Chapter 1086
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This sword, which Chang Xi ran cleaved, is called Nu shattering Tianting in Tianjian sect. There is the supreme momentum of the king's Court of the world, which I will destroy with a sword. Although it can't be so strong in practice, it can also be seen that he has confidence in this sword.
Especially when Chang Xi ran cut this sword, his sword Qi was all around the whole sky. The strong and wild sword meaning could feel the pain just by feeling it, and those with slightly lower cultivation could not even get close to it.
But it was the sword that Kuan Ba Ku pulled and cut on the weapon held by a dead waiter who didn't even have a name. The result was that he was severely beaten in the face again.
The sword wave rolled up under the wild tide blurred the sky and dazzled people's eyes in an instant.
It is often hoped that the big sword of the integration of thousands of swords will be shaken open and scattered by its own strength again, until it is everywhere in the sky.
On the contrary, the dead soldier still exists, without a crack and without any damage. On the contrary, the dead waiter holding the blade was shocked by the violent force of Chang Xiran and died on the spot. When he died, the immortal vomited a mouthful of blood and stained several sad swords. The little sword immediately lost its brilliance. Chang Xinran's sad clutch sword was damaged.
"Asshole!" Chang Xi ran was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.
Meng Qihong also realized that it was not good. First, he rolled up a wave of air, such as clouds, tides and fog, wrapped the dead waiter, slowed down his speed, delayed his action, and then pointed out a continuous wind, or killed the divine soldier, or killed the waiter, and tried to attack both.
This skill finally worked, and the speed of killing and cutting was greatly reduced. However, no matter how Meng Qihong did it, the dead magic soldiers were not affected. As for the dead waiter himself, let's die when we die, and one will regenerate when we die. On the contrary, the continuous generation of dirty blood makes all practitioners fear and avoid it.
The number of ghosts is large. Although there are many human practitioners, they have been able to withstand the Terran offensive by relying on the continuous number. Now with the addition of the dead servant of the Styx, the war situation has reversed and began to tilt towards the ghost clan. Not only yuan Tianzhong and Chang Xiran were forced to tie their hands and feet, but even Wei Tianchong and others were caught off guard by the roaring ghosts and death attendants, and were forced to practice and retreat.
The black fog in the sky, which had been dispersed by the sun and flames, has condensed again.
At this time, Tang Jie snorted and flew up.
He didn't do much before. He just observed the battlefield situation until this moment. Tang Jie knew that it was time to do it himself - he had been greedy for so many dead magic soldiers.
Quickly fly to a dead servant of the Styx river. The dead servant of the Styx River waved a sickle at him and wanted to cut it off. Tang Jieshan didn't even flash a finger.
Chang Xi ran was shocked and shouted, "Tang robbery, retreat quickly, that weapon..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw that the sickle of the dead servant, which could not be broken by all his means, turned into countless glittering light spots and disappeared. The dead servant also died after losing the death soldier.
Chang Xiran seemed to be stuffed with a big steamed stuffed bun in his mouth. He couldn't say anything. He could only watch Tang Jie foolishly.
This... How is this possible?
He couldn't figure it out.
Tang Jie had no time to deal with him. After receiving the black sand, he flew to another dead servant of the Styx river. It was still pointed out that the dead soldier had broken up again, and the dead servant died.
It's too simple to be simple.
Tang Jie did the same thing and killed all the way. The dead servant of the Styx River, who had just killed all the practitioners and abandoned his armor, couldn't stop a move in Tang Jie's hands, especially like an insect. He died when he was pinched by Tang Jie.
Seeing this, the practitioners cheered at the same time.
The Ming emperor zhaoluo saw it, but he was greatly distressed.
These dead servants of the Styx River are not easy to get. It's difficult for him to become the assets accumulated by the emperor for thousands of years. Now he has been robbed and destroyed by the Tang Dynasty. It's like stabbing him in the heart, if he wants to. But what shocked him most was how the human did it.
The death weapon is formed by the projection of the reincarnation blade. It is the embodiment of the law of the great road. Nothing can be damaged. Since the existence of the underworld, I have never heard of anyone who can destroy the dead god soldiers.
But now, this man appeared and destroyed the past one by one, like destroying the dead and decaying all the way.
At that moment, zhaoluo suddenly remembered a divinatory image he had felt not long ago.
