Gao Wu Arrives

People became more and more desperate. How long had it been before Jiang Yuanshang and a group of practitioners who hadn't been in the God of War were out of the game, and Lin Feng fisted them all and took a hit.

What will happen next is unimaginable!

"Can we still return to the Taiyi realm alive?" Someone trembled, and at this point, they finally became terrified as never before.

They vaguely feel that they should not be able to go back, and will be buried in Blue Star today and die in his world!

Many people have regrets in their eyes.

If, they didn’t come here, if, they weren’t greedy earlier, if...

However, there is no if in reality.

In the atmosphere of fear and despair, the little Zilong pumped his hands again, silently, and the two fell again and could no longer stand up.

"Bastard!" An angry flame appeared in Zhao Weixin's eyes.

A flash of his feet was about to stop him, but at this time, Fang Jing moved his body and blocked him in front of him. With a grip of his palm, the thunder became a knife, and his head was slashed!

Zhao Weixin was helpless, he didn't dare to be careless. Even if he was dead now, this was a serious God of War Realm, which was reproduced by Lin Feng through strange spells, but his combat power should not be underestimated.

Especially, he himself didn't really enter the God of War Realm, so if he didn't take it seriously, he would really die.

The two sides collided again and again in the void, and the movement was very loud. The bright electric light and the shining purple qi burst from time to time, piercing the sky and the earth, lighting up the darkness.

In this process, Zhao Weixin was tortured in his heart and body.

Because he heard a short scream in his ears, each scream represented a person's death.

Although in the past, his relationship with these other youths who also came from the Taiyi realm may not have been so good, everyone came from the same realm after all.

Just such a tragic death made Zhao Weixin a little bit sad.

But there was nothing he could do about it, nothing could be changed, and even as time passed, he gradually fell below. This Fang Jing's strength did weaken, but the opponent was not afraid of death, and he was desperate to move.

Zhao Weixin twice seized the opportunity to burst the opponent's figure.

However, when the thunder flashed and the lightning gathered, the opponent would resume their original appearance in the next moment, and their strength remained undiminished.

This is so desperate!

After working hard to get rid of the other party, joy has just born in my heart, but the next moment the other party will stand in front of you again intact.

No one can accept such a result.

But what is even more sad and desperate is that Zhao Weixin guessed in his heart that the other party would not really die. Even if he beat the other party thousands of times, as long as Lin Feng did not die, the other party would still be able to recover in an instant.

But can he beat the opponent a million times?

The answer is obviously no.

Because he is a living person, even if he has knocked several pills at this time to continuously restore his energy and spirit in the battle, however, he will eventually get tired, and eventually the speed of recovery will not keep up with the speed of consumption.

It took less than a minute.

In the darkness, no one made any short screams. Except for the five warlords and the five Gods of War, the remaining sixty people and the mounts that connected them all died, and no one was left.

Zhao Weixin felt great sadness.

But soon, he had to restrain this emotion, his whole body was cold, and fear flashed in his eyes, because the little purple dragon appeared again and appeared not far away, staring at him coldly and quietly, with purple eyes the size of mung beans. Indifferent, as if looking at a dead person.

But Zhao Weixin has nothing to do.

He was still fighting Fang Jing, and the opponent was pestering him fiercely. Although he lacked his wisdom, his methods were not as rich as he had in his lifetime, but he was not afraid of death, attacked violently, and was extremely brave.