Doomsday Rise

Fist collided with fist, thunder and lightning and incandescent light erupted, and the power of the sea was transmitted along the fist, Liu Wei'an sank, and the entire hillside fell.

When the shock wave overflowed, Liu Wei'an changed from lying down to standing, with his back slightly arched, and the shock wave came to his body, as if a mud cow had entered the sea, without splashing any waves. Huang Yueyue's skirt behind him was as usual and was not affected in the slightest.

Liu Wei'an stared at the light and shadow in mid-air with his gaze. It was actually a person, exuding incandescent light, full of holiness and purity, but full of terrifying destructive power.

The light was so dazzling that his demon eyes could only see a vague shadow, which was an old man with gray hair and a thin figure.

The old man seemed to appear above his head out of thin air, and a ray of light fell like a galaxy pouring down. Liu Wei'an took a deep breath, his dantian surged, and the terrifying breath flowed through the meridians all over his body.

The fist lit up with a silver light, surrounded by lightning. Boom—the whole space resounded with thunder, the fist pierced through the white light, and when it was about to hit the old man, a sharp breath appeared, it was a sword, a black sword, under the holy white light, there was a black evil sword hidden.

"Suppressing the soul!" Liu Wei'an sensed the terrifying aura of the Evil Sword, and immediately felt something was wrong. The runes in his left hand flashed, and the soul-suppressing power swept across the world immediately, but it was too late.

The point of the sword pierced the fist, and it split at the touch. Liu Wei'an trembled all over, as if struck by lightning, Huang Yueyue behind him could clearly see that a drop of blood fell from Liu Weian's fist, smashing the ground into a bottomless hole, this drop of blood was incredibly heavy.

"Dark Emperor's Scripture!"

"Red Sun Palm!"

"Ask the heart finger!"

"Great Judgment Fist!" Liu Weian was furious, and when darkness enveloped the hillside, a gentle force pushed Huang Yueyue away from the hillside. This enemy was too powerful, and Liu Weian had no time to take care of Huang Yueyue, so he could only send her far away.

Huang Yueyue didn't struggle, and let her strength lead her to a safe place, watching the darkness covering the entire hillside tremble violently, as if a prehistoric beast was struggling, with worried eyes.

After entering the Mayan Empire, Liu Wei'an did not dare to let her be by his side for the first time in the battle.

One after another white rays of light pierced the darkness and rushed out, but each time they disappeared in a flash and could not last long. As the white rays of light became denser and denser, Huang Yueyue's heart also rose.

at this time,

The members of the church rushed out of the trap area and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the members of the Ping'an Army. Li Huishui, Da Xiang, Head Master Yang, Lu Laocan, Northwest Lame Wolf, Beast Burst Bear, Ice and Snow Goddess, Tong Chongguang... Judging from the number of people, the Ping'an Army has more people, but from the perspective of top experts, there are more people on the Church's side.

The people from the church are all elites. Most of the Ping An Army is the City Guard of the Moon Ancient City. It is okay to deal with ordinary zombies. It is not enough to deal with the clergy of the church, but it is still possible to delay the time.

The church was bombed and sniped, one-third of them died, and several hidden masters and a temple knight were also killed. Almost everyone else was injured, and the combat effectiveness was affected.

The morale of the Ping'an army was high. The elephant immediately picked up the temple knight, and chose the most outrageous head-to-head. The flesh and blood faced the cavalry, and he won the fight. The temple knight was forcefully forced back more than ten meters. This scene greatly affected the morale of the church. Looking at the elephant, it was full of fear.

The dazzling blade pierced the sky and disappeared in a flash. The two black-robed monks were still wondering whether their eyes were dazzled, because Li Huishui's sword was still in the scabbard and had not been drawn out. Suddenly, they felt that their consciousness was slackening. When fear emerged in their hearts, their consciousness fell into endless darkness. The white-robed monks beside them could see clearly.

Crack——crack—the sound of bones cracking made teeth sour, the blue-robed monk turned his head to look, and his eyes burst into flames. The two white-robed monks were trembling all over, and their weapons were thrown on the ground. Maintain the action of teasing the bloody black boy.

Tong Chongguang's strength is mediocre, and he is still in the silver realm. He is unremarkable in the Ping An Army full of talents, but the blood-stained black boy he raised is extremely domineering. There was a blood-stained black boy before, and now there is another one. He can walk sideways among the zombies.

Pfft—a white-robed monk wanted to sneak attack Master Yang, but when he was about to succeed, his head exploded like a broken watermelon. With a bang, the body flew more than three meters away and fell to the ground.

The white-robed monk forgot one thing. This battlefield is different from that of zombies. On this battlefield, the enemy has long-range support.

In the melee between the two sides, the frequency of snipers shooting has decreased, but the accuracy has increased. They either did not shoot, or they were fully confident. Basically, a clergyman died or was injured when the gun fired.

Originally, because of the injury, he lost some of his combat power, his attention was distracted, and some of his combat power was consumed. Less than 70% of his strength was exerted.

Hum—the sound of a dull collision came, and the chariots driving hundreds of meters away turned their heads. On the hillside, the darkness was shattered, and a white light rushed out, flying obliquely into the sky.

Snapped! The old man fell to the edge of the battlefield and could not move again. On the battlefield, the priests of the church were all cold.

On the hillside, no, it shouldn't be called the hillside now, the hillside has been flattened, Liu Wei'an has no expression on his face, and the smear of blood at the corner of his mouth shows the danger of this battle.

It took half a cup of tea before he exhaled a long breath and his expression returned to normal. At this time, the battle was coming to an end, the ground was full of church members' corpses, and there were only 6 clergymen still fighting.