MM Racing Chapter 256
Chapter 256
The claw that tore through the void quickly bombarded Su Zhanyuan, with a tendency to tear him apart.
Facing this attack that even the Ninth Stage Martial Saint dared not to resist, Su Zhanyuan's eyes flashed with brilliance, his muscles tensed, and he swung his sword again to cut through the space.
"I never wanted to escape!"
"Cut the galaxy!" Su Zhanyuan shouted angrily: "Even if you are at the peak of the Ninth Stage, if you want to kill me, you have to pay with your life!"
From the moment he rebuilt his foundation and re-entered the martial arts path, Su Zhanyuan decided to contribute to the Su family.
Since Su Yu wants to plan the starry sky...
Then he will protect this foundation for Su Yu!
The human race is what Su Yu wants to protect, so he will protect it for Su Yu with his life.
The Burial Heaven Sword burst out with a brilliant divine light, and the sword's momentum condensed and did not disperse. In the air, the divine light gathered into a huge shadow of the Heaven Sword, exuding an aura that could destroy everything, which made people tremble.
At the moment when the shadow of the Heavenly Sword slashed down, everyone suddenly felt as if a picture appeared in front of their eyes.
Stars and rivers fell continuously under this sword!
‘Clang! ’
Instantly, sparks flew and the space shook and fluctuated.
With the explosion of power, the pressure of the Martial Saint on Su Zhanyuan gradually became stronger, and there was a faint momentum of crossing the threshold and bursting towards the Eighth Stage Martial Saint!
Rumble!
With the sound of violent explosions, the void was split open, and Su Zhanyuan and the Deer Horn Martial Saint fell into the void at the same time.
When the space closed, everyone's heart skipped a beat.
But more of it was the sound of fighting that resounded throughout the venue.
The entire Shenyun Plain was suddenly left with only the Ninth Grade Grandmaster and the billions of troops of the two clans fighting.
Everyone tried their best in this battle, without holding back.
The result of the battle between the strong determines their life and death, but even so, they must strive to kill the last enemy before the battle between the strong ends.
Even if they win, they can't expect to take over safely!
Boom!
Time flies and most of the day has passed. The battle lasted from night to morning.
On the battlefield filled with smoke, the human race suffered huge losses.
Especially for the combat power above the eighth rank, the losses were even more serious.
Taking advantage of the gap between killing a ninth rank peak alien warrior, Yang Zhen and Xia Hong were covered in blood, and their blood and qi were rising and falling, and they seemed to be about to reach their limit.
Looking at the high-end combat power that was less than half left, both of them had pain in their eyes.
"If this goes on, the Martial Saints and the Demigods haven't decided the winner yet, and I'm afraid that my Dragon Country will have a fault."
Bang!
Yang Zhen punched out, smashing a ninth-grade early-stage strongman who wanted to sneak attack, and said in a deep voice: "What else can we do!"
"What we need to do now is to delay time!"
Xia Hong's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If it doesn't work, I will summon the ancestor out of retreat."
As the head of the Xia family, Xia Hong, a martial saint family, did not want to see such a heavy casualties.
Moreover, before Xia Sheng went into retreat, he told him that if he encountered an irresistible war, once it endangered the foundation of the human race, he would crush a jade token and call him out of retreat.
He would rather not become a martial god than see the human race suffer heavy losses.
Hearing this, Yang Zhen shouted sternly: "Wake up, who said we will definitely lose!"
"It's not a desperate situation yet, we haven't died yet!"
Xia Hong's face changed, but before he could respond, a breath that made their hair stand on end suddenly attacked them, and the strong sense of crisis made them look in one direction instantly.
"Not dead yet? Soon!"
An extremely arrogant voice exploded in the ears of the two people, and at the same time, several peak ninth-grade auras quickly gathered towards them.
When they saw the attackers clearly, Xia Hong and Yang Zhen's faces instantly turned ugly, and they gritted their teeth and said, "Nordic... God's Court!"
