Bu Qingyan's chest was pierced, and the violent power of thunder raged back and forth on her wound. Her body was stiff, and she looked confused, and slowly turned her head back.
However, there was no one behind her, and Long Chen was still very far away from her. Long Chen's hand was still in a throwing posture.
"How is this possible?"
Bu Qingyan looked at her chest, feeling the rapidly lost breath of life, and her eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.
When Long Chen attacked, she didn't even sense a trace of danger, and even when the sword pierced her body, her perception failed to capture the long sword.
Long Chen looked at Bu Qingyan coldly. Long Chen's sword was not stabbed at her, nor at anyone else. It was when she rushed towards the Hidden Dragon Warrior that she sent her back to the front of the long sword.
The long sword was attached with a terrifying thunder force, and Bu Qingyan was not prepared at the time. The protective divine light was pierced in an instant, and she was severely injured.
This is a kind of prediction. It is easy to explain, but it is impossible to kill with such precision. However, Long Chen did it. The
violent power of thunder raged in Bu Qingyan's body. She was paralyzed. Suddenly, she was horrified to find that a figure rushed towards her. She wanted to raise her weapon to fight, but her body was out of control. She watched Xiaoyue's long sword slashing her neck fiercely.
"Puff"
blood splashed, Bu Qingyan's head flew up and was caught by Xiaoyue.
Xiaoyue looked at Bu Qingyan's head and said with gritted teeth: "Bitch, use your head to commemorate my sisters. I believe they will be happy."
"Huh"
Xiaoyue rolled up Bu Qingyan's long hair and tied it around her waist. Holding a long sword, she rushed straight towards a son of God like a flash of lightning. The fierce appearance made countless strong men stand on end.
"Boom boom boom..."
Xiaoyue swung her sword, like a long rainbow, like a silk thread, each move was sinister, all were killing moves to kill both sides, and the son of God was killed by Xiaoyue and retreated again and again.
The other servants of God did not wait for these sons of God and daughters of God to kill them, and took the initiative to attack. At this time, they were fearless and had already put life and death aside. In their eyes, there was only revenge. Only with the blood and life of the enemy could they comfort the souls of their sisters.
The Hidden Dragon warriors no longer had a formation at this time, because other disciples fled everywhere, and they could only chase and kill them everywhere.
From the beginning, the battle was a one-sided massacre. At this time, tens of thousands of disciples had already been killed on the battlefield. The tragic appearance frightened countless people.
"Puff puff puff..."
When these sons of God and daughters of God were scattered and entangled by the eight servants of God, Tang Wan'er cooperated with the servants of God, almost one by one sword, and in an instant, all the sons of God and daughters of God were killed.
"Don't kill them, please don't kill them, we don't know anything, please spare us, every wrong has its perpetrator, go find whoever framed you..."
At this time, only the disciples of each team were left on the field. At this time, some people threw away their weapons, knelt on the ground, and cried loudly for mercy.
"Plop plop..."
Seeing one person taking the lead, everyone put down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and gave up resistance. At that moment, the Hidden Dragon warriors held their swords and could no longer cut.
At this time on the battlefield, there were 16 teams, each with 3,600 people, a total of more than 57,000 people, but now there are less than 20,000.
The disciples in the field trembled, the senior officials outside the field gnashed their teeth, and the people watching the battle everywhere felt numb at this time. It seems that this kind of thing has never happened in the countless years of history of Fengshen Haige and Wuhaige.
All sixteen sons and daughters of gods were killed. Most of their heads were hung on Xiaoyue's waist. Those that were not hung were because they did not leave intact heads.
At this time, facing these enemies who had laid down their weapons, the Hidden Dragon Warriors could not take action. Even though these people had bullied them countless times and made them itch with hatred, they could no longer cut down the enemies who were kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy with their swords.
"Damn beasts, just wait for me..."
These deputy pavilion masters watched their descendants being beheaded. They were furious, but they did not dare to rush into the battlefield to save people. They wished they could bite Long Chen and the Hidden Dragon Warriors to death.
Feng Xinyue had been sitting there, watching everything that happened in front of her with a smile, as if everything that happened in front of her made her extremely satisfied.
"Long Chen, do you want to kill them all?"
Tang Wan'er came to Long Chen with a long sword. She was covered in blood and her face was cold. The long sword in her hand was still dripping with sticky blood. The killing intent in her eyes did not decrease at all, because no matter how many enemies she killed, her sisters would never come back.
So looking at these people kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, Tang Wan'er wanted to ask Long Chen's opinion. As long as Long Chen gave an order, she would kill all these people.
"It's up to you to decide!" Long Chen said, because according to Long Chen's attitude, there was no need to ask.
Because all these people participated in this conspiracy, when they set traps and placed the wind-reversing stones, they did not think of leaving a way out for the Hidden Dragon Corps.
After this blow, Long Chen believed that Tang Wan'er had matured. The so-called kindness does not command the army, and righteousness does not manage finances. This is the truth. Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.
Tang Wan'er nodded, raised her sword and walked towards the group of people. When they saw Tang Wan'er walking towards them with murderous intent, the Hidden Dragon warriors also raised their swords. They would not show mercy to anyone, because no one had ever shown mercy to them.
"Will kneeling down and begging for mercy be of any use? You set up traps to harm us. Facing endless demons, do we have the opportunity to kneel down and beg for mercy?
If I kneel down and beg for mercy, can you bring my dead sisters back?" Tang Wan'er gnashed her teeth, and her murderous intent increased with every step she took.
"Don't kill us, don't, please..."
These disciples cried and wailed, kowtowing like pounding garlic. Tang Wan'er's face was grim, and she slowly raised her sword.
"Buzz"
At this moment, the void trembled violently, the space twisted, the battlefield disappeared, and Long Chen and others appeared on the ring.
When everyone appeared on the stage, the disciples kneeling on the ground cheered loudly. They thought they were completely safe. Some even cursed:
"A bunch of damn bitches, your death is coming, just wait for..."
"Puff puff puff..."
Tang Wan'er slashed with a sword, and the sword energy was surging. Wherever the sword energy passed, everyone was chopped into blood mist by the sword. In the end, they still couldn't change their fate of being killed.
"Come on, surround these little beasts and don't let them escape." A deputy pavilion master roared.
"Boom boom..."
Countless strong men surrounded Long Chen and others. Long Chen looked at these old men with disdain on his face. He ignored them and looked at Feng Xinyue:
"Senior, we have avenged half of our revenge. Next, I need some old guys' heads to commemorate the sisters. You should have no objection!"