3683: C3683 Fleeing for His Life

C3683 Fleeing for His Life

Tarja gritted his teeth, and his eyes shone with a strange light. At this moment, all the sorrows and sorrows in his heart were in place.

He thought of many things, and he also wanted to express something. However, for some reason, when the words were about to come out of his mouth, they suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

That feeling was indeed not as good as it felt.

The various feelings of uncertainty in his heart made him feel like he was about to collapse!

He clenched his teeth tightly, his thoughts surging to the extreme!

"No... I can't be like this..."

"My God Race... how can we suffer such humiliation!"

"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh! We must... I must take revenge!"

" Our God Race cannot be humiliated! "

Talha gritted his teeth and thought to himself. His thoughts were surging to the extreme!

At this moment, he licked his lips. The more he thought about it, the more explosive his thoughts became...

For a moment, it was actually difficult for him to control himself.

"Die!"

"All of you die!"

" All of you must die! "

Talha roared, then fixed his gaze on Xue Wanren and launched a desperate attack!

Even though there was still a lot of difference in strength between them right now, but so what?

It didn't matter. It really didn't matter.

In any case, he was in a state of seeking death.

Even if he was alive, he would still feel very tired.

Perhaps if he died, his heart would be more carefree.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was like this...

It could only be said that he thought about it quite a bit...

"You're courting death!"

Xue Wanren sneered, and at this moment, his face was filled with disdain...

Earlier, when the God Race's army of tens of thousands came to attack, they didn't have the slightest bit of fear, let alone at this moment.

Instantly, all of his combat strength burst forth! The extreme light in his eyes flickered, as if he wanted to completely destroy everything in front of him!

Bang!

Xue Wanren and the god race's third-grade god general, tarja, collided...

In the air, an extreme flame instantly shot into the clouds!

For a moment, everything in the surroundings was completely incinerated!

That sort of state caused one to feel somewhat silent and infatuated for a moment...

Bang...

Rumble...

The sound of explosions could be heard without end!

At this moment, the madness seemed to be suppressing him...

When the first wave was displayed, the mentality followed by the blood collapse.

"Cough..."

"Puff..."

"Phew..."

The third-grade god general of the god race, tarja, trembled. His eyebrows rose up, and his body withered. He was in a state of complete collapse.

This appearance was more or less problematic...

He looked... Especially not ordinary...

In the end, it was still this level 3 god general of the god race, tarkha, whose cultivation was a little lacking, that had evolved into his current state.

Although the divine race's cultivator's combat strength was invincible at the same level, after all, that Light Academy's Vice Academy Master, xue Wanren, wasn't someone to be trifled with. Furthermore, xue Wanren was a weak Half God. This Tarha was only a Quasi-Demigod...

Such a situation was already able to understand everything.

Everything was under control.

"Tarja!" (In the language of the Gods)

"What are you waiting for..."

"As long as there's hope, there won't be no firewood to burn..."

"Do you really want to put yourself in a state of death?"

"You really are an idiot!"

"[Idiot!] Extremely foolish!"

"If we leave now, that won't be called escaping! That's just a normal retreat! "

"Now that we die here, there's nothing... There's nothing! "

"It's not impossible to reorganize the army and fight!"

"Your brain is not working at all!"

"How many times have I told you..."

"Why... Why can't I hear you..."

"Let's go!"

The other god race third grade god sword, rugass, roared and rushed forward, preparing to pull the heavily injured Targarth away.

"Want to leave..."

"I'm afraid it won't be that easy..."

"Hmph!"

" This isn't a place where you can come and go as you please! "

"You're already here! I have to leave something behind!"

Xue Wanren sneered, and then directly pounced forward...

The road was completely blocked.

Based on the current situation, even a Quasi-God of the God Race would not be able to escape so easily.

In other words, they had already missed the best opportunity to escape...

What else could they say?

"Divine General Rugass! Divine General Taar Ha! Hurry up and leave!"

" Him! I stopped him!"

Another Prospective Half-God of the Gods Race, cultivator, pounced forward, and Xue Wanren immediately tangled with him.

There were a total of four Prospective Half-Gods when they attacked Seven Courtyard Divine City this time...

Apart from Rugass and Tarha, there were two more.

Among them, there were two quasi-gods of the God Race. He was able to hold on a little bit longer after being beaten up by Grand Commander and Xiaotian of the City Guard. He couldn't hold on any longer. At this moment, he didn't have much strength left to fight back.

When Taishu Jie and Wu Meiling joined the battle once again, this Quasi-God of the God Race would basically die.

As for the last Prospective Demigod expert of the God Race, he was actually attacking Xue Wanren together with Tarha at the beginning.

Xue Wanren had fought two Quasi-Gods of the God Race alone, but he didn't show any signs of fear. In fact, he seemed to have slowly become stronger.

Such a state was actually rather surprising...

Now, the last Quasi-God of the God Race, galileo, was already seriously injured. He wanted to use his remaining body to stall Xue Wanren so that he could win the lives of Rugass and Tarja.

At this moment, xue Wanren was naturally extremely furious. As he roared, the endless combat power around him burst forth!

The moment of his eruption had completely come to an end!

At the moment of death, it caused everyone to feel terror and uneasiness in the depths of their hearts!

The sword in Xue Wanren's hand continuously stabbed into the body of the Prospective Demigod of the God Race, carola, in front of him. Endless blood flowed down just like that, and the scene was somewhat unbearable for a moment.

Intangible silence...

"Ah!" (In the language of the gods)

"Ah! Ah!"

"B * stard! B * stard!"

"Revenge! I want revenge!"0

"Ants! These ants dare to swallow the heavens!"

"Die! Die!"

"Sooner or later! Sooner or later, I will make this world lose its color!"

"Wait! Just you wait!"

"Not everyone can kill the warriors of our god race!"

"I, tarja! I will definitely return!"

"When I, tarja, return, this place will be filled with a rain of blood!"

"Everyone must die!"

"I will remember your figures!"

Tarja continued to roar, and his gnashing teeth flashed...

In any case, he had to shout out the unwillingness and anger in his heart...

He had to show this state!

Only then could he raise the endless motivation and resentment in his heart!

Only in this way can I have the perseverance and perseverance to take revenge!

Everything before his eyes would be completely annihilated!

The seed of hatred had long been planted!

Blood began to seep out from the depths of Tarja's eyes...

He bared his fangs and brandished his claws, wild and wild!

But he had to admit that the God Race had indeed lost...

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