He was originally an astrolabe instrument. He entered the underworld to become a ghost emperor. He was gifted in divination, but he could vaguely feel the power of cause and effect destiny and draw some inferences about the future. Although it is not true, it can always touch some edges and directions. It is with this skill that he can turn bad into good every time, gradually grow up in the ferocious underworld, and finally become a powerful underworld emperor.
Not long ago, he felt that there would be a great change in the underworld.
He could not see where the change came from, but he could feel that the upcoming Jiuyou event would be the starting point of the change. In this change, a new powerful emperor will be born, but the old emperor will also fall.
He did not know who would be born and who would fall, but he realized that this was a grand event with both crisis and opportunity.
Therefore, he came in person and planned this grand event on a large scale according to his feeling.
If he succeeds, he will become the new stronger emperor and get out of the fetters that have bound him for thousands of years;
If he fails, then he is the fallen emperor, so don't mention everything.
But now, when he saw the power to smash the dead soldiers, he was completely shocked.
After thousands of years of practice, he learned the fighting spirit of not giving up until the last minute. This quality is not unique to mankind. Even though there were waves in his heart, zhaoluo still didn't give up the fight.
With a long roar, the dead servants of the Styx had retreated back at the same time.
At the same time, countless ghost kings and ghost generals roared to the Tang robbery.
Since this human can restrain the death warrior, and it seems that only he can do it, let ordinary ghosts pile him up. After this person dies, let the Styx dead servant dominate the war.
Zhaoluo's idea is simple and direct. Although the exit of the dead servant of the Styx will make the battle difficult, it's always better to be robbed by Tang.
But when the dead servant of Styx retreated, Tang Jie suddenly vomited blood and shook his body several times.
"He can't hold on?" Zhao Luo was stunned and couldn't help thinking.
At this time, many ghosts are still coming. Tang Jie has not been greatly attacked. The only reason for his vomiting of blood can only be the result of his previous battle with the dead waiter.
Zhaoluo had thought for the first time that this was mostly the price paid by Tang's killing magic soldiers.
Yes, how can the death god soldiers exist? Even if human beings can destroy them, how can they destroy them so easily without paying any price.
Just at this time, the dead waiter of the Styx retreated and the ghosts attacked. When Tang Jie saw it, he looked relaxed and flew to the rear.
Obviously, he doesn't intend to deal with ghosts at all. He wants to take this opportunity to recuperate and recover himself.
Zhaoluo immediately realized that it was wrong. If he was given time to rest, he was afraid that when the dead servant of the Styx came out again, it would be an opportunity for him to show his authority.
The thought turned and roared again, but it stopped the retreat of the dead waiter of the Styx river.
The dead servant of the Styx didn't retreat, but went forward and killed the disciples.
Tang Jie had no choice but to reappear. There's no way. There's no one but him to fight against the dead god soldiers.
The military word formula was used repeatedly, and one dead magic weapon after another was broken.
Zhaoluo's heart hurts every time he breaks it.
He can only keep comforting himself. He can't hold on.
But the tenacity of human beings is reflected at this moment. No matter how tired, collapsed, powerless and vomiting blood, Tang Jie just sticks to it and fights hard in the Styx river. One dead servant after another was killed by him. One third of the 300 dead servants of the Styx River were killed by Tang robbery like chopping melons and vegetables.
When a whole hundred dead attendants of the Styx fell, Tang Jie's body was also shaky, but he just didn't fall down and still insisted on attacking. His body has been bathed with blood, some from ghosts, some from himself, and some from other practitioners; His face was full of fatigue and pale, like a seriously ill man; He was sweating on his forehead and swinging his body, which was a sign of excessive force.
But he is still fighting, fierce, non-stop fighting.
Like a miracle, a god of war who will never retreat.
Influenced by this will, almost all practitioners were moved and began to work hard one by one.
They are more desperate, more enthusiastic, more motivated and more determined.
One practitioner after another rushed to protect Tang Jie and help him block the attacks from ordinary ghosts, so that Tang Jie only needs to go all out to deal with the dead waiter. Later, Tang Jielian saved his strength in flying. Yuan Tianzhong personally took the initiative to lift Tang Jielian through the clouds, hoping to save him some mana.
