Chapter 2363: Fight against the water (1/2)

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In the beginning, the nine-pronged master ruled into nine tall figures, guarding the star field near Xiao Ye, each body exuding the breath of the Holy Word.

They are all the princes of the ancient tribe in the glorious period of the early ancestors. They are leaders-level figures. They have retained their combat power in a special way to this day, so as to be able to manifest in this era and protect the early princes.

Facing Xiao Ye's choice, they did not leave, but chose to continue to guard.

Bang!

This powerful Lord Huadu pointed down, the heaven and earth tremble, the star field shattered, the universe wailed, and the terrible crack spread to the fingertips, and penetrated for many unknown miles.

If it were not Xiao Ye who dismissed the martial arts of the Yan and Huang Great Realm in advance, I am afraid that billions of people would explode and die.

boom! boom! boom!

Nine kinds of completely different intermediate saints are stirring. It seems that nine torrents have filled nine days and ten lands. The violent fluctuations are like a bright light, and they want to light up the darkness and directly block this finger.

”Hey!”

”In the early days, the ancient tribe had already fallen into the long river of time, but you exist in this situation, it is meaningless at all, let me help you out!”

Lord Huadu seemed to think of the past, and laughed strangely, even with a moment of distraction.

During that period of time, the major ancient clan forces of the human race were suppressed by the extremely strong primordial ancient clan.

He also struggled under this coercive pressure, and dared not taunt the Taichu.

But after all, he grew up, swept through the Nine Wastes, and stood at the peak of the 3,000 world, which can dominate the life and death of countless people.

Faced with these nine veined heroes now, the blood in his heart boiled, making him desperate to bombard these nine veined heroes.

The lord of Huadu is tall and muscular, with a burly body and a breath of vicissitudes of time, like a strong man from the ancient times. He is so powerful that he rushed out.

The master of nine veins also fought.

The nine sacred paths of war, holy luck, asura, solitary respect, ten thousand tribulation, xuantong, heaven and earth, begging the way, and reincarnation, spanning nine days.

This is the collision of the needle tip against Maimang, without any remaining hands, to win and lose at the fastest speed.

From a glance, the universe shivered, the holy light was surging, and the vastness was like a sea of ​​oceans. The Lord Huadu was alone, and was colliding with the Nine Vessel Lord. A horrible Dao Ming rumbling occurred in this place.

Finally, when all the light was condensed, the figure of Lord Huadu settled down.

As for his palm, he was covering his chest, where a trace of holy blood was flowing down, but it soon dried up.

”In the early days, the ancient tribe, well-deserved reputation, the nine veins joined forces, great power, but unfortunately you are going to die.”

The look of the Lord Huadu was extremely cold, and his eyes became more and more fierce, as if to tear apart the universe, staring coldly at the nine-pronged master in front of him.

At his height, he was still injured by Jiu Meixiong.

But the nine-pronged master was more seriously injured, each staggering in shape, his figure dimmed, and marks appeared on his body.

That was left by the Lord Huadu.

This kind of road mark is engulfing the sperm and energy they haven't left.

”Holy Son, take care, I can only accompany you here.”

At this moment, the master of the nine veins did not shoot again, but showed a sad look, and looked in the direction of the super continent.

嗤嗤嗤!

Immediately afterwards, the nine-pronged masters sat cross-legged in the starry sky, like firewood bringing light, and after the energy consumption was exhausted, they were also turning into ashes and heading for disintegration.

Wow!

A gust of wind blew past, whimpering in the stars, as if there were endless heroes crying and farewell.