My wife is a sword god.

Chapter 675
The aftermath of the high-grade battle made the sky of Zhenling Pass look incompatible with the entire southern region.

The old man Baili tried his best, but he still couldn't help him.

Fuzzy black shadows fluttered, and said in a cold voice: "Even if that old fellow in Dengtian Building of Haowen Institute can leave Fengtian City, he can't do anything to me.

With you, what else can I do?
King Garuda is absorbing the last power of the spine of gods and demons to strengthen himself, and Zhulong's divinity is integrated in one place, and it is inevitable to come back to the world again.

You are powerless to change any outcome, just like the ignorant soldiers below, death is already your inevitable end.

Your struggle is pointless.

When King Garuda shows up and uses Xueji's natal supernatural power, it will be a one-sided massacre. "

Hearing this, the old man Baili lowered his head and looked at the battlefield. The tragedy was no longer enough to describe the scene he could see.

The sharp claws of the Garuda tribe pierced the soldier's chest, and the unquenchable cursed fire burned the flesh and blood into scorched black, and dark black blood flowed down the armor.

"The tiny human race is only worthy of being our rations." The stern-looking Garuda had a bloodthirsty murderous intent in his eyes.

It wanted to pull its sharp claws out of the soldier's chest, so as to reap more lives, but the dying soldier used his last strength to grab the opponent's arm fiercely.

"Useless struggle!" The wings vibrated, and the strong wind was blowing, and the wind blade left bloodstains on the soldiers' bodies.

But the soldiers didn't realize it, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, with a crazy smile.

He didn't know where he got the power, but he jumped up and threw Garuda to the ground, shouting: "Human race, we must win!"

boom!
The moment the fire burst out, everything was silent.

Except for the lingering sound drowning in the battlefield, nothing remained.

And pictures like this can be seen everywhere.

Even if it is the last moment of life, even if death has become the end.

As long as the soldiers still have breath, even if they bite, they will tear off a piece of flesh and blood from each other.

The cry of "Human race will win" is like the horn of the charge, which makes every soldier fearless, but it is also like the magic sound of urging death, which makes countless Garuda people feel terrified!
The Jialou Luo clan didn't understand why these lowly ants, even if their strength was low, could cause them heavy losses.

They don't understand why they still have the strength to struggle to the death when they are clearly fatal injuries.

They don't understand why these ants are as difficult to deal with as they were 20 years ago!

Fear flashed across their scarlet eyes, but the blood and the sacrifice of their companions made the fighting spirit of the people even higher!

The cry of "Human race must win" actually overshadowed the noise of the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, the old man Baili remembered the battle of Zhenlingguan 20 years ago, and tears fell from his eyes.

"There are causes and effects in this world, and nothing is meaningless.

It is precisely because of their successors that the human race has the blood and will to continue to pass on.

And one day, this will will be so strong that no one can defeat it! "

The vague shadow looked at the battle situation, and the number of Garuda clan was actually decreasing under the fighting of all the soldiers.

This situation was completely beyond his expectation.

The old man Baili said again: "You always think that the situation where civil and military ghosts prosper the world cannot happen, so you want to use the gods and demons to come to the world to fight against that unknown terrifying force.

But the resilience of the human race is far beyond your imagination.

Because of this, this world is the only one left in the Three Realms. "

After the words fell, a voice of shock and anger sounded: "Sword ghost, what are you doing?!"

The fuzzy shadow looked around, only to see a shocking knife wound on the back of the ghost-masked man with the number two tattooed on his chest, and the person who shot it was the sword ghost!
Rao Zhen Tianyi and Father Qin couldn't react for a while when they saw this scene.

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't we attack together? Do we have to wait until King Garuda shows up?" Sword Ghost said in a deep voice.

The old man Baili said at the right time: "You can trust him."

Now that the matter has come to this point, how can everyone not understand that Dao Gui and Zang Tian's group are not of the same mind at all, he is the secret hand arranged by the Tianjian Guoshi!
"Sword ghost!" No. [-] ghost-masked man gritted his teeth. If he fought alone, he would not be afraid of anyone.

However, he was seriously injured at the moment, and he had to face Bei Guishou, Dao Gui and Yan Zhou at the same time, how could he be an opponent?

After one blow, he retreated violently.

The sword ghost's betrayal was completely beyond the expectations of the Zangtian people, and on the other side, Sun Qi squinted and smiled: "Brother, you and I have almost arranged the formation, shouldn't it be time to do it?"

Shen Li sighed and said: "For today's plan, the teacher deceived everyone in the world and imprisoned me in the Nine Layers Prison for more than ten years.

If that's the case, it's fine, and I'm required to do what I'm least good at, acting, and tremble under the eyes of the enemy every day. "

"Senior brother, don't say any more. How long have you been undercover just now? How can you compare to me? The most urgent task now is to reduce the number of enemies before King Garuda appears."

"It makes sense."

