How come this main god space is filled with stitching monsters!

"Puff!"

Li Xiaoyi's body was knocked back heavily, and a mouthful of old blood fell heavily to the ground. If this was a small plane, the blood he spit out alone would cause big problems for the civilization of the small plane.

In front of him were three high saints, more than a dozen primary saints, and a 1 million-strong army of all races!

And on this battlefield, the Central Continent team had only him, plus a super victory team from TPC.

Although he was a Titan saint who achieved enlightenment with the great universe, the primary saint was able to fight against the high saints, and he could fight better than ordinary high saints, and all his attacks could penetrate the holy path. Fighting against the primary saints one-on-one was a complete slaughter. But the premise was to fight against the primary saints one-on-one, not one against three plus a bunch of pendants.

'Self-destruction? '

No!

Self-destruction could not solve the problem. He was happy to self-destruct, but at most he would kill all the ordinary all races and take away the primary saints. As for whether any of the three high saints could survive, it was hard to say.

But as long as there is a high saint who is still alive, this place cannot be defended!

The gap between saints and ordinary people is not something that can be described by a chasm. No matter how many peak spirit positions are added together, they cannot withstand the casual attack of the beginner saint.

We must continue to fight!

In the sky, Li Xiaoyi fought three high-level saints and more than ten primary saints by himself.

On the ground, a large number of myriad races kept charging towards the walls of the human city.

The good news is that these myriad races cannot all be spirit positions, but the bad news is that there are indeed quite a few spirit positions.

On the ten thousand meter high wall, Lu Ze, wearing special armor, roared: "Fire!!!"

The power of the magic cannon is quite powerful. At least hundreds of thousands of myriad races turned into ashes with one shot, but there are still a large number of spirit positions that avoided the fire of the magic cannon and rushed to the top of the wall.

After Li Xiaoyi swept the battlefield with his divine thoughts, he immediately made a judgment.

This Xuanwu battlefield, relying on him alone, or relying on the TPC Super Victory Team alone, is absolutely impossible to defend!

"Ahem, ahem, ancestor, you are not reliable. How come I can't get in touch with you at the critical moment?"

——At this time, Li Xiaoyi didn't know that Mr. Luo in hell was looking for him like crazy, and even asked those innate demon gods for help.

"Rong, I can't find a descendant!"

Rong: "No, what does it have to do with me! If you want to find someone, use the reincarnation disk! Let me make it clear first, I will never go to the prehistoric heaven to rob the execution ground with you. If you want to go, take Minghe with you!"

Minghe, who was autistic while holding the innate spiritual treasure: "."

Apart from the chaos in hell at this time, the gap between the two sides on the Xuanwu battlefield is really too big.

There are advantages in quantity and quality!

But the advantages are all for the Ten Thousand Races!

And this situation is the norm in the entire human city battlefield. On the contrary, Zheng Zha is the minority who chases 18 innates alone.

A huge explosion burst out on Li Xiaoyi. The Titan battle body, which was once as huge as a galaxy, was now only one in a hundred. It was shot down from the sky by a group of high saints from all races and fell into the dust.

In the ruins, a huge palm supported the broken body, and the remaining soul burned a layer of dazzling flames. The power unique to the Titans turned into a character that resounded between heaven and earth.

"Fight!"

After being shot down by three high saints and less than ten primary saints for the hundredth time, Li Xiaoyi dragged his broken body to launch the hundred and first attack. He had used all the means he could use, from the power of the universe to the light of the soul, from the Titan battle body to the blasting of limbs, but the strength of the two sides was fundamentally different, and Li Xiaoyi alone could not win.

'This Titan is really crazy, he even started to burn his soul! '

'Aren't all Titans like this? Fighting heaven and earth, under the leadership of the Titan Ancestor, no one in the entire multiverse dared to provoke him. ’

‘It’s different. The Titan Ancestor is the Lord of War of the Way of Conspiracy. This Titan is a complete fool. ’

‘Damn it, a Titan, who is obviously from our Ten Thousand Races camp, actually helps humans! ’

‘The Titans are not all like this. During the Great War, the Titan Ancestor could have sat on the Diaoyutai, but he first fought with the Logic Clan until they were almost exterminated, then overwhelmed the Styx and suppressed the Styx Patriarch into hell, and sealed the Four Innate Symbols with his own strength. In the end, he also fell asleep, allowing the two children of Dongtian to pick up the last advantage. Tsk tsk tsk, he is still the Lord of Conspiracy? Ridiculous. ’

Li Xiaoyi’s Titan battle body, which was as big as a galaxy, has only less than one percent of its volume left. The way the Titans become saints is somewhat different from other races. The original Titans are all outer planes enlightened by Luo Yi’s war origin, so the Titans’ sanctification is essentially equivalent to the promotion of an entire plane.

