The entire army was shocked, and the sounds of tens of thousands of people taking a deep breath came one after another.

With the joint efforts of the five demon kings, they will kill the peak sixth-level strong man. How strong is this person?

Even the demon kings had their faces ashen, looking at the crater that was knocked out by a punch, couldn't speak.

"My brother... why did he become so strong?"

Lin Yuan blinked in confusion and looked at her two sisters-in-laws, but saw them looking like "Don't ask me, I don't know." She had to understand that she was a desperate situation and was established after a break, so the small universe exploded.

Wait... it was the soul of the sister control that broke out? Maybe?

"Master...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Bitang was so happy that she wiped her tears. Not long ago, the two of them were bullied in the Holy Demon Hall together and almost couldn't breathe. Today, when they saw Lin Zhian in turn suppressing the other party, they felt quite proud.

The people who are still watching the battle in Yecheng are all kinds of wounded people. The capable people have been summoned to suppress the "Hundred Demons Club". Although this organization is all civilians with little strength, they can win because they have a large number of people, and it is quite difficult to completely eradicate them.

The weak and exhausted Gu Xiaobei was also one of the audience. She smiled with great satisfaction and thought to herself that my junior brother could be so successful.

The picture turns back to the battlefield.

Lin Zhian casually patted the dust on his body and looked at a demon king: "Aren't you very arrogant in the palace that day? I remember you seemed to be one of the ones who suppressed me? Why are you so ugly now? Tens of thousands of people hit me, are you still afraid of me?"

His voice was plain, but anyone with a discerning eye could hear the sarcasm. Tens of thousands of troops were blocked by one person and could not enter. This was a very shame and humiliation!

"Heihuang, I didn't expect that this race that should have been extinct has Yuhuo. It seems that it would be a wrong decision to lock you in the Demon Locking Prison."

"He said something right. If tens of thousands of people beat you, can you still be afraid of you?"

A demon king raised his sword high, and his voice was as thunderous as thunder: "The whole army obeyed the order. Those who killed this person were crowned kings after the war could enjoy wealth and glory. Those who retreated were killed by the deserter, and all of them were given to me!"

The roar shook the sky in an instant, and countless demon soldiers rushed towards Lin Zhian from all directions. The cold light of swords and swords intertwine, and the spiritual energy burst out and gushed. Under the night sky, the already stopped fighting was ignited again.

"Take a pile of lives? Very good, let me see how many lives you have."

He provoked a war for no reason and killed countless Night City soldiers, but would not have any mercy on them.

The spiritual blood was rekindled. He summoned the spiritual bow and raised his head and arrow. The arrow bloomed in the night sky like fireworks. Then countless lightnings fell like stars, and were extremely frustrated.

The arrows are like a tide.

Among this powerful AOE skill, hundreds of demon soldiers were shot through with one arrow, either with their hands and feet broken, or with their heads broken, and their blood was soaked in the earth. It was a terrible sight.

But the arrow rain was scattered after all, and only two or three of them were hit. There were still a large number of demon soldiers who had already set up to bully themselves and moved forward. They raised the spiritual weapon in their hands and smashed it down at Lin Zhian regardless of the thirty-one.

"Puff." A black big sword that was dozens of meters long appeared from Lin An's hand, and one sword swept across, and hundreds of people were killed!

The sword is pitch black all over, with a smooth surface, as if ink juice flows on it. Its sharpness and pressure make the back feel cold.

Like "Meow Meow Fist", this is Lin Zhian's spiritual power transformed into a creature, and it is made of pure dark spiritual power absorbed. Its power is no less than that of an S-level spiritual weapon. With this terrifying attack range, it can be said to be a perfect group killer weapon!

"Sorry, I don't have much time to waste with you."

Lin Zhian did not hold the hilt of the sword in his hand because it was too large and could not hold it at all. He just held it in such a void, but he could wield the giant sword as if he was directed by an arm.

The peak cultivation level of the sixth level, the home game bonus at night, and the first stage of blood burning. At this moment, Lin Zhian's strength has far exceeded that of the level. These small soldiers could not resist the erosion of dark spiritual power and were evaporated on the spot.

He slashed forward with a sword, and the hundreds of people who were slashed instantly turned into nothingness, and even flesh and blood could not be left behind.

The demon soldiers who were extremely fierce before were frightened by the power of this sword, and some even subconsciously took a step back, but were immediately bombarded and killed by the demon king on the spot.

Those who retreat are considered deserters.

Lin Zhian turned his head: "Come on, continue."

"ah!!!!"

The demon soldier roared to boost his courage and rushed forward one after another. The black waves came one after another, as if they were about to drown the other party in it.

Under the night sky, the dark giant sword kept waving, with gusts of wind and sounds shaking the sky. The giant sword opened and closed, and each time it swept, it would harvest hundreds of lives, and it would be like a dragon to turn over the rivers and seas.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands. Perhaps this sentence does not apply to all scenarios, but under the human sea tactics, the consumption of spiritual power will inevitably increase. When he loses his energy, he will take action to kill him. This is the idea of ​​the demon kings.

But at this time, Lin Zhian was like a god of war, without any fatigue, and even became more and more fierce. In the end, he simply played with a big windmill, and the black whirlwind was raging on the battlefield, and the touching person was dead and alive.

After a long time, Lin Zhian had a large vacuum area around him, and no one dared to get close to him anymore.

He himself stopped, his head shaking left and right, rubbed his wrists again, and then hooked his hands towards the dark army ahead.

"Come again? I'm not satisfied yet."

It was so refreshing that the Night City soldiers were feeling so happy at this moment. These invaders and plunderers who had no reason finally got the end they should have.

They are not saints, and they don’t think Lin Zhian is too bloodthirsty and cruel. If the other party does not die, then the millions of people in Yecheng will die. As the perpetrators who feel pity for the perpetrators, they are simply stupid.

Some wounded people who were still lying on stretchers for treatment even suddenly had a "sitting up in a dying illness". This kind of shocking battle that can only be seen once in a lifetime. We must remember to tell them to our children and grandchildren after dinner.

Lu Shinian had already prepared for the battle before. Her goal was to protect the two girls beside her. It would be no problem to deal with these minions as the peak of the sixth level.

But she found that she had no chance to appear at all, so Lin Zhian almost completely suppressed the other party's surging momentum, and even had the idea of ​​suppressing the past. So when she got to the back, she simply stood there, smiling at her boyfriend and showing great power.

Ye Ziling glanced at the two people beside him with a smile on his face, thinking that you are still too young, and this girl has long been used to it.

However, it seems to be a bit handsome...

A soldier's face distorted report: "Sir, we... more than 10,000 people have died!"

He killed ten thousand of us alone, without any damage.

This battle is a big deal!
Chapter completed!