As a result, the number of casualties of the dead servant of Styx rose to 150.
He can't hold it, he can't hold it!
Zhaoluo said in his heart that he expected, he cursed, he prayed, he waited.
But the miracle is not coming, but the dead servant of the Styx is still dying, falling and withering.
When the number of casualties of the dead servant of the Styx reached 180, zhaoluo finally felt something wrong.
Why is this guy still holding on? Can you hold on?
Why can a guy who can't support killing 50 dead attendants insist on killing twice as many enemies?
Zhaoluo has never seen a saint fighter, and he doesn't believe that will can replace mana.
If gnashing teeth can replace strength, the astral world should be the world of multi tooth demons.
So when the Styx dead waiter died to 180, he finally realized that something was wrong.
He began to scream and give orders, and the Styx deacons began to retreat again.
Tang Jie's body shook violently and nearly fell down into the clouds.
This scene made zhaoluo hesitate again, and the speed slowed down a bit.
Tang Jie was very rude. He bit his teeth and stamped his feet to kill several dead waiters.
Hesitation turned into determination. The dead servant of Styx continued to retreat. This time, no matter how Tang Jie behaved, he didn't stop.
Seeing this, Tang robber smiled: "it's better to stay!"
The body shape flashed, and the previous fatigue, helplessness and defeat swept away. The body shape swept towards the dead attendants like electricity, pointing out like an arrow and brushing continuously towards the dead soldiers.
At this point, zhaoluo can finally be sure that he has been deceived.
From beginning to end, this human is acting.
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This sword, which Chang Xi ran cleaved, is called Nu shattering Tianting in Tianjian sect. There is the supreme momentum of the king's Court of the world, which I will destroy with a sword. Although it can't be so strong in practice, it can also be seen that he has confidence in this sword.
Especially when Chang Xi ran cut this sword, his sword Qi was all around the whole sky. The strong and wild sword meaning could feel the pain just by feeling it, and those with slightly lower cultivation could not even get close to it.
But it was the sword that Kuan Ba Ku pulled and cut on the weapon held by a dead waiter who didn't even have a name. The result was that he was severely beaten in the face again.
The sword wave rolled up under the wild tide blurred the sky and dazzled people's eyes in an instant.
It is often hoped that the big sword of the integration of thousands of swords will be shaken open and scattered by its own strength again, until it is everywhere in the sky.
On the contrary, the dead soldier still exists, without a crack and without any damage. On the contrary, the dead waiter holding the blade was shocked by the violent force of Chang Xiran and died on the spot. When he died, the immortal vomited a mouthful of blood and stained several sad swords. The little sword immediately lost its brilliance. Chang Xinran's sad clutch sword was damaged.
"Asshole!" Chang Xi ran was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.
Meng Qihong also realized that it was not good. First, he rolled up a wave of air, such as clouds, tides and fog, wrapped the dead waiter, slowed down his speed, delayed his action, and then pointed out a continuous wind, or killed the divine soldier, or killed the waiter, and tried to attack both.
This skill finally worked, and the speed of killing and cutting was greatly reduced. However, no matter how Meng Qihong did it, the dead magic soldiers were not affected. As for the dead waiter himself, let's die when we die, and one will regenerate when we die. On the contrary, the continuous generation of dirty blood makes all practitioners fear and avoid it.
The number of ghosts is large. Although there are many human practitioners, they have been able to withstand the Terran offensive by relying on the continuous number. Now with the addition of the dead servant of the Styx, the war situation has reversed and began to tilt towards the ghost clan. Not only yuan Tianzhong and Chang Xiran were forced to tie their hands and feet, but even Wei Tianchong and others were caught off guard by the roaring ghosts and death attendants, and were forced to practice and retreat.
The black fog in the sky, which had been dispersed by the sun and flames, has condensed again.
At this time, Tang Jie snorted and flew up.
He didn't do much before. He just observed the battlefield situation until this moment. Tang Jie knew that it was time to do it himself - he had been greedy for so many dead magic soldiers.
Quickly fly to a dead servant of the Styx river. The dead servant of the Styx River waved a sickle at him and wanted to cut it off. Tang Jieshan didn't even flash a finger.
Chang Xi ran was shocked and shouted, "Tang robbery, retreat quickly, that weapon..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw that the sickle of the dead servant, which could not be broken by all his means, turned into countless glittering light spots and disappeared. The dead servant also died after losing the death soldier.
