The Summoner of the Battle of All Realms

At this moment, a cold arrow attacked Fusu again.

"MD, die for me," Fusu roared, and a golden film appeared directly in front of Fusu, like a god-man, directly blocking the cold arrow from his body.

Fu Su didn't care about the cold arrow that was shot at all, he directly flew into the air, and slashed fiercely at the place where the cold arrow was fired.

A huge sword energy burst out directly from Yitian's blade, turning into a huge sword.

"Bang", all the obstacles in front of Fusu turned into dust and dissipated in the air.

The vegetation was barren, and there was another chasm on the ground. At the end of the chasm, a middle-aged man in black stood there blankly, holding a black black tire bow in his left hand. There were four or five quiveres hanging on his waist, one of which had bottomed out, and the other quiver was about to bottom out, and the remaining quiveres were all filled with arrows.

The middle-aged man in black stood there blankly, his eyes wide open, looking straight ahead, his eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief, and a red mark appeared on the middle-aged man's head.

"Bang", a few seconds later, the middle-aged man in black lay heavily on the ground, motionless.

"Shhhhhh..." The man in black just lay on the ground, and blood gushed out from the middle-aged man in black. It turned out that the red mark on the man in black was the sword that Fusu slashed. mark.

"Hmph, I really think I'm a sick cat." Fusu fell from the sky and snorted coldly.

In order to be able to kill with one blow and not give the opponent a chance to hide, he used his bodyguard to block the incoming arrows.

If this is not the case, it will definitely give the other party a chance to escape.

Fusu is ruthless to others, but also ruthless to herself.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang couldn't help being dumbfounded when they saw Fusu's sword skills. They didn't expect Fusu's sword moves to be so powerful.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang somewhat understood why Fusu gave them such an order, unless life or death was in danger, or his order, no matter what the situation, the two of them could not go out.

From their point of view, relying on Fusu's strength can take care of everyone present, and they don't need them at all.

When Fusu showed his supernatural power, Dianwei was not inferior at all, and even more fierce.

Dian Wei is good at land combat, he can chase tigers all over the mountain with bare hands, not to mention a pair of halberds in his hands.

The middle-aged man is obviously not simple. After many wanderings between life and death, the middle-aged man has broken through his own limit time and time again, not only breaking through his own bottleneck, but also making his swordsmanship even better.

Compared to Fusu's almost one-sided situation, the battle between Dian Wei and the middle-aged swordsman was even more exciting.

"Look at my Shura's angry corpses." Dian Wei's eyes were blood red, like the incarnation of Shura glowing with blood, his whole body was full of bloody aura.

Dian Wei released himself this time, this is the real him, the evil from the past - Dian Wei.

Obviously, the strength of the middle-aged swordsman won Dian Wei's respect, and it also gave Dian Wei a chance to release himself.

Following Dian Wei's roar, millions of corpses appeared in front of everyone like an illusion. Looking around, the corpses were still corpses, except for the mountain of corpses, and the mountain of corpses. People seemed to be able to smell blood when they were in it. .

Standing on top of the mountain of corpses, Dian Wei looked down at the other party, and a huge palm that looked like the hand of God directly slapped the middle-aged swordsman from the air.

"The sword is exposed, and I am the front." Of course, the middle-aged swordsman was not to be outdone, and used his most powerful moves.

"Om", the middle-aged swordsman directly threw the Dragon Scale Sword in his hand into the air, and then, the middle-aged swordsman directly got into the sword, using his body to transform into a spirit, to control the spirit sword.

With the deepening of the middle-aged swordsman, the entire Dragon Scale Sword grew up in an instant. The sword, which was originally about one meter long, instantly turned into a super giant sword of ten meters. The blade floated in the air, exuding a powerful momentum.

"Om", a sound of sword chant that seemed to come from the ancient times directly passed through time and space and came to the present moment. Then, as if ordered, the giant sword collided with the hand of God in the air.

Chapter Fifty-Third

As the giant sword of heaven and the hand of heaven collided with each other, there was a huge explosion sound.

