The world is vast, the yellow sand is shaking, and the treacherous atmosphere of clouds shows that a fierce battle is taking place here. Novel,:.

The cultivation gap between the two sides in the fierce battle seemed to be huge. One side had the strength of the second level of Mahayana takeoff, had barely entered the sequence of top experts from the Nebula Continent, and was also the man of the Sashen tribe who was born with a strong body.

On the other hand, there are only three human races with natural weak constitutions with clone cultivation. No matter how you compare, the men of the gods have absolute advantages.

Logically speaking, the man of the god clan quickly defeated and even killed three people with a crushing momentum.

The actual situation of the battle did not develop in the direction that everyone thought.

At least for now, it seems that the three human race, except for one person, have retreated aside, and only two are left, but there are no signs of defeat.

The young man named Song Li was holding a giant ghost judge in his hand, using the heaven and earth as the canvas, the true energy as the dyed ink, and the dragon and snake as the brush tip. He was constantly outlining according to his thoughts.

Whether it was Long Qing and others who met Song Li for the first time, or Long Ads who were lying on the ground, who was very close to Song Li;

If an ordinary human race is not strong enough, it will definitely be directly shattered by these thousands of sharp blades.

Unfortunately, this man of the gods has not only strong physique, but also has high cultivation enough. Although he cannot condense into defense, the sharp blade still cannot break through his body. It only left countless red marks on his body and did not form any wounds.

"Haha, the human race is indeed weak. It gives you such a big attack gap, but it cannot break my body. Ants are just ants." The man from the gods laughed, but when he finished speaking, the smile that had just risen suddenly shook again.

The dragon and elephant combined force and became a ray of light inch, and at this time it bombarded the man of the gods, and the man of the gods instantly felt a strong and severe pain.

The continuous power is like the huge waves of rivers, one after another, endless.

"Boom, boom, boom" pounced on the man of the gods, like thousands of needles, pricking every inch of the skin of the man of the gods.

"Ah" The man from the gods' tribe resounded through the sky, and the expression on his face was extremely painful.

A sudden red liquid slid down, concentrating everyone's eyes and trembling their eyes.

"Is blood the blood of the man of the gods?" Everyone asked in their hearts.

Soon, they got a positive answer.

The traces left by the sharp blade like the moon shadow on the body of the divine man, under the continuous bombardment of Song Li's powerful dragon and elephant, suddenly collapsed and blood rushed out.

"It's broken, it's broken." Zi Ping looked at the gushing blood and murmured.

"The human race with cloned cultivation actually broke through the body of the powerful gods in the second level of the Mahayana period. This is really." Long Qing pondered, not knowing what words to use to describe the shock at this time.

And Long Nan and Long Qiong, a huge dragon body, began to tremble slightly, and they couldn't help but ask, who is this boy and such an extremely beautiful woman, who is this guy and the one who looks so beautiful,
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