Chang Xiran seemed to be stuffed with a big steamed stuffed bun in his mouth. He couldn't say anything. He could only watch Tang Jie foolishly.
This... How is this possible?
He couldn't figure it out.
Tang Jie had no time to deal with him. After receiving the black sand, he flew to another dead servant of the Styx river. It was still pointed out that the dead soldier had broken up again, and the dead servant died.
It's too simple to be simple.
Tang Jie did the same thing and killed all the way. The dead servant of the Styx River, who had just killed all the practitioners and abandoned his armor, couldn't stop a move in Tang Jie's hands, especially like an insect. He died when he was pinched by Tang Jie.
Seeing this, the practitioners cheered at the same time.
The Ming emperor zhaoluo saw it, but he was greatly distressed.
These dead servants of the Styx River are not easy to get. It's difficult for him to become the assets accumulated by the emperor for thousands of years. Now he has been robbed and destroyed by the Tang Dynasty. It's like stabbing him in the heart, if he wants to. But what shocked him most was how the human did it.
The death weapon is formed by the projection of the reincarnation blade. It is the embodiment of the law of the great road. Nothing can be damaged. Since the existence of the underworld, I have never heard of anyone who can destroy the dead god soldiers.
But now, this man appeared and destroyed the past one by one, like destroying the dead and decaying all the way.
At that moment, zhaoluo suddenly remembered a divinatory image he had felt not long ago.
He was originally an astrolabe instrument. He entered the underworld to become a ghost emperor. He was gifted in divination, but he could vaguely feel the power of cause and effect destiny and draw some inferences about the future. Although it is not true, it can always touch some edges and directions. It is with this skill that he can turn bad into good every time, gradually grow up in the ferocious underworld, and finally become a powerful underworld emperor.
Not long ago, he felt that there would be a great change in the underworld.
He could not see where the change came from, but he could feel that the upcoming Jiuyou event would be the starting point of the change. In this change, a new powerful emperor will be born, but the old emperor will also fall.
He did not know who would be born and who would fall, but he realized that this was a grand event with both crisis and opportunity.
Therefore, he came in person and planned this grand event on a large scale according to his feeling.
If he succeeds, he will become the new stronger emperor and get out of the fetters that have bound him for thousands of years;
If he fails, then he is the fallen emperor, so don't mention everything.
But now, when he saw the power to smash the dead soldiers, he was completely shocked.
After thousands of years of practice, he learned the fighting spirit of not giving up until the last minute. This quality is not unique to mankind. Even though there were waves in his heart, zhaoluo still didn't give up the fight.
With a long roar, the dead servants of the Styx had retreated back at the same time.
At the same time, countless ghost kings and ghost generals roared to the Tang robbery.
Since this human can restrain the death warrior, and it seems that only he can do it, let ordinary ghosts pile him up. After this person dies, let the Styx dead servant dominate the war.
Zhaoluo's idea is simple and direct. Although the exit of the dead servant of the Styx will make the battle difficult, it's always better to be robbed by Tang.
But when the dead servant of Styx retreated, Tang Jie suddenly vomited blood and shook his body several times.
"He can't hold on?" Zhao Luo was stunned and couldn't help thinking.
At this time, many ghosts are still coming. Tang Jie has not been greatly attacked. The only reason for his vomiting of blood can only be the result of his previous battle with the dead waiter.
Zhaoluo had thought for the first time that this was mostly the price paid by Tang's killing magic soldiers.
Yes, how can the death god soldiers exist? Even if human beings can destroy them, how can they destroy them so easily without paying any price.
Just at this time, the dead waiter of the Styx retreated and the ghosts attacked. When Tang Jie saw it, he looked relaxed and flew to the rear.
Obviously, he doesn't intend to deal with ghosts at all. He wants to take this opportunity to recuperate and recover himself.
Zhaoluo immediately realized that it was wrong. If he was given time to rest, he was afraid that when the dead servant of the Styx came out again, it would be an opportunity for him to show his authority.
The thought turned and roared again, but it stopped the retreat of the dead waiter of the Styx river.
The dead servant of the Styx didn't retreat, but went forward and killed the disciples.
