I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, one after another Gaidai outstanding people came out, they were either the ancient half-ancestors, or the eternal heroes who had ascended from the lower realm to the longevity realm.

Sword Ancestor is not here, there are still heroes on the Longevity Continent who can resist the alien world!

Ho ho ho ho!

On the sky, in the abyss, several tall phantoms sent out strong mental fluctuations, and they were laughing, laughing unscrupulously.

Looking at the heroes who have ascended to the sky one after another, these existences from other worlds are excited.

After millions of years of recuperation, such delicious crops have grown in the human race. Just looking at them feels delicious and makes them salivate.

Chapter 452 Self-improvement

The Longevity Continent is vast.

But the vast land is full of monsters emerging one after another.

These monsters crawled out of the abyss, they were alien races, alien creatures.They were covered with bone armor, held spears in their hands, and had ferocious and excited smiles on their faces.

For these alien creatures, the human race is their most delicious blood food and the best supplement for their cultivation.

The human race is blessed by nature, they are the elders of all spirits, and they are born close to the way, but now they are reduced to the food of foreign races.

Scarlet blood pooled into a sea.

Mountains of bones rose up in the sea of ​​blood.

However, the crowd stopped crying, and all looked up at the half-ancestors and outstanding figures in Gao Tian.

Whether the human race can survive the disaster, the hope now lies in this group of people.

With a sigh, the void collapsed.

The butterfly flapped its wings and flew out of the collapsed void, turning into a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth.

The young man stared solemnly at the abyss in front of him, looked at the several tall ghosts in the abyss, and said softly, "I didn't expect the invasion of the alien world to come so quickly!"

"The sword ancestor is not here right now, so I have no other way. Even if we are not the opponents of these ancestor gods from other worlds, we have to follow the example of the ancestor god Nuwa to fill up the sky and fill up this abyss."

Seeing this young man, everyone looked at him with reverence and said, "I'll pay my respects to Zhuangzi."

He is Zhuang Zhou, respected by the world as Zhuang Zi.

Because he is the person closest to the ancestor god among the human race in the past ten thousand years, and his spiritual realm has even reached the height of the ancestor god.

The tall man with a broad forehead was wearing a long robe. His clothes were simple, even a little crude, but he couldn't conceal his tall, pure and holy aura.

The man looked at Zhuang Zhou with the same solemn eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Zhuang Zi's words are right. Now that the sword ancestor is not here, we are the only ones the human race can rely on."

"In the past, there was the ancestor god Nuwa who wept blood to repair the sky, stained the dome with blood, repelled the aliens, and defended the homeland where the descendants of the human race lived. There was the ancestor god Suiren who made fire against the sky, drove away the darkness and cold, and illuminated the way forward for the human race. There is the ancestor god The Shennong family tasted all kinds of herbs to fight against diseases in other worlds, and sheltered the people. There is the ancestor god Xuanyuan's sword Hengkong, who built the Great Wall outside the world with his own flesh and blood, and defended the homeland for the human race..."

"Scholars of my generation should understand righteousness and imitate the ancestors and gods to defend our homeland for our descendants."

"Today, even if the dome is stained with blood, even if the body dies and the soul perishes, we must not take half a step back!"

The man's voice is not loud, but it is powerful, and there is a firm and unshakable belief in the sonorous words.

Looking at the tall and burly man, everyone was infected for a moment, and they all said, "I will follow Confucius to the death. Even if the dome is stained with blood, even if the body dies, I will repel the aliens and leave a clean place for future generations." Ning's homeland!"

This is Kong Qiu, he is a sage of the human race, and he is also the existence closest to the ancestor gods of the human race in the past ten thousand years.

Zhuangzi and Confucius stand side by side, facing the abyss crack in front of the sky, facing several ancestor gods from another world, their eyes are firm and unshakable.

Behind these two people are Sun Wu, the Sage of Soldiers, Li Taibai, the Immortal of Poetry, Song Que, the Heavenly Saber, Dugu Qiubai, the Sword Demon, Li Xunhuan, the Flying Saber of Xiao Li, the people of Sword Immortal Palace, and tens of thousands of human races. elite.

"Not of my race, invade my homeland, slaughter my fellow race, be punished!"

Zhuang Zhou took the lead. He turned into a colorful butterfly again, flapped his wings, and swept the void storm high in the sky, trying to destroy the split abyss.

