Lord God Xiaoyao

The war broke out!

Premeditated, calculated, broke out.

Like an outsider, Yang Qifeng quietly watched the battle that broke out in front of him.

There are all eight-star quasi-saint powerhouses in front of them, and Yang Qifeng dare not neglect, if there is any relaxation and negligence, unexpected situations may occur.

It seems that he is accusing someone from the heavens, calling him an extraterritorial evil, his words are sharp, his relationship is cut off and decisive, and he is very knowledgeable about current affairs, but who knows what they really think?

Is it true? They said this deliberately, and then let themselves relax their vigilance, and then make a sneak attack, all of which have to be guarded, so if they want to gain the trust of Yang Qifeng, they must fight.

The vigorous battle has broken out. Yang Qifeng is watching the heavenly comers gain the upper hand. There are eight native natives, ten heavenly comers, and a total of 18 quasi-sages. If you add the dead Beast King and Taiyi, the total is twenty. The position is holy.

This number far surpassed the fifteen of the monster clan. The quasi-sage among the monster clan had also come to take refuge in the recent period, but the overall situation was still weaker than the allied forces of the hundred clan.

After all, the Allied Forces of Hundreds have united many Hundreds, forming this extremely powerful force.

To put it bluntly, in today’s prehistoric world, there are a lot of quasi-sages, there are nearly 30 here, and there are more than a dozen among the Wu Clan, nearly 20, and some quasi-sages ignore it. World affairs, directly avoided.

If a quasi-sage really wants to hide, it will be more difficult to find it. After all, this time it is not two heroes fighting for hegemony, and they have begun to coerce these quasi-sages, and the tripartite will naturally have scruples.

If the two heroes are fighting for hegemony, if the other party does not allow it, then you can directly kill. After all, there are only two sides in the world. If you don't rely on yourself, you must rely on the enemy. The tripod has one more choice, which is not easy to operate. .

With eight to ten, the native natives are naturally not opponents.

"The Demon Sovereign didn't take action yet?" A scream came out, his voice was full of anger and questioning, Yang Qifeng stared indifferently, turning a blind eye.

Too strong, the strength of the allied forces of the hundred races in front of them is too strong, even if they are the natives alone, there are eight quasi-sages, such a strong strength has already occupied more than half of the monster race.

They have this relationship. If they join the Monster Race, they will be in the same camp immediately. The Monster Race will be split into two groups immediately, and the evil of division will be buried for the Monster Race. Maybe when the Monster Race is strong, they will be honest. Really, but if the demon clan is weak, it must be a hidden danger for the demon clan.

So it has to die, half of the number is dead, which will not have much impact.

There are two or three groups of monster emperors in the monster clan, such as Nuwa and Fuxi. No, this example is wrong, such as Zhunti and Jiuying, and Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun.

The four quasi-sages can't make waves after entering the monster clan, and can digest them with the strength of the monster clan.

Yang Qifeng stared coldly at the man who opened his mouth. Among the four mortal places, this one was one.

"The Demon Emperor is really cruel!" Seeing that Yang Qifeng had never spoken, this person suddenly knew what Yang Qifeng meant, and that he could become a quasi saint. How could he not be able to judge the situation? He knew what Yang Qifeng meant, and shouted in a stern tone:

"The Demon Sovereign wants us to die halfway, and it is really cruel."

"And you don't know who is going to die!"

"Why don't we join forces and have another fight!"

"The demon words confuse the crowd, be punished!" Yang Qifeng said, after all, he still needs some face, and he can't make them completely chilled. With a big hand, the power of Zhou Tianxing's great formation suddenly drops.

Senran's murderous intent burst out, like an arrow, silently, gathering the power of the stars, suddenly descending across the person to guard the treasure.

The blood turbulence is like a river of blood, and the second sword of Abi Yuantu, like two scarlet dragons, is hidden under the power of the stars, killing every inch of this person's vitality, and the two fierce swords are fierce.

With the power of Zhou Tian's star-fighting formation, a quasi-sage was directly beheaded by Fuxi as if he was cutting melons and vegetables.

"Dare to slander your Majesty, it's not a pity to die." Fu Xi was righteous and straightforward to preach, looking at the coming from heaven, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Sure enough, only by following the Demon Sovereign can you be able to mix well. This group of guys are more than successful.

The beast emperor couldn't support the wall by the mud, and he had been moved in vain before. Thanks to his patience at the time, it would definitely be a place to die.

Fortunately, Fu Xi did not show it.

The war continues.

Time passed bit by bit, and I don't know how long it has passed. With the outbreak of the war, the quasi-sage began to fall.

One, two, three.

In a blink of an eye, three quasi-sages had died, two of them were native natives and one from the heavens. Among them, the two quasi-sages of the natives had one who was beheaded by Fuxi.

The native natives also knew Yang Qifeng's mind, and no one spoke again, knowing how many more people need to die, and the rest will be safe.

So they have to persist and don't seek to kill the enemy, as long as they can live long, then it is victory.

After another period of time passed, three quasi-sages died consecutively, this time one was the native native and two came from the heavens.

A total of six quasi-sages died. Among the eighteen quasi-sages, five were left from the primitive natives, and seven were from the heavens.

But the battle still didn't stop. The natives of the primordial land were to save their lives and began to persist desperately, and those who came from the heavens were desperately trying to die, and they had to kill the natives of the land.

Therefore, the battle between the two sides was fierce. Even if there were many people on the side of the Celestial World, the native aboriginals were just defensive support, and occasionally began to counterattack. Therefore, as the attacker, the Celestial Man with less defense sacrificed more.

If it weren't for Fu Xi's move, then the native natives would now have some advantages.

But now the advantage is occupied by those from the heavens, and the fall of two quasi-saints, four of the native natives, and six from the heavens ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ each of them has fallen.

Eighteen quasi-sages, not a total of twenty quasi-sages, have now fallen to ten, with ten remaining.

"Do it, it's enough, kill them!" Yang Qifeng suddenly said.

At this moment, one of the quasi-sages who came from the heavens watched the demon emperor’s angry look fade, and sneered and preached: "You are fooled, demon emperor!"

Suddenly shouted loudly: "Dijiang?"

"Now half dead, enough!"

"If you don't do anything, you won't be able to win this battle."

"Without us, your witches cannot have an absolute advantage. It is impossible for you to win this battle."

"Only when we unite can we be able to kill the monster race and win this battle."

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