Tang Jie had no choice but to reappear. There's no way. There's no one but him to fight against the dead god soldiers.
The military word formula was used repeatedly, and one dead magic weapon after another was broken.
Zhaoluo's heart hurts every time he breaks it.
He can only keep comforting himself. He can't hold on.
But the tenacity of human beings is reflected at this moment. No matter how tired, collapsed, powerless and vomiting blood, Tang Jie just sticks to it and fights hard in the Styx river. One dead servant after another was killed by him. One third of the 300 dead servants of the Styx River were killed by Tang robbery like chopping melons and vegetables.
When a whole hundred dead attendants of the Styx fell, Tang Jie's body was also shaky, but he just didn't fall down and still insisted on attacking. His body has been bathed with blood, some from ghosts, some from himself, and some from other practitioners; His face was full of fatigue and pale, like a seriously ill man; He was sweating on his forehead and swinging his body, which was a sign of excessive force.
But he is still fighting, fierce, non-stop fighting.
Like a miracle, a god of war who will never retreat.
Influenced by this will, almost all practitioners were moved and began to work hard one by one.
They are more desperate, more enthusiastic, more motivated and more determined.
One practitioner after another rushed to protect Tang Jie and help him block the attacks from ordinary ghosts, so that Tang Jie only needs to go all out to deal with the dead waiter. Later, Tang Jielian saved his strength in flying. Yuan Tianzhong personally took the initiative to lift Tang Jielian through the clouds, hoping to save him some mana.
As a result, the number of casualties of the dead servant of Styx rose to 150.
He can't hold it, he can't hold it!
Zhaoluo said in his heart that he expected, he cursed, he prayed, he waited.
But the miracle is not coming, but the dead servant of the Styx is still dying, falling and withering.
When the number of casualties of the dead servant of the Styx reached 180, zhaoluo finally felt something wrong.
Why is this guy still holding on? Can you hold on?
Why can a guy who can't support killing 50 dead attendants insist on killing twice as many enemies?
Zhaoluo has never seen a saint fighter, and he doesn't believe that will can replace mana.
If gnashing teeth can replace strength, the astral world should be the world of multi tooth demons.
So when the Styx dead waiter died to 180, he finally realized that something was wrong.
He began to scream and give orders, and the Styx deacons began to retreat again.
Tang Jie's body shook violently and nearly fell down into the clouds.
This scene made zhaoluo hesitate again, and the speed slowed down a bit.
Tang Jie was very rude. He bit his teeth and stamped his feet to kill several dead waiters.
Hesitation turned into determination. The dead servant of Styx continued to retreat. This time, no matter how Tang Jie behaved, he didn't stop.
Seeing this, Tang robber smiled: "it's better to stay!"
The body shape flashed, and the previous fatigue, helplessness and defeat swept away. The body shape swept towards the dead attendants like electricity, pointing out like an arrow and brushing continuously towards the dead soldiers.
At this point, zhaoluo can finally be sure that he has been deceived.
From beginning to end, this human is acting.
This sword, which Chang Xi ran cleaved, is called Nu shattering Tianting in Tianjian sect. There is the supreme momentum of the king's Court of the world, which I will destroy with a sword. Although it can't be so strong in practice, it can also be seen that he has confidence in this sword.Especially when Chang Xi ran cut this sword, his sword Qi was all around the whole sky. The strong and wild sword meaning could feel the pain just by feeling it, and those with slightly lower cultivation could not even get close to it.But it was the sword that Kuan Ba Ku pulled and cut on the weapon held by a dead waiter who didn't even have a name. The result was that he was severely beaten in the face again.The sword wave rolled up under the wild tide blurred the sky and dazzled people's eyes in an instant.It is often hoped that the big sword of the integration of thousands of swords will be shaken open and scattered by its own strength again, until it is everywhere in the sky.On the contrary, the dead soldier still exists, without a crack and without any damage. On the contrary, the dead waiter holding the blade was shocked by the violent force of Chang Xiran and died on the spot. When he died, the immortal vomited a mouthful of blood and stained several sad swords. The little sword immediately lost its brilliance. Chang Xinran's sad clutch sword was damaged."Asshole!" Chang Xi ran was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.Meng Qihong also realized that it was not good. First, he rolled up a wave of air, such as clouds, tides and fog, wrapped the dead waiter, slowed down his speed, delayed his action, and