High in the sky, in the abyss, a void storm strikes, countless monsters are strangled by the void storm, and there is a pouring rain of blood in the sky.

The rain of blood sprinkled one after another and landed on the ground, soaking the ground with a layer of blood.

However, the fall of countless monsters didn't move the faces of the ten thousand zhang phantoms in the abyss. They didn't even have any mental fluctuations, and some of their eyes were still hot and greedy.

For these phantoms, they didn't care about the casualties of the minions, and their eyes were locked on the half-ancestors such as Zhuangzi, Confucius, Sun Wu, the white tiger half-ancestor, and the Phoenix goddess.

Following Zhuangzi's move, Confucius was not far behind. He held a bamboo slip in his hand, and his tall and burly body was filled with a white aura of righteousness.

The awe-inspiring righteousness gathered into a sword, sweeping away the endless monsters in the abyss.

Dugu seeks defeat with an iron sword across the sky, dividing Yin and Yang.

Song Quetian asked nine times with his sword, questioning the sky, the earth, and the creatures of other races.

Xiao Lifei's swordsmanship is not in vain, and his swordsmanship has achieved great success.

The powerhouses of the human race and the elites of the human race fought one after another, blood rained down on the sky, and monsters from other races fell to the ground like dumplings.

However, no matter Zhuangzi, Confucius, or many other outstanding people, their faces were not at all relaxed.

No matter how many monsters they killed, they were still from other worlds, and the real strong people from other worlds hadn't done anything yet.

On the earth, people looked up at the sky with excited expressions on their faces.

Seeing countless monsters fall, people shouted, "The Longevity Continent is saved!"

"The human race is saved!"

The next moment, everyone's voices stopped abruptly.

"Millions of years, millions of years, has the human race only grown to this level? Not even an ancestor god?"

"Millions of years ago, the Nuwa clan, the Suiren clan, the Youchao clan, the Shennong clan, the Xuanyuan clan, and the Wuzu clan came out of your human race. I have to marvel at them. It is their existence that has sheltered the human race and allowed your human race to be stable for millions of years."

"Millions of years have passed, I thought that your human race would come out with a new ancestor god."

"Actually, I overestimated your human race!"

"If there is no ancestor god born in the human race today, the only thing waiting for your human race is destruction. Of course, you can rest assured that we will not kill them all. We must keep some seeds and wait for the next harvest."

Huge spiritual fluctuations swept across the entire continent, shaking the dome.

A phantom came out of the abyss.

On the ground, people's faces were full of horror.

Can the half-ancestor of the alien demon god with a body as tall as ten feet, can the heroes win, can the human race win this war?

This is a terrifying demon god, whose height is ten thousand feet, just stepping out of the abyss, the world will start to turmoil, and the heavy momentum on his body makes the human race breathless.

Zhuangzi's eyes were serious and his face was as gloomy as water.

The butterfly flapped its wings, collapsed one piece after another, and let out a shocking low roar, "The human race came from the wilderness, and the ancestors sprinkled blood and cut through the thorny thorns, opening up the way for the future generations and lighting the front. I wait for the future generations to dare not compare with the ancestors. , but since ancient times, the human race has been advancing, although the speed of advancement is very slow, but it is also advancing."

"Zhuang Zhou is willing to dedicate his blood body to the Nüwa clan of the ancestor god of the Ming Dynasty, and the Suiren clan of the ancestor god of the Ming Dynasty..."

"The children and grandchildren of the human race, though weak, will continue to strive for self-improvement!"

With the butterfly as the center, the void vibrated, the howling storm, and in the blink of an eye, the void storm tornado took shape, carrying the power of destroying the world and destroying the demon gods of other worlds.

Snapped!

The alien demon god raised his hand high.

A slap fell, hitting the center of the eye of the storm, hitting the butterfly.

This palm hit the hearts of billions of people at the same time.

puff!

A mouthful of reverse blood stained the dome, and the butterfly broke a wing, but the butterfly's eyes were still bright and unyielding, and it refused to retreat half an inch.

On the ground, tears blurred people's vision.

Old people, women and children, young and middle-aged people, one after another, howled loudly, as if their hearts were being grabbed, they all shouted, "Zhuangzi..."

Chapter 453 Human Race Adds Another Ancestor God

People were weeping.

Since ancient times, the human race has never lacked heroes.

