God Soldier Atlas

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"boom-"

Qi Tian squatted halfway, and made a sweeping posture of the Dinghaishen needle in his hand.

The land several feet in front of him was already blank.

All the saints retreated tens of feet, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.

So strong!

Qitian is so strong!

As a saint, no one can stop his attack!

How could there be such a strong person in this world?

Bai Daolong's arm trembled slightly, he just struck Qi Tian head-on, and the Sky Light Cloud Shadow Sword in his hand almost fell out.

To this day, his arms are still shaking.

If he fought alone, he might have died in Qi Tian's hands just now.

However, he is not alone.

No matter how strong Qi Tian is, he can't even think about making a comeback today!

The stronger he is, the more he will die!

Such a strong person, if they don't die, they will all have to sleep and eat in the future!

Bai Daolong glanced at Tian Xuandao and the others, and they all saw clearly the meaning in each other's eyes.

Having killed so many people, they and this Qi Tian have already forged a big enmity.

In this case, the only option is to kill the weeds.

Qi Tian must be killed!

Otherwise, no one can resist his revenge!

"kill him!"

Bai Daolong, Tian Xuandao and others dispersed instantly, surrounding Qi Tian.

As for the remaining ancestral human races, only ten or eight sacred ones are needed to deal with them.

Now their archenemy is Qi Tian!

As long as Qi Tian dies, the overall situation will be settled!

At least twenty saints surrounded Qi Tian and launched the craziest attack on Qi Tian.

Qi Tian was expressionless, as if those who besieged him were not holy, but a group of clowns.

"Boom—"

Countless attacks that could destroy the world fell on him, and in an instant, his body was shattered to pieces.

But the next moment, the light on his body flickered, and his damaged body was repaired again.

All the saints shrunk their holes, horrified in their hearts.

As saints, each of them has incredible supernatural powers.

Recovering from injury, they can do that too.

But that refers to injuries in general.

Just now, Qi Tian's body was already crippled by the beating. If it were another saint, he would have already died completely. How could he recover?

"Detachment! He's already detachment!"

I don't know which saint yelled.

Immediately, panic appeared on all the holy faces.

Detachment has always been a sacred pursuit.

But for so many years, apart from the World Honored One, no one else has done it.

Could it be that Qi Tian is detached?

"Don't scare yourself!"

Bai Daolong shouted, "If he really transcended, he would have killed us already.

Although he has some detached features now, he is definitely not a real detached person!

He can be killed! "

"His strength is definitely not that of a detached person! If we fight together, we will definitely be able to kill him!"

Tian Xuandao agreed.

"kill!"

The saints also came to their senses. If Qi Tian really had the strength of the World Honored One, then they would have been completely defeated long ago.

Although Qi Tian is strong, he is still far behind the World Honored One.

At least they could still hurt him!

Qi Tian coughed up a mouthful of blood, his gaze was extremely sharp, he held the Dinghaishen Needle, and dashed left and right.

Although still persisting, it has been unable to kill the Quartet.

Facing so many saints, it is not easy for him to persist until now.

Although his clay sculptured body could not die, it also required strength to recover.

Once the power is completely exhausted, he will really turn into a pile of yellow sand, and it will not be possible to condense his body again until the power is restored.

He, too, has reached his limit.

But he can't fall, if he falls, the ancestral human race behind will be completely defeated.

He is already a human race in the ancestral land, and the only one who can still fight is holy.

All the rest of the saints have almost all died in battle.

The few remaining members of Zhang Guoqing have almost lost their fighting power, leaning against the wall of Tongguan City, watching the enemy getting closer and weaker.

"Before I fall, at least three of you must be buried with me."

Qi Tian said coldly.

A cold killing intent exuded from him.

"Come!"

Taking a step forward, the Dinghai Shenzhen Needle in Qi Tian's hand instantly became as big as the sky and the ground, and with his last strength, he swung it forward.

"Boom—"

Bai Daolong, Tian Xuandao and others retreated one after another.

There were three holy ones, who couldn't dodge in time, and were hit by the Dinghaishen needle.