then pointed out a continuous wind, or killed the divine soldier, or killed the waiter, and tried to attack both.This skill finally worked, and the speed of killing and cutting was greatly reduced. However, no matter how Meng Qihong did it, the dead magic soldiers were not affected. As for the dead waiter himself, let's die when we die, and one will regenerate when we die. On the contrary, the continuous generation of dirty blood makes all practitioners fear and avoid it.The number of ghosts is large. Although there are many human practitioners, they have been able to withstand the Terran offensive by relying on the continuous number. Now with the addition of the dead servant of the Styx, the war situation has reversed and began to tilt towards the ghost clan. Not only yuan Tianzhong and Chang Xiran were forced to tie their hands and feet, but even Wei Tianchong and others were caught off guard by the roaring ghosts and death attendants, and were forced to practice and retreat.The black fog in the sky, which had been dispersed by the sun and flames, has condensed again.At this time, Tang Jie snorted and flew up.He didn't do much before. He just observed the battlefield situation until this moment. Tang Jie knew that it was time to do it himself - he had been greedy for so many dead magic soldiers.Quickly fly to a dead servant of the Styx river. The dead servant of the Styx River waved a sickle at him and wanted to cut it off. Tang Jieshan didn't even flash a finger.Chang Xi ran was shocked and shouted, "Tang robbery, retreat quickly, that weapon..."Before he finished speaking, he saw that the sickle of the dead servant, which could not be broken by all his means, turned into countless glittering light spots and disappeared. The dead servant also died after losing the death soldier.Chang Xiran seemed to be stuffed with a big steamed stuffed bun in his mouth. He couldn't say anything. He could only watch Tang Jie foolishly.This... How is this possible?He couldn't figure it out.Tang Jie had no time to deal with him. After receiving the black sand, he flew to another dead servant of the Styx river. It was still pointed out that the dead soldier had broken up again, and the dead servant died.It's too simple to be simple.Tang Jie did the same thing and killed all the way. The dead servant of the Styx River, who had just killed all the practitioners and abandoned his armor, couldn't stop a move in Tang Jie's hands, especially like an insect. He died when he was pinched by Tang Jie.Seeing this, the practitioners cheered at the same time.The Ming emperor zhaoluo saw it, but he was greatly distressed.These dead servants of the Styx River are not easy to get. It's difficult for him to become the assets accumulated by the emperor for thousands of years. Now he has been robbed and destroyed by the Tang Dynasty. It's like stabbing him in the heart, if he wants to. But what shocked him most was how the human did it.The death weapon is formed by the projection of the reincarnation blade. It is the embodiment of the law of the great road. Nothing can be damaged. Since the existence of the underworld, I have never heard of anyone who can destroy the dead god soldiers.But now, this man appeared and destroyed the past one by one, like destroying the dead and decaying all the way.At that moment, zhaoluo suddenly remembered a divinatory image he had felt not long ago.He was originally an astrolabe instrument. He entered the underworld to become a ghost emperor. He was gifted in divination, but he could vaguely feel the power of cause and effect destiny and draw some inferences about the future. Although it is not true, it can always touch some edges and directions. It is with this skill that he can turn bad into good every time, gradually grow up in the ferocious underworld, and finally become a powerful underworld emperor.Not long ago, he felt that there would be a great change in the underworld.He could not see where the change came from, but he could feel that the upcoming Jiuyou event would be the starting point of the change. In this change, a new powerful emperor will be born, but the old emperor will also fall.He did not know who would be born and who would fall, but he realized that this was a grand event with both crisis and opportunity.Therefore, he came in person and planned this grand event on a large scale according to his feeling.If he succeeds, he will become the new stronger emperor and get out of the fetters that have bound him for thousands of years;If he fails, then he is the fallen emperor, so don't mention everything.But now, when he saw the power to smash the dead soldiers, he was completely shocked.After thousands of years of practice, he learned the fighting spirit of not giving up until the last minute. This quality is not unique to mankind. Even though there were waves in his heart, zhaoluo still didn't give up the fight.With a long roar, the dead servants of the Styx had retreated back at the same time.At the same time, countless ghost kings and ghost