But watching the hero cry blood, who can remain indifferent?

The colorful butterfly had a broken wing, but his eyes were still bright, and he refused to step back even an inch, because he was the Zhuangzi of the human race, the half-ancestor of the human race.

shock!

angry!

hatred!

Seeing Zhuangzi's appearance, Confucius was both shocked and angry, and a monstrous resentment grew in his heart.

The hair crown on the top of his head rushed up, and Confucius was tall and burly. He threw down the bamboo slips in his hand, looked at the tall alien demon god with cold eyes, and reprimanded, "The alien demon god invaded my home and killed my compatriots. Confucius is not talented. Only blood stains the sky!"

"The heavens and the earth are united in strength, with awe-inspiring righteousness, use my divine sword to destroy the demon god!"

A majestic righteousness filled the dome, the sky and the earth were in turmoil, and the endless spiritual energy was borrowed, gathered into a mighty sword, and slashed towards the alien demon god.

clang!

Under the sword, the world was in turmoil.

The demon god from another world took a few steps back, and there was a hideous sword mark on his chest, and the dark green blood dripped on the ground and turned into gems.

The demon god from the other world was angry.

He didn't expect that a mere human race could leave him scars without entering the realm of ancestor gods.

Zhuangzi and Confucius looked at each other, and the two had a tacit understanding, and they joined hands to attack and kill this demon god from another world who came out of the abyss.

The awe-inspiring righteousness swelled, the sky and the earth were turned upside down, the void collapsed, and blood flowed forever.

The killing cries broke through the sky, shaking the stars in the sky.

The Profound Ancestor of the Great Yin Dynasty, the Profound Progenitor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the remaining half-ancestors of the human race also fought against the demon god of the other world with weapons in hand.

The human race is unyielding!

The human race is striving for self-improvement!

A tragic war broke out in the high sky. This is a battle of life and death for the human race, and it pulls everyone's minds.

The half-ancestor of the white tiger let out a low growl, and the tiger howled in the sky, "Zhuangzi, Confucius, although I am not a human race, the white tiger clan has lived with the human race for millions of years. The Changsheng Continent is not only the home of the human race, but also the home of my white tiger clan! I Come to help you suppress this alien demon god!"

The phoenix celestial girl's clothes were stained with tears, and she let out a clear and clear phoenix scream, "The white tiger is right. For millions of years, the Phoenix clan has lived with the human race, and the Changsheng Continent is not just your human race's homeland! Let's kill the demon gods of other races together! , even if you die today, you must leave a stable home for your children and grandchildren.”

kill!

The sound of killing sounded, and blood and tears were shed.

Killing sound and blood and tears played a tragic and unyielding struggle elegy.

The world is in turmoil, and the demon gods from other worlds are roaring.

The siege of all the half-ancestors in the Changsheng Continent, even if he is the ancestor god of a foreign race, he couldn't bear it. Wanzhang's body was covered with shocking scars, and his soul was traumatized.

The alien demon roared up to the sky. He held up the bone spear in his hand, and the bone spear nailed Confucius' tall and burly body in the void, causing Confucius to bleed profusely.

The butterfly transformed by Zhuangzi had one wing broken, half of his head was cut off by the bone spear, and the remaining wing was still flapping.

Xuanzu of the Great Yin Dynasty was torn into two pieces by a demon god from another world, but his broken body was still struggling to fight.

The bones of Xuanzu of the Great Shang Dynasty were all shattered, but his figure was still upright.

The white tiger's half-ancestor's huge tiger body was stripped of its fur, revealing stubble, still roaring.

The phoenix celestial girl was no longer a celestial girl, her whole body was soaked in blood, and the flames kept rising from her body. She even used her soul as a guide to ignite an even more terrifying fire.

On the earth, people have cried into tears.

"Zhuangzi..."

"Confucius...."

High in the sky, Concubine Li Xian held the long sword in her hand. She swung sword after sword, beheading countless monsters from other worlds.Concubine Li Xian felt that her arm was numb, she was still struggling to kill with tears on her face.

Concubine Li Xian, who never shed tears, shed tears.

She hates!

Hate that I don't have the cultivation base that overwhelms Daqian like my father, hate myself for not being able to intervene in the battle between the half-ancestor and the ancestor god, and hate myself for not being able to help Zhuangzi and Confucius.