Chapter 659： (1/2)
And it is precisely because of this that he saw many scenes of the tragic fall of his subordinates.
But no matter how he roared.
How madly turbulent and swept by the whole body's divine power.
It is only a disaster force that can affect a radius of tens of kilometers.
”Fuck my god-”
”Being cut.”
The cold and merciless voice suddenly sounded.
next moment.
A horrible sword light that was as dark as ink would cut it fiercely as if it were about to split the world!
The sword light shines.
Faintly.
It is as if there are hundreds of millions of creatures wailing in it, suffering endless disasters.
”come out!”
The twelve army master roared with a grim expression, and the sword in his hand pierced madly towards the sword light.
A six-round Haoyue-level middle true **** made a full blow--
It was terrible to the extreme.
It is a mid-level plane that spans millions of kilometers in front of him.
Under this blow, Xiaoban will also be destroyed!
Prosperity of God's Prestige.
It was as if Haoyue suddenly exploded after six rounds of shaking the sky.
but--
The dark sword light carried the power of disaster that scared the gods, but it easily split the pierced war sword!
A middle-ranking artifact——
Just like this, it was split directly from the middle!
It's like cutting butter with a knife, and like a craftsman splitting a bamboo pole, so smooth that people feel that it is not a middle-level artifact, but a piece of dead wood!
Boom! !
The horrible sword light under the face of the twelfth army master's dramatic change.
Cut directly on his divine body.
Thousands of protections that burst out suddenly--
They are all like thin paper, without resistance.
”you……”
”You are……”
The twelve army master was terrified and wanted to say something.
But his mouth opened, and the whole body suddenly burst apart after only a few words were spoken.
Godhead separates.
Divine Soul was full of horror in it, and he was about to flee for his life with Godhead.
But in all directions.
The endless disaster force seemed to smell a **** shark, and suddenly swept into the middle frantically.
Time seems to have lost its use.
It's just an instant.
This godhead with six rounds of bright moon was fixed in place, unable to move.
”Do not--!”
A stern sound of the soul sounded.
But in a flash, he was overwhelmed by the endless disaster power.
not far away.
The power of the darkness of disaster is ups and downs.
The disaster knight Nazgrin was riding on the horse with a cold face, holding the knight's great sword in one hand.
He has a straight body and is wearing an ancient black armor, standing like a spear.
next moment.
He turned his horse's head blankly and walked in the other direction.
Shortly after.
Another scream screamed to the extreme.
The Eleventh Army Master who was also in the Haoyue Realm for six rounds--
Also beheaded by a sword.
...
The darkness of the disaster field enveloped the sky for only a quarter of an hour, and then slowly dissipated.
There are no bodies.
There is no blood.
There are no broken artifacts or battle armors.
The entire sky was blue, as if nothing had happened before.