They roared and exploded with all their strength, trying to resist.

But the power attached to the Dinghai Shenzhen Needle was beyond their imagination, and they were almost powerless to fight back. They were already crushed by that power.

And Qi Tian's figure also froze on the spot.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, his body slowly petrified, then turned into yellow sand, and dissipated into the air when the strong wind blew.

Di Shitian frowned, even Qi Tian died in battle?

The ancestral human race is completely hopeless.

He looked back at Tongguan City, where there were hundreds of thousands of ordinary people with low cultivation.

They were all screaming and wanting to get out of town and fight.

If he hadn't blocked the city gate, these people would probably have gone out to die.

Di Shitian sighed, and he turned his head to look outside the city.

Outside the city, Bai Daolong, Tian Xuandao and others were panting heavily.

Unexpectedly, under such a huge disparity in strength, Qi Tian still killed three saints.

But, fortunately, he was finally solved!

Once he died, the human race in the ancestral land would be completely finished.

They looked up in the direction of Tongguan City.

Do not!

There is one more person!

Their eyes fell on Di Shitian.

Di Shitian made a move just now, and his strength is very strong, perhaps not under Qi Tian.

but-

The eyes of the saints swept across the battlefield.

On the battlefield, there were corpses of human warriors from the ancestral land everywhere.

The few remaining saints have all lost their combat power. They are leaning against the root of the Tongguan city wall to die at this moment, and they are no longer a concern.

What kind of storm can the remaining strong man on the top of the city cause?

"Open the city gate, kneel down and surrender."

Bai Daolong stepped forward and shouted loudly, "For the sake of your strength, I can make the decision and give you a way out.

As long as you surrender to us and draw a clear line with the human race in the ancestral land, you can live.

Struggle in the corner, waiting for you, only a dead end! "

Di Shitian stood up straight slowly, looked at Bai Daolong, and said in an indifferent voice without the slightest fluctuation, "Bai Daolong, do you want me to bow my head to you?"

Di Shitian was once a sacred emperor, and Bai Daolong and other saints were all his subordinates.

In fact, as long as he takes off his mask now, he is still the Holy Emperor.

A detached person, never deprived of his identity.

But for some reason, Di Shitian didn't want to take off his mask.

Today and in the future, he doesn't want to be the holy emperor anymore, he just wants to be, Di Shitian!

"I'm giving you a chance.

This is also your last chance.

Kneel down and live.

To stand, must die. "

Bai Daolong said coldly.

Beside him, there are twenty or thirty saints lined up.

With such strength, no matter how strong the opponent is, so what?

Stronger than Qi Tian, ​​under so many holy sieges, wouldn't he also die without a place to die?

"Ha ha-"

Di Shitian suddenly laughed, "You are the first person who dares to make me kneel, Bai Daolong.

I just don't know, if I kneel down, can you bear it! "

"I can't stand it?"

Bai Daolong said coldly, "What status do you have that I can't bear?"

"Without further ado."

Di Shitian said coldly, "I just said that outside Tongguan, I don't care how you beat me.

But in Tongguan city, no.

If I am here, no one can step into Tongguan City. "

He stood on the top of the city, and a powerful aura was born.

At the base of the city wall, Zhang Guoqing, Yu Yuanhai and other surviving saints were secretly startled, this person's aura was so strong.

"Zhang Guoqing, is this one of yours? Why doesn't he want to leave the city?

If he had just shot, we might not have lost so badly. "

Yu Yuanhai coughed up a mouthful of blood, and spoke.

These Marshals of Tiantian decided temporarily to join the human race.

I thought that the bloodiness shown by the human race in the ancestral land would be able to resist the opponent.

Unfortunately, the ideal is never the reality.

The difference in strength between the two sides is too great, and it is reasonable for the human race in the ancestral land to lose.

Yu Yuanhai was far from regretful.

He just felt a little regretful.

I hope the bet admits defeat, he is also a person who can afford to let go, if he is on the wrong team, he will die.

"I have no idea."

Zhang Guoqing shook his head, he didn't know much about Di Shitian either.

