Thunder Martial

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In a retro castle, there is a magnificently decorated conference hall. At the moment, there are more than 20 people of different races sitting in the hall.

They are all level nine, representing the highest combat power in this world.

"It's unreasonable, a mere protoss dares to provoke us like this, he must be killed!" said a radical middle-aged man.

"That man came fiercely and killed many of us, and his combat power is rare." Another person said, his brows tightened.

"So what? We have countless fighters who want to survive under constant siege, unless he is a god!" The previous person spoke again, "As for the gods of the gods, everyone must have known it. died."

"Khan Ding, be safe and don't be impatient. That man's strength is beyond imagination. He only led more than a hundred people, but he wiped out many of our subordinates with zero casualties. We must guard against it!" Someone said again.

"Yes, that person is too strong and sharp, it's better to be careful."

"Yes, let's discuss and discuss again."

Others persuaded.

With a bang, the ninth-level god king named Han Ding jumped up and shouted: "There is nothing to discuss. As long as there are many people, there is no battle that cannot be won! Since you don't want to fight, give it to me, I will fight!" Go to fight."

"Khan Ding, giving people is a trivial matter, we are worried about your comfort."

Han Ding directly interrupted the other party, and said indifferently: "Stop talking nonsense, either you give people, or you fight!"

"I don't know how many people you plan to bring to the battle?" Someone asked immediately.

"A family of one thousand!"

There are more than 20 people sitting in the field at the moment, and a family of 1,000 is more than 20,000. This is an extremely huge number. Even in this depth, there are countless ninth-level god kings, but they cannot withstand a single loss. Drop the number of 20,000.

"Five hundred, the most we can offer is five hundred, otherwise we would rather not fight." The man who spoke first said after hesitation.

Han Ding glanced at them, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he didn't bother to argue with them, and said, "Okay, then five hundred for a family!"

A family of five hundred, that is more than 10,000 nine-level god king army,

Still pretty scary.

The meeting quickly dissipated, and Han Ding was the first to leave. Before leaving, he glanced at the few people in the room, said a coward, and then spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.

These people were so underestimated, their faces were very ugly, but they seemed a little afraid of sweating, and they didn't dare to attack.

In this way, Han Ding was even more proud, and left with a big smile.

After he left to inquire, the people who had ugly faces immediately restrained their expressions, and some of them showed inexplicable smiles on their faces.

An army of more than 10,000 quickly assembled and marched towards the periphery, led by Han Ding.

Half a month later, this army met Zi Chen's team.

Seeing the opponent's army of ninth-level god kings, everyone in the field was surprised except Zi Chen.

Monk and others are only seventh-rank, and it is not a problem to deal with a ninth-level player, but the number of ninth-level players currently exceeds 10,000. How can they fight?

The same is true for Mitty, although the people she brought are all elite, but the number is too small.

She didn't expect to encounter this kind of existence just by going deep here, which is undoubtedly equivalent to a decisive battle.

Compared with the changing expressions of other people, Zichen showed a smile on his face. The battle cannot continue like this forever, and someone needs to break the situation.

Now, here comes this man.

He looked at Han Ding, Han Ding stared at Zi Chen coldly, and shouted: "It's you, leading the team to destroy our clansmen?"

"That's right."

Zi Chen walked forward.

"I heard that you still have a side that is fighting against my people?" Han Ding asked again, his voice still indifferent.

"That's right!"

After taking a few steps, Zi Chen stopped and looked at Han Ding.

"Very well, my army of ten thousand people will go over and destroy your power in one fell swoop after killing you bastards!" Han Ding said coldly, "Your clansmen will become my clan's food!"

Zi Chen smiled and said: "You don't have this chance."

After finishing speaking, a brilliance appeared in his hand, the brilliance turned into a long bow, and the Heaven-reaching Divine Needle turned into a feathered arrow.

Zichen bowed and shot arrows.

The energy between heaven and earth surged towards Zichen, and with Zichen as the center, it turned into an energy vortex with a radius of several thousand feet, and he was the center of the vortex.

Sensing this fluctuation, Han Ding let out a loud shout, losing confidence for the first time in his heart. He should have stepped forward to kill Zi Chen, but at this moment he chose to defend.

hum!

His defense was fully stimulated, and at the same time, he was extremely annoyed, thinking that after blocking this blow, he would definitely make the opponent look good.

The defense was pushed to the limit by him, and only then did he feel that the pressure around him had dissipated a lot, which made him feel at ease.

The Tongtian Shenzhen has been fully charged, and Zichen releases the arrow.

The feather arrow flew out, leaving a black crack in the air, extending directly in front of Han Ding.

With a bang, Khan Ding's defense shattered, and the feather arrow pierced through his heart, and his proud battle armor was also pierced in an instant.

A blood hole appeared in his heart, and the surging vitality disappeared with the flow of blood.

He widened his eyes and looked at Zi Chen in front of him in horror. In his sight, Zi Chen was becoming blurred and disappeared in the next moment.

His body fell over.

Before the battle even started, the main general was killed by an arrow, which caused chaos in the army of 19,000-level god kings behind.

Fortunately, they are not real soldiers, and they don't need a general. The fierceness from the bottom of their bones is aroused by them.

The powerful murderous intent is raging, and this ninth-level god king who exceeds ten thousand is about to kill Zi Chen.

hum!

The void oscillated, and then the space began to distort, turning into countless fragments. A huge black hole descended from the sky, instantly covering them.

Zi Chen opened up the world, this is his biggest killer!

In a blink of an eye, the army of over ten thousand god kings disappeared, and the black hole returned to normal.

Mitty in the rear and the Celestial Guard led by her were stunned and almost petrified.

They went deep all the way, and the biggest crisis was resolved just like that.

What kind of technique is that black hole, which can swallow more than ten thousand God King Level 9 at once?

Looking at Zi Chen's face, there is no sign of excessive consumption. It seems that they have never seen Zi Chen consume a lot because of fighting.

After destroying this army of god kings, Zi Chen stopped moving forward and stood where he was.

No one knew what Zichen was thinking.

A ray of light flew from a distance, it was a foreign race, also rank nine, at this moment his face was still in shock, he cupped his fists at Zi Chen and said: "Hende has seen the adults!"

Zi Chen looked at Heng De and said, "Tell me why you came."

"I hope my lord can withdraw our troops." Hender said directly.