Swish, swish, swish!
Five figures with the aura of peak ninth-grade grandmasters descended from the air, surrounding the two people, forming a dead angle, leaving them no chance of escape.
In front of the two people, a man with an eagle nose said with a mocking look on his face, "Aren't you two very arrogant?"
"You dared to attack my Nordic God's Court in the miracle."
"After today, none of you Dragon Country people will survive!"
"Do it!"
With a loud shout, the five peak ninth-grade Nordic God's Court strongmen instantly disappeared from the spot.
All five of them had a golden spear in their hands.
They attacked Yang Zhen and Xia Hong with the force of piercing the void. Their purpose was clear: they wanted to kill them on the spot!
Boom!
The space was shattered, and the breath of the ninth-grade grandmaster burst out, blasting spider-web-like cracks in the space within a radius of 100 miles, as if it would shatter at any time.
The seven people fought quickly, and in the blink of an eye they had fought out of the sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters.Various martial arts were performed, dyeing the whole sky colorful!
Bang!
In the sky, as a touch of blood bloomed, Xia Hong's body was pierced through the shoulder blades by two golden spears!
"Hiss..."
Feeling the piercing pain, Xia Hong's brows suddenly condensed, and his expression was distorted by pain.
Injuries can happen at any time, but these two spears have the power of destruction!
The power of destruction can wipe out all vitality and destroy everything. Because of the injuries he suffered, the pain is not that simple. This is a pain that can penetrate into the soul!
In just a moment, Xia Hong suffered several attacks.
Blood and broken meat splattered, and a strong breath instantly weakened.
Whoosh!
A shrill sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Xia Hong's body fell rapidly towards the ground.
Seeing this scene, Yang Zhen's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he roared: "Old Xia!"
Boom!
Before Yang Zhen could react, a huge fist shadow smashed towards him.
In just a moment, the two of them rushed towards the ground at high speed like falling meteors.
Boom!
As two violent explosions sounded, a shock wave comparable to the explosion of a mushroom egg spread in all directions. In just a moment, it caused considerable damage to the battlefield!
"That is... Generals Yang Zhen and Xia Hong?!"
"They... lost?!"
The dust cleared, and countless human armies looked at the center of the explosion in horror. When they saw several powerful gods landed there, everyone's heart couldn't help but tremble.
In the deep pit, two figures struggled to get up.
However, their injuries were very serious. With a slight movement, the wounds quickly cracked and blood kept pouring out.
"Cough cough!"
In the ruins, two broken figures coughed, and a large amount of internal organs and blood spurted out.
"It seems... this time..." Xia Hong climbed up with difficulty, looked at Yang Zhen who was motionless in front of him, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but, the next second.
Puff!
As blood splashed, a golden spear suddenly pierced Xia Hong's heart!
In an instant, Xia Hong's pupils suddenly shrank.
In his ears, a hideous voice sounded: "This is the end of daring to attack my Divine Court. As the 37th Chief Judge of the Divine Court, I declare that you, the heretic Xia Hong, Yang Zhen, are executed!"
"Destroy it for me!"
The pressure on the hook-nosed man was rolling, and the momentum of the peak of the ninth rank was revealed, which made the creatures within a hundred miles terrified!
He pulled out the spear, pointed the tip of the spear at Xia Hong's head, and there was pleasure in his eyes.
"Go to hell!"
Swish!
This shot was accompanied by the power of destruction, pointing directly at Xia Hong's head, enough to completely wipe out his mental power!
Just when the tip of the gun was less than ten centimeters away from Xia Hong's head.
A terrifying pressure that made countless people tremble with fear and their knees weaken suddenly swept across the entire battlefield, and at the same time, a voice full of anger and murderous intent exploded.
"This stick... Alpaca, I won't pretend to be this way anymore!"
"This stick will kill you, you bastard from the Divine Court!"