The giant sword of the sky was directly slapped on the ground by the hand of the sky, and then the human sword separated. The middle-aged killer spat out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground.

The middle-aged killer wiped the corner of his mouth and looked up at the hand of God in the air. At this time, the hand of God was obviously also severely injured, and a huge hole emerged in the center of the giant palm.

The hand of God seemed to have been subjected to an extremely strong repulsion, floating in the air, motionless.

What is even more tragic is that the entire hand of God is full of broken marks, and the entire palm is fragmented with the huge hole as the center.

"Crack", finally, the entire hand of God couldn't hold on any longer, and with a clear sound, the entire palm began to shatter, turning into huge boulders and falling to the ground.

Like pieces of meteorites falling.

"Humph", Dian Wei snorted coldly, nothing seemed to have changed, but if you looked carefully, you would find a bloodstain sadly appeared on Dian Wei's palm, and Dian Wei was actually injured.

"Interesting, I want to see if you still have the strength to take my next move." Dian Wei didn't care about the scars on his hands at all, and his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger. The short halberd in Dian Wei's hand waved again, a whirlwind burst out at the tip of Dian Wei's halberd, the whirlwind became bigger, turned into a tornado whirlwind swept towards the middle-aged killer.

And the mountain of corpses all over the wilderness is slowly getting shorter. At the bottom of the wilderness, bloodstains suddenly appeared, slowly forming a sea of ​​blood, submerging the entire wilderness directly, flooding the golden mountain, and covering the mountain of corpses with blood. , but the sea of ​​blood is getting deeper.

The tornado hurricane issued by Dian Wei was like a giant dragon, setting off waves.

Thousands of miles of ocean, its blood is black and yellow, under the raging hurricane, the waves on the sea of ​​blood are surging, rolling up thousands of piles of blood!

"Look at my ten thousand miles... ah", the middle-aged killer just opened his mouth, and before he could make a move, he was swept by a tornado, and then flew out, and before the opponent landed, he was directly swept by a huge wave of blood In the sea of ​​blood.

"Huh", Dian Wei snorted coldly, panting heavily, and the aura on his body gradually subsided.

As Dian Wei's momentum weakened, the sea of ​​blood gradually decreased, and the tide gradually calmed down, gradually submerging into the ground.

The vision around Dian Wei also gradually weakened until it dissipated.

When everything dissipated, the middle-aged assassin lay quietly on the ground, his eyes wide open, full of fear, unwillingness and complexity. Beside him, the dragon scale sword was inserted into the ground, blowing lightly under the breeze. The sound of chanting.

The long sword was screaming, as if paying homage to its dead master.

Panting heavily, Dian Wei leaned on the tree. He didn't lose in the previous battle. He used two big moves in a row, which made him extremely tired. After all, a middle-aged assassin is no mediocre player.

Dian Wei leaned on the tree trunk and looked at the other battlegrounds. What reassured him was that the crowd had gained an overwhelming advantage.

Hua Rong's eyes lit up when he saw the archer killed by Fusu's sword, especially your quiver on the archer's waist. If he could get the opposite quiver, the battle would be over.

Hua Rong told Xu Shu her thoughts.

Xu Shu nodded, and the two slowly moved towards the archer from the periphery.

Because the speed of the two was not fast, and they were switching between fighting and maneuvering, they didn't notice it at all.

When Xu Shu and Hua Rong moved to the gap opened by Fusu, Xu Shu nodded to Hua Rong.

Hua Rong's figure rushed backward in an instant, Hua Rong who used bows and arrows and Hua Rong who didn't use bows and arrows were not at the same level at all.

"Not good." Seeing Huarong's direction, bad thoughts suddenly appeared in the killer in black's heart.

"Kill", one group surrounded and killed Xu Shu, and the other group directly separated and attacked Hua Rong. They absolutely did not allow Hua Rong to get the bow and arrow.

"Humph", Xu Shu snorted coldly, how could he allow this to happen.

"Great Sword Art——Great River", Xu Shu's Zhongzheng sword crossed a semicircle in the void, and saw a grand river of righteousness floating directly in the void, blocking everyone's way.