Shen Li and Sun Qi faced the Mantian Garuda, and joined hands together. The place where they passed by before the fight, the white light array suddenly lit up, dazzling.

"Four gods, rise up!"

As the voice fell, around the white formation, phantoms of Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu manifested, and the fierce white light attacked the Garuda tribe, and the screams were deafening!
The originally inseparable battle situation became clear because of the defection of Dao Gui and Shen Li.

The human race has a great advantage!

Seeing this scene, all the soldiers became even more motivated to fight, and the Garuda clan was defeated steadily.

"Tamp down the Spirit Mountain!"

"Tamp down the Spirit Mountain!"

The shouts were full of enthusiasm, which also showed their determination to win.

But at this moment, the sky and the earth trembled violently, and a flame lit up on the top of Lingshan Mountain.

A Garuda with ten wings on its back appeared in front of the world, and the coercion was like an invisible hand, strangling everyone's heart.

King Garuda is alive.

And on his body, there is also black and white air flowing, which is the divine power of Zhulong!
King Garuda glanced at the battlefield, and looked at the Four Gods Tianyan formation. His sharp claws pointed towards the void, and the extremely powerful formation collapsed in an instant!
Both Shen Li and Sun Qi were startled, what kind of terrifying power is this?

For the world, the state of detachment is like a god!

The fuzzy shadow saw the black and white air, and said in a deep voice: "Why does the divinity of the candle dragon appear on you?!"

King Garuda glanced at it, and replied with a sneer: "The remnant body of the god and demon and the divinity of the candle dragon are really delicious, and now I feel the power that I have never had before.

I will reign over this world, and let the wings of the Garuda tribe spread all over the world, and you are fortunate to be the witnesses of this beginning. "

"How dare you ruin the master's plan!" Ghost Buddha said angrily.

King Garuda snorted coldly, his whole body's energy surged, and the space around him collapsed because it couldn't bear his terrifying power.

At the same time, the eyes of all the surviving Garuda tribes became extremely red, and their strength was also increasing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That is Xueji's natal supernatural power!
boom!
King Garuda flapped his wings, and the inextinguishable curse flame ignited.

His curse fire is completely different from ordinary curse fire. It has turned into black and white, and it is like a tsunami, pouring towards the sky and the earth.

The space is like a high-temperature calcined iron that becomes distorted and red, and a ghost-faced man is stained with the black and white curse fire, but in the blink of an eye, the body, spirit and spirit are completely melted away!
And the Garuda tribe was infected by the curse fire, their bodies turned into black and white, and their strength became stronger!
How could the blurry shadow not see that King Garuda wanted to kill them together?

"Go first!"

All the ghost-masked men immediately retreated.

However, with the speed at which the curse fire spread, the human soldiers had no time to escape.

The old man Baili's face sank, and he shouted: "I will stop the curse fire and King Garuda, and you will deal with the rest of Garuda!"

As soon as the words fell, he snapped his palms together, and the white light barrier spread around him, not only enveloping King Garuda, but even blocking the black and white curse fire together!
Father Qin and the others looked at each other in blank dismay. They knew well that the old man Baili was just a clone of the Tianjian Guoshi.

They must solve the rest of Garuda as soon as possible!

But how easy is it to say?
It is difficult for ordinary soldiers to compete against a group of Garudas, but in the sky, there are still thousands of Garudas with murderous aura!
Garuda, who has been strengthened by Xueji and Black and White Curse Fire, even if he only had the strength of six wings, is now comparable to eight wings. What kind of terrifying concept is this?

Howling!
With the sound of sharp cries, the culling of the Garuda tribe struck instantly!

The strange scene of Zhenling Pass can be clearly seen even in Jinyang City.

The sky like burning clouds, the broken and distorted appearance of the space is really like hell!
Many people in the city had packed up their belongings and ran out of the city, fleeing to the north.

In the room of the restaurant where Qin Feng was, Shi Ziming looked in the direction of Zhenling Pass, frowning.

"Master Si Zheng, what should I do?" Yang He asked in a deep voice.

When Shi Ziming heard this, his mind was also confused.

At this moment, Qin Feng, who was always lying on the bed, opened his eyes. A strange red thunder flashed across the sky of Jinyang City. Shi Ziming and the others suddenly bent down. There is a big mountain on my back!
"Lord Sizheng, what's the situation? Could it be that the Garuda tribe came here?" Yang He asked with difficulty.

"I don't know." While Shi Ziming was speaking, his right hand, which had been glowing with soft white light, rested on his shoulder, and he was startled immediately.

Looking around, the owner of the palm is none other than Qin Feng!
At this moment, the opponent's eyes are amber, his hair has turned into silver, and his body is shrouded in a bright light like moonlight. He really looks like a fairy!
"Qin Feng, you."

"I don't have time to explain to you. I want to go through a catastrophe first, and then rush to Zhenling Pass." Qin Feng raised his head to look at the roaring red thunder in the sky, and replied calmly, without any waves in his tone.

(End of this chapter)