Volume 3, Chapter 130: Divine Soldiers Descend from the Sky.
In the past, tens of thousands of people ascended to heaven, but now only ten remain.
Three thousand emperors set sail into the sea, but how many of them are still alive?
There are thousands of people walking on the Star Road, but only dozens of them remain. After this battle, the descendants of Changhe are now exhausted and only a handful of them can survive.
But even so, they are still at the forefront at this moment.
Guan Qi was covered in blood, Jinghong broke his wings, Qingfeng broke his arm, and Ye Nian broke his sword.
Feng He's long hair was loose, and the hammer in his hand had lost its power.
Qiqi's face was pale and bloodless.
The thunder of Dongfang Qingzhu's shattered sword was looming.
Hua Zhilu's long hair is falling, and the peach blossoms are blood red.
There are also Ying Changle, Jianwushu, Xu Tian, Chongming... and so on, all of them are at the end of their strength.
The few younger members of the Ye family hugged each other and served as a barrier to each other.
Zhou Heisan's eyes moved in the air, the Nine-Generation Black Lotus glowed red, and the Frost Bone Dragon's wings were broken, no longer able to fly.
The Starry Sky Turtle was still fighting a bloody battle with the Nine-headed Lion King. There were always dozens of powerful immortals surrounding it, but it was ultimately unable to hold on alone.
After counting carefully, there were only more than twenty people, and the rest had died in battle.
As for the old gods of Changhe, 500,000 of them left the island, but only 10,000 of them followed the young general in black armor to fight.
At this point in the battle, the casualties exceeded 90%. The brutality of such a battle was almost beyond any offensive war.
But even so, they still showed no signs of retreat at this moment, and in front of them.
More than three-fifths of the Heavenly Guards were killed in the battle, and the remaining elite soldiers of the five tribes survived with less than tens of thousands.
They are guarding the last level of heaven, with the immortal throne behind them. They have no way to retreat and can only fight to the death.
Both sides are fighting to the death for their beliefs.
At this moment, fighting is an instinct for them. They have reached their limit, and the only thing supporting them is faith.
There is no right or wrong, only different beliefs and different pursuits.
They fight for the future, they fight for an invisible freedom.
"It's almost there, just a little bit. If I can fight back, I can fulfill the king's dream." A man from the Stepping Immortals Palace who had ascended to heaven with Ye Tingmu, looked at the ninth heaven above his head, swung the halberd in his hand, blood splattered, and he cut down one person.
The moment the blood mist emerged, it blocked his vision. Then, a sharp arrow fell from above and pierced his throat.
He quickly covered his neck with his hands, and another spear pierced his chest, and the Immortal's Dantian was instantly shattered.
The spear in his hand fell off at this moment. He looked up at the sky, his vision gradually blurred. He stretched out his hand to grab something and wanted to speak, but in the end all he got was gushing blood.
"King, I just... lack..."
With a bang, he fell down and could never stand up again.
In front of Guanqi, ten immortals attacked her indiscriminately. She used all her strength to kill nine of them, but there was still one sword coming from the air.
She had no way to avoid it and was powerless to resist. At this moment, she seemed to have seen the afterlife.
But at this moment, a figure appeared in front of him and blocked the fatal blow with his physical body.
Her pupils shrank, she bit her bright red lips tightly, tears welled up in her eyes, and she shook her head frantically.
"Master, no...don't."
The man turned around, his already weathered face was now covered with scars, blood had clotted his long hair, his expression was grim, but he was trying hard to force a smile, his eyes were full of tenderness.
I used up all my strength and said only a few words.
"Promise me that you will...live...on!"
Then he completely left this world, his life came to an end, and a generation of swift swordsman fell.
He once fell into the abyss and survived in the world, but was illuminated by a beam of light, and his life had a new pursuit. He once made a vow under the moon that he would protect his little apprentice at all costs in this life, and he fought for this for a full ten thousand years.
But later, he found that he was not as good as his little disciple after all, and his strength was not as good as her. He knew that he could not protect her, so at this time he told himself.
If one day there is no way out, he must die for her, before her.
Everyone in the long river knows that Yue Mingfeng has no desires and never likes women. In fact, what he wants to say is that he doesn't like men either.
All he cared about was watching the game of chess, and nothing more than watching the game of chess.
The voice of "Master Chef" on the palm of his hand resounded in his mind for a lifetime and still lingered until now. It was really nice to be cared for by others. Being cared for by those who cared about him was a blessing and a blessing from heaven for someone like him.
At least I died for her and have no regrets in this life. The only regret is that I can't let her go. That's all.
“No!!!”
Death did not stop just because everything was bad enough, on the contrary it came even more fiercely.
The 999 steps of the Ninth Heaven, the fight for each step is an exchange of life.
The Starry Sky Turtle bit down fiercely, and the Nine-headed Lion King was finally defeated by it. He lay on the ground, dying, and growling helplessly.
The moment he raised his head, there was murderous intent in his scarlet eyes.
Seeing Jinghong trapped in the encirclement, Xin'er's pale face was filled with anxiety. She quickly ordered the already exhausted Star Turtle to go to support...
But at this moment, when both sides are still fighting bloody battles.
In the ninth heaven, a fireball dragging flames fell from the sky at an extremely fast speed.
It smashed straight down onto the platform leading to the ninth heaven.
He fell heavily without any warning.
With a loud rumbling sound, the earth shook.
The stone steps crumbled inch by inch, the upside-down ceiling shook violently, and the turbulent air currents swept around like a fierce and murderous wind.
Push the fighting people to both sides.
The divine soldiers descended from the sky, stirring up thousands of waves of energy. At this moment, the people on both sides tacitly stopped fighting.
A pair of tired and indifferent eyes gathered at the place where the flame fell.
A gust of wind came from somewhere, and compared to the waves just now, the wind was just a faint breeze in spring.
But it was this gust of wind that blew away the billowing smoke and dust, revealing the true appearance inside.
A figure gradually emerged as they watched.
There was a head of long black hair dancing in the wind behind him, black armor, a torn cloak, sharp facial features, and a burly figure.
There is also a golden sword.
Along with all this came a suffocating chill that seemed to freeze everything at this moment.
Looking at the appearance of the person who came, everyone was stunned at this moment.
The man from Changhe looked at the familiar figure, rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and then confirmed.
The fire of hope was rekindled in their eyes, and their expressions became excited. Many people had tears in their eyes.
"It's the king, our king."
"Brother is back."
"Father!"
"elder brother."
"Husband."
"Sword Ancestor..."
“….”
They shouted his name excitedly. This moment was exciting for them. When he stood in front of them, everything was worth it.
His appearance also meant that everything was about to end, and it also told them that they would definitely win.
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