But it doesn't matter, even if there is one more Di Shitian, it will not change the situation.

Now he only hopes that Zhou Shu will not be impulsive, and if he notices what's going on here, he'd better get away in time.

With his strength, as long as he is willing to lie dormant, one day he can avenge his comrades who died in battle today.

Afraid to be afraid, he was impulsive and chose to fight these saints.

In that case, it is really dangerous.

No matter how strong Zhou Shu is, how can he defeat dozens of saints with one enemy and one hundred?

"Papa papa—"

Seeing that Bai Daolong and others were about to launch an attack on Tongguan City, even Di Shitian was ready to attack.

Suddenly, applause sounded from the side.

I saw a group of people flying over from a distance.

The one who applauded was the leader, Fan Shichang!

Fan Shichang, with more than 20 Marshals of Zhentian, finally arrived belatedly.

He also deliberately chose such an opportunity.

He wanted to weaken Zhou Shu's power, but he didn't want the human race in the ancestral land to die cleanly.

Now is the best opportunity.

Zhou Shu's subordinates are almost dead, but there are countless weak ancestral human races in the city. Those, which Zhou Shu can't let go of, can be used to contain him.

"It's so brutal, you actually killed so many people."

Fan Shichang shook his head and said to Bai Daolong and the others.

The holy eyes of Bai Daolong and the others narrowed slightly, killing intent flashed in the child's hole.

"Marshal Zhentian?!"

They said in cold voices.

Seeing that the human race in the ancestral land was about to be wiped out, these field mice appeared again!

They looked at Fan Shichang, these marshals who suppressed the sky, their numbers were similar to theirs, and their strengths were all divine.

If it is normal, they are not afraid.

But now, they have just gone through a fight, and the opponent is recharging their energy. If they really do fight, they will not have the advantage.

"This seat, Fan Shichang, if you are sensible, get out of here!"

Fan Shichang snorted coldly and said.

"Hmph, I don't care if you, Fan Shichang, are still idiots. It's not your turn to take care of what I'm waiting for. If you don't want to court death, just leave it to me!"

Bai Daolong and the others were also very angry, and said coldly.

"Dare to scold me? Are you looking for death?"

Fan Shichang said coldly, "You think you can speak nonsense in front of me because you have the backing of a detached person?

Don't give you some color, look, you don't know who I am! "

He took a step forward, and a powerful aura shot up into the sky.

The Qisha knife was unsheathed, and a shocking light of the knife slashed towards Bai Daolong.

"boom-"

The Skylight Cloud Shadow Sword in Bai Daolong's hand cut out.

The light of the knife and the light of the sword collided with each other, making a loud noise.

Fan Shichang remained motionless, while Bai Daolong took a step back.

He was shocked and stared at Fan Shichang warily.

Damn it, Marshal Zhentian, what do you want to do by jumping out suddenly!

"Fan Shichang, are you sure you want to fight us?

Marshal Yang Zhitian agrees to do this? "

Bai Daolong shouted loudly.

Fan Shichang narrowed his eyes, and a murderous intent flashed in the boy's hole.

Now, he has already left Yang Zhitian.

What he hates the most is when others mention Yang Zhitian in front of his face.

Marshal Zhentian is Fan Shichang's Marshal Zhentian, not Yang Zhitian's Marshal Zhentian!

"you wanna die!"

Fan Shichang took another step forward, and the Seven Killing Knife transformed into a sky-filled knife light, attacking and killing Bai Daolong.

"Shoot!"

Bai Daolong shouted loudly, and all the saints around him shot at the same time.

"More than people?"

Fan Shichang sneered, and with a wave of his hand, Marshal Zhentian behind him all rushed out.

For a while, the two sides actually fought.

Seeing this scene, Di Shitian was also surprised.

He was ready to fight to the death just now.

Speaking of which, even if he was once a holy emperor, it is impossible to defeat so many saints at the same time.

He can easily defeat any one of Bai Daolong and others, but for twenty or thirty, he really doesn't have that strength.

He didn't even know where he got this impulse, obviously, he should stand with Bai Daolong and others.

