Five Elements Heaven

Dead silence, complete silence.

The news from the rear was like a bolt from the blue, making everyone's heads buzz and their faces turned pale.

Ye Shuai and Nangong Wulian were kidnapped by the Divine Awe Judgment!

A bone-chilling chill almost enveloped their whole bodies, and everyone's hands and feet were ice-cold. Without any preparation, he fell to the bottom of the abyss, and all the future suddenly became gloomy.

No one spoke, everyone was still under the impact of this terrible news and could not recover.

The soldier from the Ministry of Spirit who delivered the message lay on the ground, his face full of shame. No matter from which angle you look at it, it was the Ministry of Spirits who made a big mistake this time. When Helian's leader cursed his own leader just now, he didn't even dare to refute.

For half an hour, no one spoke a word in the camp. Everyone was in a trance, and it was deathly quiet.

Helian Tianxiao finally calmed down a little, his face was still ugly, but his eyes regained a glimmer of light, and his voice was hoarse: "Have the other war departments notified you?"

The warrior from the Ministry of Spirit who was lying on the ground gritted his teeth and said: "We have sent a messenger!"

Helian Tianxiao then asked: "Did you send a messenger to His Majesty?"

"It's not too late yet..."

Helian Tianxiao was furious and stood up: "At this point, you still have luck, do you think His Majesty is a fool?"

The messenger was trembling and dared not speak.

Helian Tianxiao slumped back into his chair. Suddenly, he felt a little confused. How could a originally good situation end up like this? They were so angry at that time, so what about the North Sea Wall? Wasn't it just being destroyed at their feet?

Since when? The battle situation becomes confusing?

North Sea Department...

Ever since the self-destruction of Zhenshen Peak, Ye Shuai was injured and fell into coma. His Majesty sent Nangong Wulian to plant the heart of the gods. Even so, everyone felt that the battle situation was almost certain. Even if the Liehua Blood Tribe was annihilated by Chongyun's Spear, they still felt that the overall situation was fine.

They laughed at the depravity and decay of the Presbyterian Church, but they laughed at the divine judgment countless times and kidnapped Ye Shuai and Nangong Wulian.

The situation of the war suddenly reversed.

Four words suddenly appeared in Helian Tianxiao's mind, trapped beast still fighting.

The Presbyterian Church is decayed, degenerated, and crumbling, but the final afterglow of thousands of years of accumulation is still so dazzling! So fierce!

A sudden anger arose in his heart. They were strong soldiers and horses, and they were so brave that they were toyed with and applauded by the enemy!

"Send the order to the entire army! Attack the Pearl Wind Bridge at full speed!"

He stood up, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Leave the matter of rescuing people to others. Since we are the vanguard, let's attack first."

All the generals under his command looked at him blankly.

He said coldly: "Everyone, when it comes time to fight, be ready to die on the battlefield!"

On the windmill sword.

Everyone stood side by side, feeling the speed of the wind and lightning, and watching the ground retreat at an alarming speed. The windmill sword was like a sharp sword, cutting through the wind and cutting the clouds.

The Iron Soldier sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect that there would be such a fast flying thing in this world! I already thought it was awesome when I saw the Phantom before, but only after experiencing it myself did I know that this speed is really unrivaled in the world!"

Lord Huoshan said: "As soon as this thing comes out, Yunyi will fall behind."

Xiaoshan's expression seemed indifferent, but his heart was actually shocked. Tingfeng Department internally evaluated the speed of Windmill Sword, and they concluded that Windmill Sword was about 50% faster than Yunyi. If they experienced it themselves, they would know how absurd this conclusion is.

Such terrifying speed is completely subversive!

If Tianxin City knew the true speed of the Windmill Sword, would they be able to sleep so peacefully?

Speed ​​is the eternal pursuit of mankind. Regardless of personal strength or war department, the pursuit of speed has always spared no effort. Only speed will never break, this is a wise saying.

Although he still didn't know the true combat effectiveness of the Windmill Sword, he had a hunch that the emergence of the Windmill Sword would have a profound impact on the current war model.

Although he still didn't know what kind of impact it would be, the premonition was extremely strong.

Shi Xueman suddenly turned her face, her eyes sparkling: "The Spear of Chongyun will also have the Windmill Sword in the future."

Ai Hui coughed lightly and said with a long tail: "The windmill sword is very expensive..."

From the corner of his eye, he saw Tie Niu start to move his wrist, and his heart skipped a beat. It would be so embarrassing if he was beaten by Tie Niu in front of so many people! With a change of tone, Ai Hui said righteously: "But you want Tie Niu? Cost is not a problem. We are so poor now that all we have left is money!"

Kening on the side heard this and said quickly: "Sir, our tower gun alliance also needs it very much!"

Ke Ning felt like he was in a dream. What he fears most now is that when he wakes up, this is really a dream. Looking at the current luxurious lineup of the Tower Cannon Alliance, he couldn't even imagine it. Before, he was worried that it would be a cannon fodder alliance.

