Red Dragon Martial God

Chapter 803 The Crisis of Yushen Mountain

“bang!”

Thunder Saint Ancestor punched out, above the fist, lightning surged, a battallion rushed up the soldier instantly Torn into powder by lightning.

“shua!”

He stepped out like a walked like a dragon and stepped like a tiger, grabbed it in the air with a big hand, a Saint Realm taught by Yu Divine Transformation Martial Artist, was slapped flying by his palm, full of dissatisfaction with blood, drenched with blood.

“Li Jinglei, eat my hammer!”

An ancient Spirit Race Martial Saint with a golden bronze hammer roared and stepped forward, this step across several Hundred zhang, came to the front of the thundering Saint Ancestor, and then the golden bronze hammer in his hand smashed in the air!

“crash-bang…”

The air was rolling and Soul Power filled the sky.

The void even cracked open.

“ao……”

Behind the thundering Saint Ancestor, the thunder Divine Dragon, covered with dim-blue scales, roared furiously, and then spit out a ball of thunder. The ball hits the ancient Spirit Race Martial Saint!

“Rumble…”

The whole Heaven and Earth seemed to be shaking with the loud noise of the collision.

The ancient Spirit Race holding a copper hammer was overturned directly, the copper hammer was thrown away, and one arm was burned into coke by lightning.

However, Thunder Saint Ancestor was also extremely uncomfortable. He staggered and almost fell, coughing blood, complexion pale.

At the same time, the Life Aura on Saint Ancestor’s body was passing rapidly.

Thunder, Saint Ancestor, has been seriously injured, he is stubbornly resisting!

“puchi!”

A sword pierced the head of a Martial Saint of Yushen Mountain.

The Martial Saint fell down without a sound…

“Fang He!” Thunder Saint Ancestor roared when he saw this scene, this Fang He, the It was his fourth Disciple, but he died here today.

Among the Disciples he received, there are ten Martial Saints, including Yu Qianshang, who has broken through in recent years, but eight of these ten Martial Saints have died now, among them Fang Li and Fang Tong, Is dead in Putuo Divine Dynasty.

“Fang Senior Brother He!” Yu Qianshang, who has always been taciturn, slayed a bird ominous beast covered with fiery-red scales with one sword, and then moved towards Fang He and flew towards Fang He. come over.

He stabbed the ancient Spirit Race Martial Saint who killed Fang He with a sword.

Yu Qianshang’s sword is very fast, very strange, erratic in the air, and contains a terrifying Destruction Power.

“pu!”

Yu Qianshang pierced the Martial Saint with a sword, but the other party forcibly sprayed out a mouthful of blood essence, burning the blood essence and retreating violently , escaped Yu Qianshang’s killing sword.

In the distance, Feng Baiyu stood with a strange man who was wrapped in white cloth.

In the eyes of both of them, the victory was in their hands.

“Bai Zuo envoy, it’s time for your envoy Legion to come out to clean up the mess!” Feng Baiyu said with a smile.

The eccentric, who was wrapped in white cloth, let out a cold, dry laugh. His voice made one feel a chill down his spine.

“Okay! Feng Baiyu, you have made great contributions to the destruction of Yushen Mountain at this time. If you can complete the great deeds that the domain owner has given you, you will definitely be rewarded by the domain owner! Maybe the domain owner will meet. Reward you with high grade Saint Artifact, even Nine Revolutions Divine power, when the time comes your cultivation base will definitely increase rapidly!” Bai Zuo Shi said in a dry voice.

Feng Baiyu smiled slightly, “Bai Zuo Envoy should summon the Legion as soon as possible, and end this war!”

Bai Zuo Envoy gently voted, and then appeared in his hand. A golden scepter, and as he waved the scepter in his hand, lightning and thunder suddenly erupted in the air.

It was originally a clear sky, but suddenly there was lightning and thunder. At the same time, the surging wind and clouds in the air gradually formed a huge vortex, a mysterious and terrifying breath, which emanated from the vortex.

The two sides fighting on the battlefield, almost all stopped subconsciously, looking towards the strange vortex that suddenly appeared in the sky.

From this huge vortex, a white light suddenly appeared.

This white light is directly projected, forming a bright beam of light.

In the beam of light, white silhouettes flew out one by one.

Every white silhouette is completely white, like ice and snow, whether it is hair or skin, it is extremely white, and these silhouettes are all women, and they are not wearing any clothes , all naked, and the proportions of the body are all perfect.

But, for some reason, seeing these white silhouettes makes people unable to feel blasphemous, but rather has a holy atmosphere.

“shua shua!”

Suddenly, behind each silhouette, a pair of wings was born.

These white silhouettes flew out from the beam of light, a total of twelve people!

After these twelve people appeared, Feng Baiyu and Bai Zuo Shi came over, and the twelve women flew around Feng Bai Yu and Bai Zuo Shi.

“It’s Martial Saint! All of them are Martial Saint!”

Thunder Saint Ancestor’s eyes suddenly fell on the twelve people, his complexion instantly turned gloomy, His Divine Sense has already detected that these twelve people are not only Martial Saint, but also the breath of Martial Saint Peak Perfection.

Twelve Peak Martial Saints appeared all at once, making the already precarious Yushen Mountain instantly fall into the abyss of signed to eternal damnation.

“Could it be that God is really going to kill me Yushen Mountain?”

The expression of Saint Ancestor suddenly became lonely, and he was still swearing to kill the enemy with a serious injury. Saint Ancestor, like two people.

In fact, Thunder Saint Ancestor had already felt despair, and with the appearance of these twelve Peak Martial Saints, Thunder Saint Ancestor’s last hope has been swept away!

Sorrow is greater than death!

Thunder Saint Ancestor A heart is almost dead.

At this time, in the army of Yushen Mountain, Ye Ying and Hou Fei were fighting each other. They were like crazy, continuously reaping their lives.

Ever since they learned that the boss died in Putuo Divine Dynasty, they have been jealous of Yu Divine Transformation.

And Meng Xiaoshuang, Lin Zhan, Lin Jue, Meng Qianshan, Yuan Lan and the others were all standing on the most peak of Yushen Mountain at this time, watching the war that was about to end.

Meng Xiaoshuang looked haggard and her eyes were red. Lin Zhan, Lin Jue, Meng Qianshan and the others all looked sad. They absolutely did not expect that the last time they said goodbye to Lin Chen was actually the last time they met. .

“Maybe… it’s over!” Lin Zhan muttered, his lips dry and sad.

“Brother Chen, why…why don’t you take me with you? You passed away and let me live alone in this world, what’s the point?” Meng Xiaoshuang whispered in her heart, tears pouring out again, slipping over her face.

The war, briefly stopped by the sudden appearance of the twelve women, soon began again.

In addition, those twelve people joined the war, and soon the scene of the war was completely one-sided.

“bang!”

Twelve women shot at the same time, and a white light appeared on everyone’s hands. The white light was like a blooming dive light, shrouding the thunder Saint. Ancestor’s body.

“pu!”

Thunder Saint Ancestor a mouthful of blood spurted, the whole person flew out upside down, a hole the size of a fist suddenly appeared in his chest, and Life Aura was passing quickly.

(End of this chapter)