"Hahahaha, this young master took it as his own duty to revive the human race, how could he die here? I also want to kill every damn monster, so that my parents and the whole family can be proud of this young master!"

"Brothers, life and death are determined by fate, success or failure depends on others. Since you are not dead yet and your magic power has not been exhausted, let's try again!"

"..."

Continuous echoes sounded, making the momentum that had hit rock bottom rise again.

"boom"!

There was a roar and dust flew everywhere.

Yiran, who was distracted from rescuing people but wanted to inspire people, was punched by Song Tao in the vest and fell to the ground.

This scene made several female monks burst into tears, fearing that their newly born hope would be extinguished again.

Fortunately, someone pointed at the Peach Blossom Sword in the air and shouted: "Don't panic, look at those eight flying swords!"

The Peach Blossom Sword, which was divided into eight pieces, merged into one again, and the twenty-foot-long sword struck Song Tao fiercely.

Seeing Song Tao being sent flying hundreds of feet in an instant, everyone clenched their fists and felt uncontrollable joy in their hearts.

But only Yiran knew that no matter what spells and sword arts he cast, he had yet to break through Song Tao's defense.

It seemed that all he could do was delay him.

But if Song Tao is only delayed, I don’t know how many more geniuses will die.

After the Peach Blossom Sword flew Song Tao away, it flew back to Yi Ran's hand in the dust.

With a shake of his arm, the sword energy blew away the dust.

Only then did everyone see Yi Ran clearly and the black fist marks on his vest.

Yi Ran was obviously injured under that punch.

The punch that Da Wuzong charged up was so easy to block. He couldn't even imagine that they would receive such a punch.

After watching Yi Ran charge towards Song Tao again, everyone also faced their opponent.

The battle lasted for another hour.

Within this hour, the battle was extremely brutal.

Of the more than a hundred people below the sixth level, less than half are still alive.

Fang Qiying is the only one still alive below the fifth level.

As for the sixth-level Tianjiao, eleven people were also killed in the battle.

Fortunately, there are only a few dark shadows in the world, and fortunately, none of the strong men on the God of War list died.

But today's enemies are not only the shadows, but also nearly a hundred geniuses whose bodies are possessed by the shadows.

However, everyone present, all of which have reached the inner strength and magic, no matter how much the agent is serving, it is difficult to recover.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth trembled again, and there was a crack in the air being torn.

Those black shadows and monks controlled by the shadow became restless at the same time.

The light in Songtao's eyes was straightforward, and the blooming hair was flowing with the wind.

Holding your fists in your hands behind you, it looks like a stable victory coupon.

When the gods in the eyes of Songtao are scattered, the cold eyes that show the feelings of feelings.

Just looking at it, even the Tianjiao like the war felt a ruthless chill.

The feeling of being stared at by Song Tao is like watching the ants on the ground in his free time.

"The heavens and the earth are not benevolent with all things as the dick dog.

Song Tao's body slowly flew up, and the cold and ruthless words made everyone feel cold.

The two sides have ended endlessly.

It seems that the final battle has arrived, just depends on which side can persist.

Win, there is also a chance to get out of the secret situation.
Chapter completed!