Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

On the huge square of the heaven.

Standing sergeants ready to go.

The elite in heaven.

At this moment, no one can escape and be alone.

Xia Yan didn't choose to shrink from the corner, but with the thought of being at peace with that little wealth and being alone.

Because that is impossible.

This is a disaster that will affect the entire universe.

Nowadays, there are warnings coming from various places that unknown invaders are slaughtering sentient beings.

Xia Yan didn't say anything exciting.

Because he can see their determination in everyone's eyes.

At this moment, those words seemed hypocritical and vulgar.

He just faintly said: "For half a year, I want to restore peace to this outside world in half a year."

On the square, tens of millions of heaven soldiers heard this.

All raised his chest.

Half a year!

Who in this world is qualified to say such a thing?

Who would dare to say such a thing?

nobody!

Except Xia Yan!

What a pride!

"God, long live!"

"Hurray! Hurray!"

Thousands of soldiers and generals shouted together, and the halberd in his hand can break the sky!

...

This scene happened in many places outside the sky.

This disaster could not help but affect the powerhouses in the outer world, and even ordinary creatures could not escape.

Someone chooses to escape and is unwilling to go to the front.

But more, for the sake of his homeland, he resolutely joined the army.

Fix my spear, and go with my son!

...

Xia Yan brought Siyuan Buddha and Xiao Hei with him.

At present, on his side, plus him, a total of three powerhouses from the Heavenly Stepping Realm and the old tree spirits and other powerhouses from the Heaven Burial Ground have joined together.

Soon, they came to the forefront.

At this moment, countless races have joined the war.

In many places that ordinary people cannot see.

Here the heavens are fighting, and the saints are like dogs.

This stretch of battlefield is spreading all over the place, making people unable to see the edge at a glance, and it is impossible to count them.

"My body should have the breath of the heart of the zerg. These creatures will not let go of the hearts that have been born."

Xia Yan looked down on the battlefield, his expression calm.

He is like a moving bait that can attract the attention of countless people.

Sure enough, two people appeared in front of Xia Yan and others.

A man carrying a machete with extremely strong arms, and a woman with a veil.

Although these two people looked like extremely alien human races.

But the aura on them is completely different from Xia Yan and others.

Destructive breath!

It is a race created by "it".

"Ouch, Miss Leng, have you seen it?"

"It turns out that there are still some masters among these dirty guys."

The brawny man carrying the machete was extremely excited.

"The breath of the heart is on him." The veiled woman's eyes did not fluctuate, and she fixed on Xia Yan's body.

The brawny man was a little unhappy and said: "What anxious, look at the aura on this little guy, it should be a creature with seven steps to heaven."

"Killing him is not a one-shot thing."

"No hurry, let me play first."

The brawny man was talking, his face was full of excitement, and he looked at Xia Yan and his party, and said with a strong sense of war: "Who will fight me first?"

"Arrogant."

As early as the brawny man uttered wild words, some people were already very upset with him.

Immediately out of the crowd.

This thin old man carries a long knife on his back.

Reached out and touched the handle of the knife on his back, then drew the knife out.

The cold light flashed through the sky, like a bright milky way across the sky.

It's just a flash.

"Ouch, this knife is not bad."

Seeing that this old man is also a knife-wiper, Zhuanghan was overjoyed.

"Come on." He beckoned to the old man.

"Do you dare to underestimate me?" The old man's complexion changed slightly.

Let him shoot first!

When the voice fell, the old man was already intolerable, so he lifted the knife and went up.

The breath on the body does not let down.

In this world, the aura of the old man is not even as strong as an ordinary cultivating creature.

But this is what embodies the horror of the old man.

He didn't waste any power at all.

The figure was close to the strong man, and he was cut off with a knife.

At this time, the strong man swung the big knife in his hand violently.

Take a big hit!

Cold light suddenly appeared!

The breath of the big man is also exposed at this moment!

Over 800 Yang Power!

This is a powerful creature with eight steps to the sky!

This terrifying power reached its peak in an instant.

The knife cut through the sky, tearing the space apart.

It is very different from the introverted old man.

After the strong man swung his machete, his power was extremely domineering.

Contains an aura of giving up to me.

The old man saw that the blade was about to cut at him.

His face changed suddenly.

There was an instinctive voice in his heart telling him.

He can't stop it!

Sure enough, the moment the two knives collided.

The old man spurted blood and flew out.

The breath on his body leaked out, dispersing a void.

Hemorrhage in the mouth and nose, messy hair.

The old man looked at the brawny man incredible.

"The realm of the same eight steps to the sky, why can you display such a terrible sword gesture."

The strong man waved his machete, somewhat boring.

"Stupid guy, Dao Dao is strong, you are still restrained."

"Do you think you are learning Miss Leng's family sword art?"

The tone was full of disdain.

The old man's face changed slightly.

"It's too weak, I think Miss Leng, you still don't want to take action, these guys can be left to me alone."

The strong man walked a few steps forward, and said with a grinning: "Why don't you go together? So that you can learn about the swordsmanship."

On Xia Yan's side, the faces of the group were a little ugly.

To be honest, they did not expect that as soon as the two sides played against each other, they reached a verdict.

Obviously, the strength of these alien creatures from the world of "it" should not be underestimated.

Of course, if they were really that weak, it would be impossible for them to slaughter so many innate creatures outside the sky.

For tens of billions of years, Tianwaitian has never won a victory in a confrontation with ‘it’.

The stubble of the harvested person is like someone's back garden.

"Losers, isn't it a good idea to do the fruit that is waiting to be picked? Why resist." The masked woman who had not spoken faintly said.

"Old man, I will meet you." The old tree spirit couldn't bear it and was about to play.

At this moment, Xia Yan stretched out his hand to stop him.

Then Xia Yan walked out of the crowd, looking calmly at the brawny man and woman.

"Are you two going together, or one by one?"

"Do I single you two, or do I fight you two in a group?"

The strong man was taken aback when he said this.

Why is there something wrong?

Then he suddenly recollected.

"Interesting, kid, are you arrogant?" The strong man walked towards Xia Yan...