Therefore, the strength of the original plane is closely linked to the strength of the original Titan.

Li Xiaoyi does not have a small plane in his body, but when Li Xiaoyi became a saint, he became a saint based on a large universe.

Although the large universe is not in Li Xiaoyi's body, Li Xiaoyi's size is inherently higher than that of saints of the same level. Even if he only relies on his size to fight, he can be regarded as invincible at the same level.

This is also an important reason why Li Xiaoyi can persist for so long, but no matter how large the size is, unless it can form a qualitative change and form a gap of fault level, it will only end up being exhausted to death by three high saints and a group of primary saints, even if Li Xiaoyi killed several primary saints during this period.

"Madman."

Several junior saints of the Ten Thousand Races were already a little afraid to move forward. Senior saints might only be severely injured in the face of the counterattack of this crazy Titan, but if they were replaced, they would definitely be dead! Senior saints can still use the power of authority to hedge against the attack of the Titan, but they don’t have authority, and the Titan’s punches are all real injuries!

Anyway, the senior saints are not at risk of falling, so why don’t they go up and we go up to die.

The three senior saints didn’t want to rush. Although the three of them didn’t die, they were also covered with scars. These injuries will not heal for tens of millions of years. This is the most fucked up thing about fighting with the Titans. They have the origin of war, and every punch and kick can penetrate the holy way, and all the hits are real injuries! If you want to resist, you either rely on the thickness of the blood bar to resist, or have an equally noble real injury shield.

They are senior saints, so let the junior saints do things like charging into battle.

Therefore, the senior saints and the junior saints reached a consensus: whoever loves it can go, I won't! Anyway, this Titan and the humans below can't hold out for long, and they can win by delaying for a few hours.

If you want to break through the Xuanwu battlefield, or if the Ten Thousand Races want to break through the defense line of the human city, you must kill all the humans on the battlefield and rush into the Great Wall defense line.

Li Xiaoyi is already at the end of his strength, and there are not many humans left on the Great Wall. What's wrong with delaying for a while?

TMD, forced participation in the war, there is no benefit except for the regularization, and the regularization quota has to queue up. Damn, less than 800 yuan a month, what's the point of playing with life!

Li Xiaoyi's body has completely dissipated, and all turned into the source of power for fighting. What is fighting now is Li Xiaoyi's soul, which is also the last power of this body.

Li Xiaoyi is different from ordinary saints. His holy way is placed in the main god space, and the soul of the saint has long been integrated into the holy way. Li Xiaoyi is now burning his own holy way!

At this time, Li Xiaoyi's Titan battle body was somewhat illusory, like a soul body.

"Even if you knock me down a hundred times, I will stand up for the hundred and first time!"

Li Xiaoyi straightened his spine. At this time, he only had his soul left. The body of the Titan battle body, which was as big as a galaxy, had been consumed in more than ten hours of fierce fighting. Li Xiaoyi's soul was covered with a layer of light, which was his soul light

Thousand faces, soul light · Thousand faces.

As the light of the thousand faces bloomed, the song echoed on the battlefield.

After Li Xiaoyi had the strength of the initial saint, he actually no longer regarded the thousand faces as his main means of combat. This is the norm. Not everyone has the soul light of [Wuji], which looks ordinary at first glance, but is actually extremely heaven-defying. In the realm of saints, the light of the soul is actually of no great use. Everyone is fighting against the holy way, the power is hedging, the origin is confronting, and the Daluo Jinxing locks blood. The light of the soul is more about preparing for the subsequent return to the origin

'Speaking of which, how many times have I changed? Oh, the thousandth time.’

The three high saints were also communicating in the private channel: “It seems that the strength of this battlefield is also average.”

“Didn’t that person say that the strength of both sides should not be much different? You mean not much? Although this beginner saint’s fighting skills are definitely the strongest in the beginner saint field, he can only fight one of us without losing. How can he fight with the three of us plus more than ten beginner saints?”

“He is indeed not weak. In this case, he can actually kill several beginner saints by force, but this is also backward.”

