Eldest Miss Divine Calculation - Chapter 2466

“The light of the rice grains, dare to compete with the sun and the moon!” Seeing the Shenwu Samurai Soul behind Mu Hanyan’s trio, Po Cang was not at all surprised, but sneered contemptuously.

“Boom!” In the void, a group of colorful lights suddenly exploded. The static void turbulence was instantly shattered, but a more powerful turbulence storm was set off.

Mu Hanyan and the God Lord and Lord Lord, like dead leaves in a storm, were thrown directly into the air, rolling endlessly in the turbulence.

With great difficulty, the three people struggled to stabilize their figures, and looked at Po Cang again, all with a look of shock.

At this time, the three of them all had pale faces, red blood slowly oozing from the corners of their mouths, and the Shenwu Samurai Soul behind them was obviously illusory.

One move, just one move, the three top powerhouses of the Holy Continent-the powerhouses who have stepped into the realm of martial arts, were just wounded by the sword.

On the other hand, Po Cang was unscathed, and his expression didn’t even change at all.

This is the strength of Demon Lord Pocang, which is by no means comparable to Mie Qianhen Futian and others.

“It’s worthy of being the former **** emperor and holy emperor. In such a low plane, he can recover to such strength, but you think that with you and these two ants, you can stop my demon. Is Jun Pocang?” Po Cang said proudly, holding a magic knife, step by step towards Mu Hanyan and others.

If you change Mie Qianhen and others, at this time, you may still leave a way for God Lord and Lord at the cost of surrender, but he is too lazy to say such things, because he is a demon king and has an identity. The pride of the demon king, unless the divine lord and holy lord take the initiative to surrender to him, how can he tell the ants in his own eyes what conditions.

Mu Hanyan and the three looked at each other, and they all saw the helplessness in each other’s eyes. Po Cang’s words were extremely arrogant and extremely arrogant, but they couldn’t admit that he did have the qualifications for arrogance and his arrogant confidence.

However, after all, two of the three are the true masters of the Holy Continent, and one is the former God Emperor·Saint Emperor. They will never lose their intent to fight because of this. On the contrary, the broken arrogance and contempt completely aroused them. The fighting spirit, as the strongest sacred on the land, they also have their own pride.

“Shengwei, God!” The Holy Lord forcefully crushed the injury and flew up again.

“Shen Qi, Shen Mie!” The **** master knotted the seal with one hand, sword dance in the sky.

“Bahuang, God!” Mu Hanyan also shot at the same time.

“Looking for death! With such a strength, how dare I repeatedly provoke the majesty of my devil!” Po Cang shouted angrily, and cut it out again.

Mu Hanyan just made a move. Even the two ants in his eyes, the Holy Lord and the God Lord, even dared to make another move when they knew they were invincible. From Po Cang’s point of view, this was clearly a majesty to his Demon Lord. provocative. In anger, a sacred samurai spirit that was as tall as his own, almost exactly the same appeared behind him, and cut out a long sword at the same time.

In the surroundings, Feng Qingyu, Huayue, Mu Beichen, Lu Nianxin, Luo Shuiyi and others all changed their faces.

With the previous knife, Po Cang had obviously not tried his best, and had already gained the upper hand. This time, under his anger, he actually sacrificed the Shenwu Samurai Soul, and this Shenwu Samurai Soul is almost the same as the original deity. The two swords are in harmony, so what is Mu Can the Hanyan three resist? The moment this knife fell, it was probably the moment when Mu Hanyan, the divine master, and the trio of divine masters died.

Their hands all squeezed the hilt tightly, exhausted their entire body’s strength, condensing all their divine minds, but under the pressure of the broken divine might, they were still unable to make a move.

“Hey…” At this moment, a soft sigh was heard in everyone’s ears.

This sigh is so desolate, so far away, as if it has traveled through hundreds of millions of years of time and space, and has gone through thousands of vicissitudes of life, but it seems to sound from the bottom of my heart, with endless sufferings of life and death. Endless joys and sorrows.

In that sound of sigh, the Shenwu Samurai soul behind Po Cang shook fiercely, as if a petrified body was motionless.

“Heaven and Earth, Seal Demon!”

“Feng Wu, Domineering!”

“Huntian, sword formation!”

“Lei Yin, Jian Dang!”

…

At this moment, Feng Qingyu and the others were surprised to find that Po Cang’s powerful divine pressure had lost its effectiveness, and the long sword and broadsword that had been accumulated for a long time almost instinctively slashed towards Po Cang.

In an instant, countless sword lights pierced the void, facing the death of the broken sword.

Amid the loud noise, tens of thousands of stars fell into the void, like stars shining.

With Po Cang as the center, a powerful turbulent storm was surging and turbulent, Mu Hanyan, Divine Lord, Holy Lord, and Feng Qingyu, Lu Nianxin and others were once again swept away by the turbulent storm.

But this time, Po Cang also had an unstable footing, retreating several tens of feet before stabilizing his figure. Upon closer inspection, there were many small cracks in the dark golden armor on his body.

The most surprising thing is that his Shenwu Samurai still maintains the posture of holding a long sword high, standing still on the spot like petrified, motionless.

How is this going? Mu Hanyan and the others couldn’t help but look at the Shenwu Samurai Soul.

They knew very well that if it hadn’t been for this Divine Martial Samurai Soul to stand still, with their strength, even if all of them joined forces, they would definitely not be an opponent of Breaking Cang. However, isn’t the Shenwu Samurai Soul condensed from the deity’s spirit? How could it suddenly stop, without being controlled by Po Cang?

Soon, they have the answer.

“The sigh of the gods and demons is the sigh of the gods and demons!” Behind Po Cang, a sacred martial expert tremblingly said, his eyes showed extreme awe.

“Zhan Yuan, it turned out to be you!” Po Cang cast his gaze on the sacred continent, as if penetrating the sky.

Only then did Mu Hanyan and the others understand that it was Zhan Yuan who made the move, and only then did they control Po Cang’s Shenwu Samurai and saved their lives.

In the ancient wasteland, Zhan Yuan looked up, as if he had seen through the heavens of thousands of miles, staring directly at Po Cang.

“Go, kill him!” With a wave of Po Cang’s arm, he pointed at the Holy Continent below, and ordered several of his subordinates.

“Yes, sir!” Although several people were in awe of Zhan Yuan, they didn’t dare to defy Po Cang’s order and flew towards the Holy Continent at the same time.

“Stop them!” Mu Hanyan took the lead in attacking the few Shenwu powerhouses.

She knew Zhan Yuan’s situation best. Although she didn’t know what method he used to display the sighs of the gods and demon and imprison the Divine Martial Samurai Soul, she was certain that Zhan Yuan would never be possible in such a short time. To regain strength, there is only a dead end in the face of these powerful martial arts.

As soon as Zhan Yuan died, the Divine Martial Samurai Soul was no longer restrained, and at that time, no one was his opponent.

And just relying on the sword saints and divine soul priests stationed on the edge of the mainland and the void, it is difficult to stop these sacred and martial powers.

The **** master and the others were also very aware of this point. As soon as Mu Hanyan’s words fell, he attacked at the same time at the few magical powers.

It’s a pity that there is a broken world, how can we make them do what they want!