Chapter 4407 (2/2)

He is an ancient saint. He didn't die in the war, but today he was killed by a guy who was promoted a little?

After an attack, the monk's body fell to the ground, his breath dropped from the highest point to the lowest point, and now he was unable to fight again.

But how great is it to be able to destroy an ancient holy one at a great expense?

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

One of the saints took the opportunity to attack the monk. After all, the other side had no strength to fight back.

But before he was near, there was an evil wind from the side, and before the saint could react, a black sharp blade had pierced into his back heart.

Through the moment, the power of terror killed the vitality of the other side.

Zhang Haotian's figure flashed away and disappeared again.

In this battle, he is like a ghost, wandering in various places.

If you don't, you will die.

There are a lot of people who want to take advantage of this time. After all, they are able to kill the ancient sage. It is estimated that after killing, the fighting merit is second only to Zichen.

For a while, many people approached here.

At this time, a pair of big feet stood in front of the monk, like a giant devil ape came near. When his body became bigger, the wound on his body was startling, and there was a continuous shower of blood everywhere.

Regardless of him, the long stick in his hand swept across, and the pengpeng voice rang out one after another, and those near him were beaten away in an instant.

Some were seriously injured, others were dead.

After the old man Ge landed, there was no other movement. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. But Zichen was too lazy to pay attention to this. He rushed to Eugene.

The other side is the ancient holy one of the demons, with excellent combat power. Now, they are fighting fiercely with the devil ape, which is not a small threat.

After the monk was exhausted, all the people wanted to go to him to get the battle merit, so that the battle started around there.

Zichen goes forward and goes, a knife cuts down, Eugene blocks this knife, quickly retreats.

”You can't go.”

Zichen began to print, and a thunderbolt suddenly appeared in the sky.

With a violent roar, thunder fell on Eugene's head.

Controlling thunder.

This is the first time Zichen used it since the war began.

Eugene was hit by thunder, but there was no movement after landing, but Zichen could feel the other party's breath.

He's not dead yet.

With such a strike, the consumption of Zichen is not small, but it is far less than the time when it was used. One move is to separate out one of you, I will die.

It seems that after reaching the realm of the Holy One, everything has changed.

Zichen is still holding on, but the trend of the war situation is becoming more and more disadvantageous to tianwu world.

No matter the individual strength, only the number of people.

The number of strong men sent out by the two clans together is dozens of times that of Zichen.

Looking at the whole holy spirit world, Zichen's tianwu world has such abilities, which can be maintained until now.

A large holy family may not be able to hold on.

”The world has not improved, but it is not so disappointed.”

Liu Shanyao, who was scarred, took a look around him. When he went into his eyes, he saw that there were still corpses all around him.

In fact, he was still disappointed, but compared to it, Zichen's friends all came back, and also brought people from the big families.

It makes the world a little better.

But it's just getting better. If the early spirit clan took action, it would not have become like this.

In the crowd below, two elderly storytellers, mingled in the shivering crowd, looked up at the battle in the sky.The old man in black asked, ”how about it?”

”I still can't see the situation clearly. I always feel that we have neglected something,” said the old man in white robe

”What was overlooked?”

”I don't know.”

The voice of the ancient sage zunninghua suddenly sounded in the sky, ”dear friends, little friends, I will never see you again.”

His body was badly injured, and after killing an ancient saint and many ordinary saints, he finally could not hold on.

It seems that there is no afterlife, so he is still disappointed in this world.

Zichen looked back at Ninghua Shengzun, but did not know what to say.

Others are also silent, in such a fierce war, any one will become Ninghua second.

Death is only a matter of time.

”Don't worry. You don't want to see the end of the show?”

A voice of dignity in the indifference suddenly sounded from the sky.

Then, a Holy Spirit emerged, accompanied by a strong force of thunder.

Someone came down from the sky.

It's Lei Zhenke.