570: C570 A Single Strike to Defeat the Enemy

C570 A Single Strike to Defeat the Enemy

In the middle of the air, two different types of powers exploded out at the same time.

BOOM!

A terrifying force exploded, forming a huge mushroom cloud in the sky.

The silhouettes of the twelve people of chalk and Wu Clan were all drowned.

This power was too berserk and abnormally terrifying. It had completely surpassed his current level. Even Qing Xinjiang didn't have the intention to curse Yang Fann anymore.

It was completely attracted to this power.

"How terrifying. The power of the divine pellets are actually this powerful. Once we take care of them, we will obtain the power of the divine Gods. Wouldn't that mean that we would be invincible?"

"Haha, I have already seen the scene of my race dominating the masses. In this world, all hands are shaking. "

"At that time, no matter what Qing Family it is, you will have to bow your head in submission." Lee Chi and Wu Duanhun were extremely arrogant.

At this moment, Nangong Qiu's face was also full of joy.

After all, right now, they were cooperating with Wu Clan and were standing within the Wu Clan camp. Each side would be prosperous, and each side would suffer losses.

If Wu Clan truly possessed unrivalled strength, then their Nangong Family would definitely rise greatly as well. At that time, they would naturally be able to obtain a share of the spoils.

Qing Xinjiang did not say a word.

Although the result was still unknown, he had already expected it from the comparison in strength.

There was no turning point!

Perhaps from the very beginning, this conclusion had already been decided.

It was just that the only unforeseen event was that the Wu Clan had the power of a formation, causing it to become even more terrifying.

Boom.

It was also at this moment that the light from the explosion of both powers dissipated, and the sky returned to silence.

At this moment, the figure of the chalk also fell from the sky.

Yes, falling.

It was a kind of falling out of control.

Boom! *

With a loud rumbling sound, chalk's body directly smashed down heavily. The entire theater was smashed into pieces, and the city itself was smashed into smithereens.

Qing Xinjiang tried his best to see what was going on.

However, in the air above, a sudden change occurred.

The faces of the other twelve cultivators also turned pale. In the blink of an eye, they all spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

"I didn't expect this evil creature to be so powerful. It actually forced our powers to counter attack."

"But it doesn't matter. The crisis has been resolved. The only thing that remains is to kill Little Brute, then take back the World Stone and try again to attract that power. " Wu Mengshan instructed.

They were still as evil as ever.

Of course, they weren't sure if Yang Fann had any good fortune that they could take advantage of. However, in the current situation, the most suitable method was naturally to make preparations with both hands.

After speaking, he looked down.

At this time, within the endless ruins, the several dozen feet long chalk body had already disappeared.

Return to the original state. In this state, however, chalk could no longer muster any elemental energy. His body was covered in blood, and even his aura had become heavy. His eyes were filled with fatigue, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Evil creature, although I don't know what kind of bastard you are, but I have to say, your strength is truly extraordinary, and you even faintly have an aura similar to that of a god, but all of it is of no use. You will die today. " Wu Meng Shan said with a dense killing intent.

And then, he plunged downwards.

Cretan raised his eyes with great difficulty, a complicated look in his eyes. The fang let out a bloody light as it let out a roar. His eyes were now devoid of light, as if his life force had faded away. It was as if this time, his injuries were fatal. Even so, there was still a hint of anger in his eyes.

It was as though this hatred had already been branded into his blood.

Seeing this scene, Qing Xinjiang felt an inexplicable sense of sorrow. Three different sword intents exploded from his body.

"You ant, you still want to attack?" Wu Meng Mountain's eyes turned cold. Soon after, the eleven figures behind him suddenly separated, each of them taking their own positions.

Shua shua shua!

However, for some unknown reason, the auras of the twelve people became somewhat strange. Although there was power drawn from the array around them, this time, there was a tinge of grief within the endless aura.

However, these people did not notice it. Instead, they were overjoyed.

That was because this power was incomparably berserk. It was even more powerful than the power that they had obtained from activating the formation earlier.

"The heavens are on my side. It seems that the thing inside has given in as well, and is sending good will to us."

"Hahaha, it should have been like this a long time ago. To give him face and address him as' Supreme God ', in the end, is still an animal. "

"It must be because the power we have right now is berserk and we have to submit. No matter what, right now is the time for us to take action.

The eleven people laughed arrogantly, as if the situation had taken a turn for the better. They did not reject the sudden surge of energy and were about to attack Qing Xinjiang.

Qing Xinjiang's expression remained the same.

Life and death had already been disregarded.

He still maintained his stance of swinging his sword without the slightest intention of retreating.

It was as if the outcome of this attack was of no importance to him. What was important was that he could not bear to see chalk die in front of him.

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

Three sword lights tore through the sky. In the blink of an eye, the light turned the world cold as they shuttled back and forth into the endless infernal energy.

"Stubborn fool!"

"You're courting death!"

"Die!"

The eleven people from the Wu Clan were already immersed in the power, and had long desired to experience the terror of this power. The moment the sword intent swept across the sky, the few people attacked at the same time.

Boom! *

Qing Xinjiang retreated with explosive steps.

When he swung out his sword strike, he had already utilized all of his strength. He also knew that this result could not be changed.2

But he just wanted to do something.

Thinking of this, his gaze turned to Yang Fann. He didn't know why, but he felt that Yang Fann shouldn't be so quiet.

And at the instant when his gaze shifted, the energy of eleven people abruptly descended in the air. Berserk, they controlled the pressure capable of tearing space apart.

It could be imagined that if this power were to fall, even if Qing Xinjiang had heaven-defying talent, it would still be hard for him to escape death.

However, at this time …

Qing Xinjiang didn't care about that.

Because at this moment, Yang Fann made his move.

Yang Fann suddenly opened his eyes. Within his black and white pupils, the faint color of blood was vibrating like a raging fire.

Immediately after, Yang Fann's figure soared into the sky. At the same time, a longsword covered in lightning appeared in his hand.

"Ah!" Yang Fann roared towards the sky and then slashed his sword through the air.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Rumble …

In the blink of an eye, the sword descended from the sky, detonating the heaven and earth. The sky was dark, and thunder rumbled.

And this sword attack was able to instantly pierce through the power of eleven people, and directly use the endless divine lightning to break them apart.

"What?"

"What's going on?"

"He... Was it him? "

Everyone came to their senses in disbelief.

He was shocked and terrified.

This power was too terrifying. It was one thing to annihilate all of their power, but there were also signs of the world exploding. It caused them to feel numbed and terrified.

"He... In the end, he did not disappoint. This strike … It can be said to be invincible. " Qing Xinjiang muttered to himself. He didn't complain at all about Yang Fann. What he had left was only admiration and shock.

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