed up.

With each sound, the circulation of Qi and blood is forced to increase several times. The blood vessels on the surface of the body have already bulged high above the skin, constantly twisting and wriggling.

Among them, the five priests closest to Lu Wenwu are the most important.

Although their cultivation is the strongest, they also bear the most of this strange power.

The circulation of Qi and blood speeds up, which is a good thing on a daily basis.

But all good things should be avoided in moderation.

The powerful blood and energy of a Martial Saint is running at a speed beyond the limit, just like an overloaded and speeding garbage king speeding on the highway, already on the brink of death.

Even if I want to stop now, it's already very difficult.

Luo Qingyun, who is known as the Great Sun Sword Saint, seemed to have suddenly discovered something.

His expression was as if he had seen a ghost. The muscles on his red face were constantly twisted, and his eyes were bloodshot and almost popped out of their sockets.

"This is... a heartbeat! How could this be a heartbeat?!"

"what?"

"heartbeat?"

"Second brother, are you kidding me?"

"Who the hell are you? This is a power that no martial god can possess!"

The five priests had different reactions, but their expressions of horror were the same.

To suppress all warriors in a hegemonic country's capital with a heartbeat, even including five Martial Saints and a dozen Martial Lords, is simply a fantasy!

This is completely beyond their understanding!

Lu Wenwu did not answer their question.

Just like the martial master known as the Sky Hammer before, he simply treated them as air and continued speaking the second half of the sentence he had not finished before.

".Your behavior is unworthy of being a warrior!"

Lu Wenwu spoke each word with emphasis, each one louder than the last.

When the last word was spoken, it was like the sound of a huge bell, striking heavily in the hearts of every warrior.

"Boom!"

The catalysis brought by the heartbeat also exploded to the extreme at this moment, and the previously accumulated suppression was completely detonated at this moment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Explosions were heard one after another at the same time, and a pool of blood seemed to appear on the ground.

The image of the entire city was distorted in the thick and sticky blood mist. The tens-meter-high ancient city walls collapsed along with the formation that was made of the flesh and blood of countless people.

The innate strong man wearing armor had huge wounds on his chest, dantian and iron armor plates, and his gray pupils reflected the collapsed city walls.

The blood core that condensed the life's blood of a martial arts master exploded with a loud bang, and the limbs burst like ripe berries, shattering the divine weapon clones that had already been controlled, and the flying metal and bone fragments sank into the half of the stone lion behind.

The clear moat was dyed blood red.

The broken limbs and undigested flesh and blood all sank into it and became part of the city defense along with the civilians whose names were lost for no reason.

With just one strike, all the Xiantian and Wu Zun in the city were killed, and 70 to 80 percent of the warriors in the lower three realms were killed or injured.

Only mortals were not affected at all.

Above the sky, five priests with the level of Martial Saints were also covered in blood, with huge wounds on their chests and abdomens.

Drops of blood like gemstones dripped from midair, reflecting a half-casing hanging among the rubble - it was the casing that broke out after a martial arts master's body exploded, with the lower half of his body still attached.

As the flesh and blood squirmed, a bony old hand tore the intestines apart and dug fiercely in the rubble, ignoring the bloody flesh and the still warm corpse.

"Mine, this is mine!"

A dark-skinned old man who looked to be over fifty years old had greed and excitement in his eyes, and the blood and energy power of the peak level of forging meridians burst out from his body. He suddenly picked up the piece of metal hidden underneath.

It was a large section of a war spear with a gun head, a broken pseudo-spiritual weapon!

The old man laughed loudly and stabbed the spear tip into the broken half of Wu Zun's body. The spear, which had already been broken into half, was wriggling and repairing itself at an astonishing speed, and the missing part was growing back.

"Haha! The divine weapon recognized me! I knew I was a person with great luck, I want to achieve the innate."

"Pfft."

The old man's voice stopped abruptly, and he lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the half sword tip sticking out of his chest.

The qi and blood in the body flow out quickly as if they had an outlet.

As soon as he tilted his head, all life energy disappeared.

Behind him, the young Vein-Forging Warrior who stabbed the old man to death sneered, held the repaired spear with disdain, and kicked the old man's body away.

Afterwards, his own aura rose layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye he was elevated to the innate realm.

Feeling the power filling his body, the young warrior couldn't hold back any longer and let out a few equally excited laughs.

Soon, he stopped, licked his lips, cautiously prepared for battle, and looked around.

At the same time, he did not forget to stab the spear into the old man's body, devouring his blood.

Looking at the crowd that was in panic, and the confused surviving warriors mixed in the crowd, the young man who had already entered the innate realm sneered again, with greed in his eyes.

Mine, all mine!

It seemed that in his eyes, there were no longer warriors or mortals, let alone the human race.

All that was left in his eyes were walking blood sacrifices one after another.

Chapter 471: Blood Flows Like a River, the Sorrow of the Martial God

What the young warrior who was suppressing his extreme ecstasy didn't know was that just as he was targeting other people and preparing to hunt them, someone had also been targeting him.

In a shadowy blind spot not far away, an ordinary person who had not yet become a warrior had pointed a powerful crossbow at his head.

Those who kill will always be killed.

The crossbow was covered with wriggling lines like blood vessels, and it was swallowing and spitting out sticky scarlet liquid like a living creature.

The countless pieces of flesh and blood attached to the collapsed city walls became the best nourishment for the crossbow, staining the arrowheads of the giant arrows with spiral blood patterns, and the aura contained in them became increasingly sharp and explosive.

"Boom!"

"boom!"

The mechanism started to work and the crossbow was pulled.

The heavy crossbow string, made from hundred-year-old tiger tendons and the warrior's blood, burst out with a roar.

The air wave and sonic boom exploded together, and a giant blood-breaking arrow with a shining cold light was shot out, tearing the air apart amid the countless panicked screams and chaotic roars of the crowd, making a shrill scream.

However, the young man was still immersed in the fantasy of entering a higher realm, conceiving one perfect killing plan after another in his mind.

This is his only chance to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. He must seize every opportunity and cannot be negligent.

He stared at the crowd and warriors not far away like a hungry wolf, treating everything within his sight as his blood food and calculating the movement trajectories of all the warriors.

But he just ignored the collapsed city wall behind him.

He was so focused that he didn't notice the danger coming, let alone that he would be ambushed by a mere ordinary person who hadn't even condensed his energy and blood.

"Pfft!"

The terrifying giant arrow, which was driven by the warrior's blood and qi and was enough to cause some skin injuries to the Martial Master, penetrated the young warrior's head without any suspense, and exploded most of it.

The soft brain exploded, and brain matter mixed with cerebrospinal fluid splashed in the air.

The hardest skull bone, along with a piece of blood-stained scalp, was shattered by the terrifying force, like a sharp blade, cutting half of the broken high wall.

The headless corpse, with some flesh still clinging to it, and the broken skull were lifted up by the sudden giant arrow and nailed to the tall door of the armory opposite.

The thick and huge arrow was almost completely embedded in the target, leaving only the tail feather fragments that looked like flying paper money floating all over the sky.

The young warrior's killing plan ended before it even began.

Until his death, he still held tightly onto the divine spear he had snatched and never let go.

The huge roar brought the noisy and panicked crowd into a brief silence, and all movements stopped involuntarily.

People just stared at the corpse, at the hand that he had never let go until his death, and fell into a daze.

Suddenly, the last bit of strength of the headless corpse was lost.