generals roared to the Tang robbery.Since this human can restrain the death warrior, and it seems that only he can do it, let ordinary ghosts pile him up. After this person dies, let the Styx dead servant dominate the war.Zhaoluo's idea is simple and direct. Although the exit of the dead servant of the Styx will make the battle difficult, it's always better to be robbed by Tang.But when the dead servant of Styx retreated, Tang Jie suddenly vomited blood and shook his body several times."He can't hold on?" Zhao Luo was stunned and couldn't help thinking.At this time, many ghosts are still coming. Tang Jie has not been greatly attacked. The only reason for his vomiting of blood can only be the result of his previous battle with the dead waiter.Zhaoluo had thought for the first time that this was mostly the price paid by Tang's killing magic soldiers.Yes, how can the death god soldiers exist? Even if human beings can destroy them, how can they destroy them so easily without paying any price.Just at this time, the dead waiter of the Styx retreated and the ghosts attacked. When Tang Jie saw it, he looked relaxed and flew to the rear.Obviously, he doesn't intend to deal with ghosts at all. He wants to take this opportunity to recuperate and recover himself.Zhaoluo immediately realized that it was wrong. If he was given time to rest, he was afraid that when the dead servant of the Styx came out again, it would be an opportunity for him to show his authority.The thought turned and roared again, but it stopped the retreat of the dead waiter of the Styx river.The dead servant of the Styx didn't retreat, but went forward and killed the disciples.Tang Jie had no choice but to reappear. There's no way. There's no one but him to fight against the dead god soldiers.The military word formula was used repeatedly, and one dead magic weapon after another was broken.Zhaoluo's heart hurts every time he breaks it.He can only keep comforting himself. He can't hold on.But the tenacity of human beings is reflected at this moment. No matter how tired, collapsed, powerless and vomiting blood, Tang Jie just sticks to it and fights hard in the Styx river. One dead servant after another was killed by him. One third of the 300 dead servants of the Styx River were killed by Tang robbery like chopping melons and vegetables.When a whole hundred dead attendants of the Styx fell, Tang Jie's body was also shaky, but he just didn't fall down and still insisted on attacking. His body has been bathed with blood, some from ghosts, some from himself, and some from other practitioners; His face was full of fatigue and pale, like a seriously ill man; He was sweating on his forehead and swinging his body, which was a sign of excessive force.But he is still fighting, fierce, non-stop fighting.Like a miracle, a god of war who will never retreat.Influenced by this will, almost all practitioners were moved and began to work hard one by one.They are more desperate, more enthusiastic, more motivated and more determined.One practitioner after another rushed to protect Tang Jie and help him block the attacks from ordinary ghosts, so that Tang Jie only needs to go all out to deal with the dead waiter. Later, Tang Jielian saved his strength in flying. Yuan Tianzhong personally took the initiative to lift Tang Jielian through the clouds, hoping to save him some mana.As a result, the number of casualties of the dead servant of Styx rose to 150.He can't hold it, he can't hold it!Zhaoluo said in his heart that he expected, he cursed, he prayed, he waited.But the miracle is not coming, but the dead servant of the Styx is still dying, falling and withering.When the number of casualties of the dead servant of the Styx reached 180, zhaoluo finally felt something wrong.Why is this guy still holding on? Can you hold on?Why can a guy who can't support killing 50 dead attendants insist on killing twice as many enemies?Zhaoluo has never seen a saint fighter, and he doesn't believe that will can replace mana.If gnashing teeth can replace strength, the astral world should be the world of multi tooth demons.So when the Styx dead waiter died to 180, he finally realized that something was wrong.He began to scream and give orders, and the Styx deacons began to retreat again.Tang Jie's body shook violently and nearly fell down into the clouds.This scene made zhaoluo hesitate again, and the speed slowed down a bit.Tang Jie was very rude. He bit his teeth and stamped his feet to kill several dead waiters.Hesitation turned into determination. The dead servant of Styx continued to retreat. This time, no matter how Tang Jie behaved, he didn't stop.Seeing this, Tang robber smiled: "it's better to stay!"The body shape flashed, and the previous fatigue, helplessness and defeat swept away. The body shape swept towards the dead attendants like electricity, pointing out like an arrow and brushing continuously towards the dead soldiers.At this point, zhaoluo can finally be sure that he has been deceived.From beginning to end, this human is acting.