But he has been a holy emperor all his life, and now he wants to be Indra.

The successive deaths of the human race in the ancestral land touched him far more than what he had experienced in his life.

He just wants to do something regardless of the consequences.

As a result, the appearance of Fan Shichang and others interrupted his impulse.

"Brother, are they our reinforcements?"

Zhang Guoqing unexpectedly survived, looked at Fan Shichang and others, and asked Yu Yuanhai and others in surprise.

"Do you think so?"

Yu Yuanhai smiled wryly, "We have left Marshal Zhentian and joined you.

Looking back, Fan Shichang will not spare us.

They came with ill intentions.

Fan Shichang wanted to incorporate the ancestral human race.

The ancestral human race, the only one who is useful to him is City Lord Zhou. You are all unstable factors. You should know what will happen to him. "

In a few words, Yu Yuanhai revealed Fan Shichang's plan.

Zhang Guoqing had been conspiring all his life, without Yu Yuanhai needing to say more, he could see through Fan Shichang's superficial, even vulgar scheme.

Yes, the divine strength is too strong to be enslaved, and it must be killed.

Leaving some ordinary ancestral human races, the city lord can be restrained.

This Fan Shichang really made a good idea!

The problem is, although I can see through his plan, what can I do?

The ancestral human race has really been maimed.

There are only a few saints like myself left, no matter Fan Shichang or Bai Daolong, they can easily destroy us.

Zhang Guoqing smiled wryly.

"Boom—"

Bai Daolong, Tian Xuandao and others retreated sacredly.

Fan Shichang and other Marshal Zhentian also accepted as soon as they were good.

They were originally here to pick peaches, not to avenge the ancestral human race.

Naturally, it is impossible to fight desperately with the other party.

Just beat them back.

"How? Now you know who this seat is?"

Fan Shichang looked at Bai Daolong and said coldly.

On Bai Daolong's arm, there was a deep scar with bone visible, and blood flowed continuously.

It was left by Fan Shichang's Seven Killing Knife.

After fighting for several moves, Bai Daolong was already injured, and Fan Shichang was indeed much stronger than him.

"Get out of here before I change my mind."

Fan Shichang said coldly, "Otherwise, I don't mind leaving all of you trash here!"

"Who do you call trash?"

Bai Daolong said coldly.

"You really want me to name you?"

Fan Shichang said disdainfully, "To say you are trash is to flatter you!

A group of saints, finally beaten up like this, what is it if it is not waste? "

Dozens of saints, the number of saints alone is more than double that of the opponent.

As a result, so many saints were killed by the opponent, the key is that there are still several alive.

Let him, Fan Shichang, have to do it himself, calling them trash is light!

"Do you really think that Marshal Zhentian is stronger than us?"

Bai Daolong was furious, he stared at Fan Shichang, and said coldly, "If we really fight, who will win, it's not certain!"

Although they consume a lot, Marshal Zhentian's strength is not much stronger than them.

In a real fight, at most, both sides will suffer, and they may not necessarily lose!

"Hmph, don't be shameless.

If you make me anxious, you will all die here! "

Fan Shichang was full of murderous intent. "If the Holy Emperor is here, he is still qualified to say a few words to this seat, you are still far away!

Get lost, or I'll kill you alone! "

The Seven Killing Knife in his hand~www.readwn.com~ cut out a ray of light, fell on the ground, and cut out a gully hundreds of feet long.

"If I didn't consume too much today, do you think you can win me?"

Bai Daolong said with a gloomy face, "Just wait for me, I will come back.

When I come back, you will only have a dead end! "

He didn't want to fight Fan Shichang desperately, anyway, the human race in the ancestral land was almost killed, and he would wait for them to fully recover, and then come back again.

As for whether it would be embarrassing to retreat now—

Anyway, these town marshals will die sooner or later, what's there to be ashamed of?

The one who laughs last is the one who laughs the best!

The fist must be retracted in order to be punched stronger.

Bai Daolong is about to take his people back temporarily.

At this moment, suddenly, the sky darkened instantly, and there was a thunderbolt.

"You, none of you can leave!"