The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

"How is this possible?"

Gurvig, who was beside Ao Fan, looked at the tragic sea with a horrified expression, feeling dizzy in his head.

Dead, it was just one round of attacks, and almost half of the people died in the end.

Gurvege can also be regarded as the ancient god of Hezhou in the west wing.

After several large-scale divine wars, I have never seen so many gods fall in such a short period of time.

And this is just a scene caused by five masters from four major continents.

Is it possible that all the divine battles in the four major continents are like this?

Although he didn't know what Gurvig was thinking, just by looking at the change in his face, he knew that the other party had been frightened.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Ao Fan glanced at Gurvig and said slowly: "This is just the beginning."

Gurvig was shocked and looked at Ao Fan in disbelief. But before he could speak, he discovered that the Zhuxian Sword Formation in the sky had changed again.

The sword energy began to condense again, and in just a moment, countless sword energy gathered.

Looking at this scene in a daze, an inexplicable chill instantly surged into Gurvig's heart.

"W-What are you going to do?"

I saw Ao Fan turning back to look at Gurvit, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer.

"Slaying the Saint."

At this time, in the sky.

The leader of the Tongtian cult who controlled the formation put his hands together and looked indifferently at Onidle, who was staring at him with gritted teeth.

The next second, he chuckled, and unleashed all his holy power.

The holy power second only to the top heavenly saints filled the air instantly, like a huge mountain that towered over the sky, falling from the sky and pressing directly towards Onidle.

"boom!"

There was nothing in the air, but the powerful spiritual power still made Onidele's body suddenly bend, and he almost fell to his knees on the ground.

Although the ancestors of the Sanqing Dynasty were not promoted to heavenly saints, they had meritorious deeds.

Even if it's not comparable, it's still much better than the Saint.

If you have to define a realm, you can also say that you are a half-step saint.

As for Onidell, no matter how strong he is, he is just a saint. How can he be the opponent of the Tongtian Cult Leader?

A look of surprise appeared on his face, and then he saw a golden light starting to emerge from Onidele's body.

A spear appeared in his hand. Onidele forced his way away from the spirit power that was pressing on him, and pointed the spear at the giant sword in the sky.

He knew that it was for him.

With a cold light flashing in his eyes, Onidell jumped up with a spear in hand. The blade of the gun instantly burst into dazzling golden light, and then stabbed towards the giant sword.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the spiritual energy dispersed in the sky. The Tongtian Cult Master pushed out one by one, and a Tai Chi pattern instantly unfolded in mid-air, right between the giant sword and Onidle.

Countless spiritual powers began to gather, and no matter how Onidel operated, there was no way to instantly break the Tai Chi pattern's obstruction to him.

Looking at Onidell who was struggling to hold on, the leader of Tongtian sneered, raised his hand and waved, and in the next second, countless rays of light bloomed on the Tai Chi diagram.

Onidell's expression changed instantly, and he couldn't help but panic.

I was actually trapped by this formation!

O'Nedel, who was unable to move, could not have imagined that he would be trapped so easily. He was obviously suppressed.

As countless rays of light began to condense, the giant sword was then seen slowly falling, with a cold light shining on the blade, as it struck down towards Onidele.

Seeing this scene, countless rays of light bloomed instantly.

The spear in Onidell's hand bore the brunt of the attack. It only supported it for a moment before it was strangled to pieces by the giant sword.

Onidell couldn't even dodge, and just watched the giant sword crushing towards him.

At this time, even the Holy Power was unable to block the giant sword, and the light released from the blade instantly tore the Holy Power from Onidle's body.

Along with Onidle's scream, the giant sword fell with a crash, showing no intention of stopping.

In an instant, the body of Onidell, who was in the saint realm, was strangled into pieces.

Gurvig looked at Onidell who was strangled to pieces with a look of astonishment on his face, and his heart trembled.

This was the first time she had seen so clearly a saint being hanged, and it was also the ruler of the Gods, Onidell!

From the moment the Warner Protoss was born, Onidle has never experienced failure, let alone what death is.

But now the immortal Onidell was torn apart by a giant sword falling from the sky. She couldn't believe it was true no matter what.

At this time, not only Guerweig, but also the people of the Gods who survived by chance were looking at this scene with horror on their faces.

Onidle is dead, and the only spiritual pillar of the Warner clan is dead.

This meant the disintegration of their entire protoss.

The surviving gods were lying on the ground, trying to let Ao Fan spare their lives.

When the war between gods is going on like this, who can stand up and rather die than surrender?

The Warner Protoss still needs to survive, at least that’s what the survivors think.

Looking at the Warner protoss who were prostrate on the ground to express their surrender, Ao Fan's eyes flashed with disdain, and he waved his hand, but a dragon force lifted them all up.

Seeing this scene, Gurvig was stunned for a moment and looked at Ao Fan with a puzzled expression.

Could it be that Ao Fan didn't just kill them all?

Just when Gurvig was confused, he discovered that Ao Fan waved his hand and said lightly: "I do not accept the surrender of the Warner Protoss."

"I said I won't leave anyone behind, so I won't leave anyone behind."

The gods in West Wing Hezhou were no better than others, and Ao Fan had no intention of leaving anyone alive from the beginning.

When the countless gods heard this, their expressions suddenly changed and they began to curse angrily.

"Are you just a false god, only here to cause harm to the world?"

After saying that, Ao Fan ignored everyone, but focused his attention on Gurvig, and said with a smile: "What do you think now?"

Gurvig was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "You never intended to let me live from the beginning."

"That's right. Let you see this scene to tell you a truth. It's best not to get involved in things that you're not sure about, otherwise you won't be able to bear the consequences."

After saying that, he saw Ao Fan wave his hand, and a dragon power instantly gathered at his side, and the next second it slashed towards Gurvig's head.

In an instant, Gurvig's head fell to the ground, but the helplessness in his expression did not dissipate.

Even though I knew I would fail, I still didn't want to admit it. Now everything has finally come to an end.

At this time, Tongtian Cult Leader and others already knew Ao Fan's plan, and without any pause in their movements, they suppressed the entire sword array in an instant.

In just a moment, all the remaining Warner Clan perished.