Pang Kuohai immediately raised his sword and said, "Let these remnants know how powerful the sword of my Heavenly Navy Master is!"

Princess Wenqing waved her hand suddenly and shouted: "Emperor Palace, draw your bow!"

"Whoosh!"

Tens of thousands of divine bows are full of strings like the moon, tens of thousands of heavenly navy masters have nail guns in their hands, countless golden crow divine feathers are fluttering, and demonic flowers bloom with strange demonic light! "Kill!!!"

"Swish, swish..." This is a scene where millions of strong men are fighting. Looking at it, just the moment the divine arrow flies past, the Bihai Palace is dyed red with blood! Pang Kuohai raised his hand to fight.

Flag, holding the Yanyue Sword in one hand, rushed forward, and Qin Yichen beside him was no less impressive! Bi Xuanzhu saw it in his eyes, his face was cold and stern, Daohun was so angry that he kept blooming with power: "It's you again, an old dog of the Emperor of Heaven said

A fool who is willing to fight with just one word, and an innate sword god who has repeatedly offended our clan, I will use your blood to sacrifice the imperial weapon first!"

"Boom, boom, boom..." The overwhelming magical power is vast and terrifying. In the face of this fighting, every breath has lost countless strong men. The strength of Bixuanzhu can be described as terrifying. Suddenly, it blocked Weiping's incoming magic spear with one hand.

The corners of his mouth were grinning.

"It turns out he's a kid from the Weiyang tribe! I don't have any deep grudges with your tribe, so why are you so desperate?

Just because the Weiyang tribe gave birth to a heavenly concubine?"

"Get out of here now, maybe there is still a chance of survival!"

Weiping roared angrily: "Fuck you! I will press you to heaven and behead you in public!"

Looking at it, Qin Yichen's magic sword is so sharp that it floats in the sea water filled with the blood of gods and demons. Every time the sword passes, it can cut into pieces the souls of the Bihai tribe! "Save people! Save people first!"

The fighting was fierce, but the hundreds of thousands of Imperial Clan troops did not forget that their primary goal was to save their fellow tribesmen on the altar first! As long as there is no blood sacrifice, the Bihai Clan's imperial weapons will no longer be able to support themselves, and the remnants of the Bihai Clan will undoubtedly be defeated. Likewise, they

After saving his own clan, his strength becomes stronger and stronger, and just as Qin Yichen said, the chances of winning will also become greater and greater! Unknowingly, this abandoned son who was decided to give up after weighing by all the forces has gradually become the decisive factor in victory or defeat.

A dangerous move! "Kill!"

The navy of Heaven is brave and good at fighting. Soon, they saw a divine king leading thousands of sailors, going around to one side of the frontal battlefield and rushing towards the altar! In the eyes of the Lord of Heaven, it seemed that it was not difficult to save people.

As long as they grab and drag down those fellows on the altar, it will be considered a success! And every time they drag down a person, they will have an extra helper. Victory seems to be close at hand... "Brothers, here I come!"

However, as soon as a group of heavenly navy masters flew towards the altar, they saw the face of the kneeling Taoist Zhengchu suddenly changed, and he shouted loudly: "Be careful!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, the divine power used by many heavenly navy masters to support the flyby seemed to have been swallowed by a whale, and poured directly into the altar, and they also landed with a crash! To be precise, they were captured by the Bihai tribe guarding the altar before they could even land.

The strong man chopped into pieces of flesh, and the divine blood and bones were scattered on the ground, but in the blink of an eye, they seemed to be sucked into it by the altar.

"Why, how could this happen?

!”

Only the Divine Lord of Heaven was struggling to hold on, and he suddenly discovered that it was not that his divine power had disappeared, but that as long as he activated his divine power, it would be absorbed by the altar! This seemed to be no different from disappearing! However, the Divine Lord of Heaven had just guessed the answer

, was brutally cut into pieces by several Bihai tribesmen. This scene was like a basin of icy cold water, causing the expressions of the Imperial tribe's army, which had been so high-spirited to fight, to suddenly change.

"There's something weird about this altar!"

"Our power will be absorbed by the altar!"

Many strong men panicked. Originally, he had some contempt for those guys who were suppressed and knelt down on the altar. If they resisted a little bit, the Bihai Clan would not be so rampant.

But now they finally understand that it is not that the captured compatriots are willing to be the sacrifices of the Bihai tribe, but that they have no qualifications to resist at all! Once the divine power and demonic power are activated, they will be absorbed by the altar, thus maintaining the power of the Bihai imperial weapon. However,

The strong man from the Bihai tribe stood on the altar, but was not affected at all.

Moreover, a large part of the reason why these hundreds of thousands of powerful emperors chose to fight to the death was because they knew that there were hundreds of thousands of brothers waiting for them at the altar.

Whether it was the bond of race or the increased combat power they gained after rescuing their own race, they gained courage.

However, the scene in front of them could not help but make the imperial clans on all sides feel shaken.

The Taoist Master of the Bihai Tribe who was holding the sea-opening ax had a ferocious smile on his face, and he was condescending. He kicked down a god emperor and rolled his head off with an axe: "Come on! Whoever is not afraid of death will come again!"

The Taoist Master of the Bihai Clan is named Bi Kuang. At this moment, with his own power, many powerful men of the Imperial Clan who were directly killed did not dare to approach the altar again! "General, what should I do!?"

Among the rebellious army, Pang Kuohai's confidant's voice trembled. If they couldn't save the people, all their sacrifices would be in vain! Pang Kuohai also gritted his teeth anxiously: "Once you set foot on the altar, the divine power cannot be used, you can only rely on the power of the flesh god...

"Although with their physical strength, it is easy to break mountains with one punch and break waves with one kick, their combat power will be greatly reduced. On the other hand, the Bihai tribe relies on the geographical advantage, and it will not be too easy to kill them! Princess Wenqing also wiped her face.

He came over with blood stains and said: "The key is that we go up to rescue people and fight with these remnants. No matter whether we are injured or dead, the divine blood and power will only be absorbed by the altar..." In other words, fighting on the altar, no matter it is

The Bihai Clan doesn't mind whether one of their own dies or a strong member of the Imperial Clan dies, and there is no harm at all! And Bi Xuanzhu also took the opportunity to go crazy, killing the Imperial Clan army and retreating: "Come! I want to save people! I'm here.

Let you all die here and become sacrifices for the restoration of our clan!"

However, at this moment, I saw a sword light that silently circled behind the altar! It’s no wonder that the sword light was not dazzling enough. It was really difficult for the Bihai tribe to catch it. When I first looked at it, there were still rebels.

They were fighting in the middle, but when they looked back, they couldn't find any trace! That ray of bright sword light was none other than Qin Yichen! Qin Yichen looked cold and stern, shouted angrily, and flew towards the altar! "General Feng!"

When Princess Wenqing noticed the light of the sword, her bright eyes trembled, and even Pang Kuohai was stunned! You know, this is the altar of the Bihai clan's imperial weapon! With their strength, it is impossible to resist the devouring divine power.

Terrible power! If they can't do it, how can Qin Yichen be an exception?

In the eyes of Princess Wenqing, as soon as the slender figure approached the altar, the figure flew into the divine sword. Soon, the innate god turned into his true form, a dazzling golden and red divine sword! "Innate God"

Sword God?

!Is it you who killed Shark He and robbed our clan of Yang Yan!?"
Chapter completed!