“What trump card does he have?”

“In my opinion, maybe it’s in the city wall.”

“City wall? How is it possible? They are just a group of mortals relying on special armor. If it weren’t for the layer of armor on their bodies, they would be a group of mortals. Even if they have armor, you and I, as holy gods, can kill them with just one palm.”

Looking at the wall of the human city, Li Xiaoyi was knocked down. The battle situation in TPC is undoubtedly more tragic.

The magic cannon has been silenced. This terrifying cannon almost wiped out all the races below the fourth level in the previous battle.

But there are still a large number of demigods and spirits who rushed to the walls of the human city and started a terrifying melee and tug-of-war with the elite warriors of TPC.

The singing echoed on the battlefield, and the war song overlapped with the roar of the TPC volunteer soldiers who fought hard, turning into a hymn!

The demigods and spirits of the races are indeed very powerful, but that is also compared with the demigods and spirits of human history. The soldiers of the TPC action team wore special armor provided by a certain evil four-eyed, and formed a battle formation to barely resist the swarming spirit army.

And as time went on, the battle line was pushed into the human city little by little.

Bang!

Lu Ze used the super electromagnetic rotary machine gun in his hand as a weapon and smashed it heavily at a demigod of the Ten Thousand Races. The super electromagnetic rotary machine gun naturally cannot be used as a close combat weapon. Although the barrel is also three meters long, it is not heavy. It is even worse to use it as a close combat weapon than bare hands. But it has no bullets, and it is not infinite bullets.

Lu Ze's power armor has two energy sources, one is the micro-polymer reactor, and the other is.

"Captain, I have no energy--"

A TPC team member who barely touched the threshold of the spirit position was the first to experience energy loss. The power of the micro-polymer reactor was not enough for them to tie the spirit position with the legendary mecha. They must be matched with the second energy, but the second energy is not enough.

The energy-deficient TPC player looked at the giant dragon that rushed towards him, coldly looking at the dragon's bloody mouth, and the dragon's breath gathering in its mouth. With a kick of his legs, he injected the energy source that had just recovered into the accelerator and rushed directly into the dragon's breath.

boom! ! !

The battle casualties began from the moment the Ten Thousand Races rushed to the city wall. Lu Ze was the strongest one in this team, and even one of the strongest people in TPC. But no matter how strong Lu Ze was, with the special armor, he could only barely fight five spirits. Facing the overwhelming Ten Thousand Races, he was still beaten back.

"Damn it, beast, I'm going to fight you!"

The team members kept dying, and Lu Ze remained calm rationally, but his eyes had already turned red. If he hadn't been worried about affecting his combat vision and deliberately controlled it, Lu Ze's eyes would have been filled with blood and tears.

"Brother Ze, my armor is running out of energy!"

After Dehua barely blocked the attack of a centaur spirit with a layer of energy shield, he shouted in the public channel: "Brother Ze, let's be brothers in the next life. Tell my nephews and nieces that their uncle Dehua is a great hero! Beast, your grandfather Dehua is here! Backup hidden energy, start!"

The super-heavy armor, which is obviously one model larger than the others, activated the last hidden energy. Lu Ze knew what this meant. It meant that the second model of energy would become the dominant energy for the battle, which meant that Dehua's armor would burst out fifteen times the power of the original armor in a short period of time, whether it was strength, speed, or defense.

But this also meant that Dehua's life was coming to an end.

Lu Ze fought until he was the only one left on the city wall.

In the sea of ​​blood and corpses, Lu Ze looked at the few people of the Ten Thousand Races and slowly supported his body.

"TPC - Captain of the Super Victory Team - Lu Ze is here!"

"Today, you will never cross the Great Wall!"

Lu Ze held a long sword in his hand, the blade pointed directly at the Ten Thousand Races!

The light of the souls of the martyrs who sacrificed gathered beside Lu Ze. Although Lu Ze was the only one left, in a trance, the Ten Thousand Races heard one battle cry after another.

"TPC Super Victory Team Vice Captain Dehua is here!"

"TPC Super Victory Team member Feiyu is here!"

"TPC Super Victory Team members are here!"

The battle cry sounded like a landslide, a tsunami, a group of stars, and a blazing sun!

Li Xiaoyi, who was the only one left in the Holy Dao Aggregate, laughed and shouted loudly: "Zhongzhou team member, Li Xiaoyi is here!"

"The Human City is here!"

"Humanity, here!"