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- This holy battle lasted all night. The battlefield affected a vast land of 30,000 miles, causing serious changes in the landscape. There was scorched earth everywhere, and the sky was completely shrouded in black dust, and no light could be seen.
Only three saints from the Sword Hell Realm were still holding on and did not fall down. However, they were also seriously injured.
The Holy Saint, who originally had six arms, now only has one arm, and he is still swinging his sword, creating streaks of sword light.
The other Holy Saint was beaten back to his original form and turned into a giant red tiger, with blood holes all over his body. The holy blood turned into wisps of blood and continued to escape outwards.
There was also a true saint, a middle-aged woman, whose chest and abdomen were beaten through. She was extremely miserable. She roared loudly: "I will die with you."
Like a flashback, the middle-aged woman suddenly burst out at extremely fast speed and rushed into an area where a dozen Rakshasa Marquises gathered.
Her body split open, scattering dazzling holy lights.
"No, she's going to blow up the Holy Source. Hurry back."
Those Rakshasa Marquises all burst out at their fastest speed, retreating backwards, like dozens of rays, rushing out in all directions.
"Boom."
A true saint self-destructed. The destructive power was so terrible that the entire earth collapsed downwards.
Half of the dozen Rakshasa Marquises were bombarded to the point of being completely destroyed, while the other half were seriously injured and fell to the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.
The saint with only one arm, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Xue Ji"
More than 850 saints were completely wiped out, and now only two of them are still alive. It is really tragic.
The third-class Marquis with the silver-haired lion face came out of the black evil mist and sneered: "You two are already turtles in the jar, do you want to blow up the Holy Source too?"
The two sages of the Sword Hell Realm looked at each other, and then mobilized the little remaining holy power in their bodies to attack the silver-haired lion.
"Boom."
The silver-haired human lion took out an iron whip, flicked his wrist, and tens of thousands of inscriptions appeared on the iron whip, and struck the two saints, sending them flying back.
The terrifying power contained in the iron whip almost broke the bodies of the two saints.
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The silver-haired man-lion chuckled sinisterly, and was about to take action again to kill them completely when he suddenly stopped, raised his eyes suddenly, and looked in the direction behind the two saints.
I saw a figure wearing the blood armor of the Ten Saints, standing on top of a magma lake, walking forward step by step.
The eyes of the silver-haired man-lion sank, and dark red evil flames erupted from the iron whip in his hand, saying: "You finally showed up. I thought you would always be hiding in the dark."
"Whether you are hiding in the dark or walking into the light, you are still hunting. What is the difference?" Zhang Ruochen said lightly.
The silver-haired man-lion snorted coldly: "You're not too petty."
"Whoops!"
Another third-class marquis from the Rakshasa tribe rushed over, flying in the air, holding a stone tower more than ten feet high in his right hand, with tens of thousands of inscriptions floating on the stone tower.
The other Marquises of the Rakshasa tribe also came closer and appeared within a thousand miles, surrounding Zhang Ruochen and the two Holy Saints in the center.
Of course, those Rakshasa Marquises did not dare to get too close, fearing that the two Holy Saints would self-destruct the Holy Source and die together with them.
With a distance of a thousand miles, they can advance and attack, and retreat and defend without worrying about the enemy being defeated.
Zhang Ruochen's spiritual power enveloped a thousand miles around, and it was discovered that there were more than 170 marquises from the Rakshasa tribe. They were all full of fighting spirit and could attack him at any time with their sacred weapons and magic.
The third-class Marquis flying in the air, his eyes full of murderous intent, said solemnly: "Have Niyue and the others been killed by you?"
"That's right." Zhang Ruochen said.
"Damn it."
The third-class Marquis inspired the semi-perfect power of the stone tower. The stone tower became larger and larger, reaching a height of 100 feet, and then suddenly bombarded downwards.
Before the stone tower fell, the earth was sinking downwards.
Zhang Ruochen could dodge, but instead of dodging, he pulled out Shen Yuan's ancient sword, which also inspired semi-perfect power and slashed upward.
"Boom."
The stone tower of the Ten Thousand Marks Sacred Artifact level was actually split into two.
The long sword energy flew into the sky, as if it had turned into a heavenly road.
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Zhang Ruochen held Shen Yuan's ancient sword in his hand, like a reaper of scarecrows. In just a moment, he killed more than twenty Marquis Rakshasa who had arranged the Nine-Nine Return Formation.
However, the reaction speed of the Marquis Rakshasa was extremely fast. Knowing that the formation had been broken, they quickly attacked.
"It's a pity that none of them were the enemy of Zhang Ruochen. In just half a quarter of an hour, more than twenty Rakshasa Marquises were killed, and more than thirty Rakshasa Marquises were seriously injured.
Zhang Ruochen was simply invincible. He killed all the remaining Marquis Rakshasa and fled, not daring to fight him again.
"It's too powerful, and the human sea tactics can't restrain him at all."
"His cultivation must have reached the pinnacle of the Holy Saint, and he is invincible under the Holy King."
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Zhang Ruochen burst out with great speed, chasing down the Rakshasa Marquises, and killed seven more in a row. Among them, two Rakshasa Marquises actually blew themselves up to the Holy Source and wanted to die together with Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen used the method of space distortion to transfer the destructive power after the self-destruction to other places.
Self-exploding the Holy Source will not threaten him at all.
"What a powerful wave of power."
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen sensed a dangerous aura, stopped killing, opened his eyes between his brows, and looked towards the eastern sky. He saw that four hundred miles away, the Marquis of the Rakshasa tribe had formed another Nine-nine Return Formation.
And under the full urging of the eighty-one marquis, the formation started to move and launched a thunder and lightning attack.
It was a lightning beam dozens of feet thick, much like a river of lightning, attacking Zhang Ruochen at a hundred times the speed of sound.
The speed is too fast and there is no time to mobilize the space power.
Zhang Ruochen let out a long roar, activating the Blood Armor of Hundred Saints. At the same time, he stood in a lunge with his hands apart, grabbed the monument shield with both hands, mobilized the holy energy in his body, and injected it into the interior of the shield, stimulating the full power of the monument shield.
A steady stream of thunder and fire was released from the shield, colliding with the lightning beam.
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