His mind is flexible, otherwise he wouldn't be so obsessed with the art of tower cannon. Riding the Windmill Sword, after experiencing a deep shock, his head began to spin. What if the windmill sword is not a sword tower but a tower cannon?

Ai Hui forcefully suppressed the urge to kick this guy down and said, "There aren't that many sword masters."

He suddenly let out a whoosh, then turned around and shouted to Shi Zhiguang at the end of the sword: "Go left!"

Everyone's attention was attracted by Ai Hui's actions, and they all looked to the left, but saw nothing. Xiaoshan, the strongest one, also showed doubts, and he also didn't notice anything.

The windmill sword drew a beautiful arc in the sky.

The atmosphere on Windmill Sword suddenly became tense.

About two hundred miles away from the Divine Wolf camp, a Divine Wolf sentinel team was patrolling. They were sitting on Tie Hongling's back, with comfortable expressions, and their narrowed eyes occasionally flashed alertness.

"I'm so convinced! Thunder Razor is actually scarier than us! Look at those fleeing war corps, are we actually going to rescue Tianxin City?"

"Haha, we were originally there to rescue them."

Someone snorted: "What's so good about Yuan Xiu? It's better for us, God, to do the best."

It suddenly became quiet. Although everyone is now a blood cultivator, they basically came from the Yuan cultivator. Time has allowed everyone to accept their new identities, but it is filled with blood and many painful memories. Such topics will always inadvertently reveal scars that seem to have been forgotten long ago.

The captain noticed that the atmosphere had deteriorated and said: "There is no distinction between Yuan Xiu and Shen Xiu. But there is a distinction between the Presbyterian Council and His Majesty. It is not wrong to say that we will rescue them. The Presbyterian Council is incompetent. The sun is setting in the sky outside the sky, but our Kingdom of God is prospering day by day. This world should be left in the hands of capable people, so that everyone can live a good life. Look at the Thunder Razor, such war departments have become the pillars of the Presbyterian Church. It can be seen that How corrupt they are!"

These words lifted up the low morale.

Whether they like it or not, their status as blood cultivators cannot be changed. Just like pain, it can be forgotten but cannot disappear. Always need a reason to live, always need a reason to fight.

Today's Kingdom of God is like the sun, and the dazzling light covers up all the scars.

Everyone in the Kingdom of God firmly believes that the world belongs to them. Just like those loyal soldiers, they firmly believe that the birth of the blood of God is to reshape a new world. Those pains are just an inevitable part of the process of reshaping the world.

The captain was very satisfied with his encouragement of morale. The iron red feather under his body trembled rapidly. He quickly raised his head and saw a bright light flashing in the distance. He shouted sternly: "There is a situation!"

The light came extremely quickly, magnifying rapidly in their eyes.

The captain's pupils shrank and he shouted: "It's sword light! Be careful to dodge!"

The iron-red feathered wings under his body suddenly exerted force and rolled rapidly in the air. The astonishing roar passed over his body, and the coldness made the hairs on his body stand on end.

There was a scream behind him, and a soldier couldn't dodge and was cut in half by the sword light, including his body and his mount.

The captain's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot eyes. Without saying a word, he urged the iron red feather under him to fly forward, his chest burning with anger. The rest of the team followed, each filled with rage. They encountered no decent obstacles along the way, and this was the first time their team suffered a loss.

Soon, a strange-shaped thing appeared in their field of vision.

what is that?

Just when everyone was confused, the captain suddenly remembered that this thing had appeared in the phantom pod they had captured before.

He blurted out: "Thunder Sword!"

Everyone was stunned. We were just talking about the Thunder Sword, but now we met?

But no matter what, our comrades died before our eyes, and we must take revenge!

Although the shape of the flying object was a bit strange, they were not afraid at all. Those who can serve as scouts must be elites in the war department, each with outstanding strength and rich combat experience. The previous unstoppable momentum also gave them confidence. Just a few days ago, they had raided a war department, and just one small team caused the defeat of Yuan Xiu's war department.

The captain said solemnly: "Split up and attack!"

All the scouts immediately dispersed, like a goddess scattering flowers, and rushed towards the Thunder Sword from different directions.

On the Windmill Sword, Gu Xuan was scolded bloody by Ai Hui.

"Such a powerful sword hit just one person? How have you been practicing recently?"

Ai Hui just had an impromptu decision to let Gu Xuan take command. Isn't this an excellent opportunity for military training? Although the Thunder Sword is much better than before, there are only a handful of actual battles, just for them to practice their skills.

When he saw that Gu Xuan's sword hit only one person, he couldn't help it anymore.

Gu Xu was sweating profusely, and the other team members were also numb. Now that Ai Hui's prestige was growing, everyone's respect for him was also growing. They are especially afraid of hearing the word "cultivation" pop out of the boss's mouth. Generally, the appearance of these two words often means additional training and punishment.

Gu Xuan shouted: "Cheer up!"

When he watched the boss direct, he felt very relaxed, but when he directed himself, he found that it was not that easy.

If I mess up in front of so many people today, I will lose the boss’s face...

Gu Xuan shuddered.