Gao Wu Arrives

We all know that such moments are rare in the world, and there will be no chance if one misses it. Once these infernal corpses are completely transformed, they will definitely attack them mercilessly.

So everyone goes all out.

The brilliance shone, like rounds of the sun suddenly appearing in the dark and cold night, illuminating everything, warm and fiery. This is the holy artifact, the divine power is like a prison, the horror is extraordinary, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

At this moment, the power and aura of the sacred artifact, like a vast ocean, overwhelming the sky and sweeping away in all directions.

"puff!"

The thirty-odd Infernal Corpse had already reacted and retreated one after another. At this moment, the eyes full of tyranny showed instinctive horror, and the power of the Holy Artifact terrified them. But there were still a few undead corpses that were being transformed. They were inconvenient to move, and their speed was too slow, and they were hit all at once.

Shenhong swept over, and an Infernal Corpse was burning and reduced to fly ash, and an Infernal Corpse seemed to be hit by an iron car and turned into a piece of meat pie. A corpse was hit by a black mang, as if it was frozen, and its body was torn apart...  

In a short moment, four or five corpses were buried.

The ground shook, the smoke and dust rippled, and the aftermath of the rumbling spread far away. Even though everything in this place is transformed by the stars and is unbelievably strong, it is still a bit difficult to deal with a dozen holy artifacts at the same time.

Wang Hong is burly and strong, with black hair fluttering in the wind, and his eyes are full of wildness. This is an extremely powerful man, from the legendary Furuhara royal family.

But at this moment, he was breathing heavily, using the black iron rod in his hand as a crutch, and stopped to stand and rest.

"I think we're going to change positions to break through." Wang Hong looked around.

The result of the battle was not as big as expected. More than 30 corpses were all like ghosts, and their speed was fast. After one attack, only eight fell.

Among them, Lin Feng had the biggest victory. He killed three by one person, and then killed one by himself. He alone occupied half of the eight killed, and he had to be looked at.

If it was a normal season, everyone would have to exclaim and ask and chat, but at this time, no one was in such a mood.

At this moment, the remaining twenty or so Inferi corpses began to counterattack. In the mountains and forests, the gloomy atmosphere and the heavy fog were all over the sky, and their figures suddenly disappeared, as if they were erased from this space.

But no one relaxes, on the contrary, the muscles are tense and the pressure is very high.

Sure enough, when they reappeared, they were already close. The eyes of each corpse are full of resentment and tyranny, and the figure is erratic, flickering from left to right, like a ghost, without any quality, like leaves and paper floating, making the scalp numb.

"Clang~"

A solid fist suddenly came over, without any precautions, Zhang Chengdao's golden armor burst into a dazzling golden light, but he was still sent flying out, even the holy weapon could not completely protect him.

In mid-air, blood bleeds from his mouth, and his five internal organs were shaken violently, causing burning pain.

"boom!"

Another corpse appeared from the fog, came to the side of a Tianjiao, and flew away with just one punch.

Almost at the same time, more Yin corpses were shooting. They were all near-Saint-level creatures, and their fleshly bodies were extremely tyrannical, far exceeding ordinary near-Saints, so they were extremely terrifying.

The brilliance was dazzling, and a fiery and short-lived brilliance erupted from one holy artifact after another.

But it is not that the arrogance of the heavens are actively urging, but it is caused by being attacked.

The invincible, eternal and immortal handed down holy soldiers, and ordinary holy soldiers, are all emitting fierce sparks at this time, and under the claws of each black, like a broad knife and a dagger, there is a clanging sound, and there is no power to fight back.

It's not that the holy artifact is not strong, it's just that the arrogance of the heavens is too tired. After the repeated battles, the lamp is finally exhausted, and the body is empty, and there is almost no divine power.