Xia Yan took Shiyuan Buddha and Xiao Hei with him.
Currently, on his side, including him, a total of three strong men from the Heaven-Stepping Realm are gathered together with the old tree spirit and other strong men from the Burial Land.
Soon, they came to the front line.
At this moment, countless races from all over the world have joined this war.
??In many places that ordinary people cannot see.
The gods are fighting here, and there are as many saints as dogs.
This stretch of battlefield is spread out all over the place, making it impossible to see the edges at a glance and impossible to count.
"I should have the breath of the Zerg Heart in my body. These creatures will not let go of the heart that has been born."
Xia Yan looked down at the battlefield and said calmly.
He is like a moving bait, able to attract the attention of countless people.
Sure enough, very soon, two people appeared in front of Xia Yan and others.
A man with extremely thick arms carrying a machete, and a veiled woman.
Although these two people look very much like the human race from Tianwaitian.
But the aura on their bodies is completely different from Xia Yan and others.
The breath of destruction!
It is a race created by ¡®it¡¯.
"Hey, Miss Leng, have you seen it?"
"It turns out there are some masters among these dirty guys."
The strong man carrying the machete looked extremely excited.
"The breath of the heart is on him." The veiled woman's eyes were fixed on Xia Yan without any fluctuation.
The strong man was a little unhappy and said cheerfully: "Why are you so anxious? Judging from the aura of this little guy, he should be a creature who has reached the realm of seven steps to the sky."
"Killing him is just a matter of one blow."
"No hurry, no hurry, let me play first."
The strong man spoke with excitement on his face. He looked at Xia Yan and his party and said with a strong fighting spirit: "Which of you will fight me first?"
"Arrogant."
As early as when this strong man said such arrogant words, some people were already unhappy with him.
He immediately stood out from the crowd.
This thin old man carries a long knife on his back.
He reached out and touched the handle of the knife on his back, and then drew out the knife.
A cold light flashed across the sky, like a bright Milky Way across the sky.
It just passed by in a flash.
"Oh, this knife is good."
Seeing that this old man was also a knife user, the strong man was immediately overjoyed.
"Come on." He waved to the old man.
"You dare to look down on me?" The old man's expression changed slightly.
He actually made the first move!
When the voice fell, the old man couldn't bear it any more, so he raised the knife and went forward.
The breath on his body does not leak out at all.
In this outer world, the aura of the old man is not even as powerful as an ordinary cultivating creature.
But this is exactly what shows how scary the old man is.
He didn't waste any energy at all.
The figure instantly approached the strong man, and then cut him off with a single blow.
The strong man suddenly waved the sword in his hand.
The sword rises!
The cold light suddenly appears!
The aura of the big man was also revealed at this moment!
More than 800 yang power!
This is a powerful creature with eight steps to reach the heavenly realm!
This terrifying power reached its peak in an instant.
The chopper cut through the sky and tore apart the space.
It is completely different from the old man's restraint.
After this strong man swung the machete, his power was extremely domineering.
There is an aura of giving up to others.
The old man saw that the blade was about to hit him.
His expression suddenly changed.
There was an instinctive voice in his heart telling him.
He can¡¯t stop this knife!
Sure enough, the moment the two swords collided.
The old man spurted blood and flew out.
The aura on his body leaked out, stirring up a void.
Bleeding from the nose and mouth, messy hair.
The old man looked at the strong man in disbelief.
"We are both in the realm of eight steps to the sky, how can you display such a terrifying sword power?"
The strong man waved his machete, a little bored.
"You stupid guy, you are already domineering in the way of swordsmanship, but you still hold back your momentum."
"Do you think you are learning Miss Leng's family sword technique?"
The tone was full of disdain.
The old man's face changed slightly.
"Too weak. I think Miss Leng, you better not take action. Just leave these guys to me alone."
The strong man took a few steps forward and said with a ferocious smile: "Why don't you all come together? I can also teach you what the way of the sword is."
On Xia Yan's side, the faces of the group looked a little ugly.
To be honest, they didn¡¯t expect that the two sides would make a decision as soon as they fought.
¡°Obviously, the strength of these alien creatures from ¡®its¡¯ world cannot be underestimated.
Of course, if they were really that weak, they wouldn't have killed so many extraterrestrial beings.
For tens of billions of years, Tianwaitian has never won a single victory in its confrontation with 'it'.
?The harvested people are just like someone¡¯s back garden.
"Loser, why don't you just work on the fruit that's waiting to be picked? Why do you still resist?" The masked woman who had been silent until now spoke lightly.
"I'm here to meet you." The old tree spirit couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to go on stage.
At this moment, Xia Yan reached out to stop him.
Then Xia Yan walked out of the crowd and stared at the strong man and woman with a calm expression.
"Are you two coming together or one by one?"
"Should I challenge you two alone, or should I beat you two in a group?"
When these words came out, the strong man was stunned.
Why does something sound wrong?
Then he suddenly came back to his senses.
"Interesting, boy, are you very arrogant?" The strong man walked towards Xia Yan (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com