Chapter 6125 Who Won This Battle?

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The Nantian Gate is majestic and tall, and Tianwei stands here, making those who step into it feel awe and surrender, but at that moment, they saw a thunder that shattered the sky, flying directly past the Nantian Gate!

"boom!!!"

The thunder dragon tore the sky and the earth, and there was even more endless and endless berserkness. After a shot, the darkness around Qin Yichen disappeared. He was still standing in Tianhe, but he chased him far away.

The Nantian Gate disappeared, and the majestic Heavenly Palace behind the Nantian Gate, the Miaoshen Xia also disappeared without a trace, just like this blow, the Emperor of Heaven fell into the Milky Way from the sky above, and looked down on Aotian!

"You kind of crush my back!!!"

The thunder dragon behind Qin Yichen had already come out, but Tiandi Yuan tightly grasped the dragon spear that pierced his shoulder, and this blow was exactly the same as that of the Desolate God King back then!

Yuan Tiandi's face was also ferocious. At this moment of the battle, the heavens were weeping with blood, and even the Tiandi could not keep calm. He held the thunder light tightly, wishing to crush it into powder.

But this Thief Knife has refined the Thunder Dragon into his own spine, crushing the spine of this Thief Knife, until Emperor Yuan Tian felt chills on his back, as if he had been smashed into bone dregs by the thunder!

It was difficult for Yuan Tiandi to break off the spear head pierced on his shoulder like the Desolate Meteor God King, so he could only pull it out suddenly while gritting his teeth, and then threw away the figure he regarded as a thorn in his side!

However, what made the corners of Yuan Tiandi's mouth twitch was that the thief's sword didn't hide from the revenge he sent back, and even moved his Taoist body to meet the blow with his heart and mouth!

"Little bastard, without the protection of heaven, you dare to be so presumptuous with me!?"

Emperor Yuan Tian gritted his teeth even harder, and made a tactic with his fingertips, and the lightning exploded into a sky full of light, but Qin Yichen's face was still as gloomy as ink.

"Yuantian boy, without your master, how can you sit in your position until now?!"

At that moment, the two stood proudly in Tianhe, looking at each other from a distance, the army under their command continued to retreat, and warships were still dragging the flames of war, retreating to both sides of Tianhe for a truce.

Qin Yichen and Yuan Tiandi looked at each other for a long time, it seemed that because the other was still alive and breathing, neither of them had the strength to shout out that the winner belongs to themselves.

This is an imperial struggle without right or wrong, this is a bloody battle that will make Tianhe's blood go red for thousands of miles, and even the heavens cry for blood.

In this battle, no one even dared to boast that they had won, let alone allow the other party to say that they had won.

Qin Yichen stood quietly in Tianhe like that, his face was cold and stern, just like the primordial spirit standing in the alchemy hall of the human race.

He looked at the blood-weeping sky, and couldn't help trembling. How much blood of a hero would it take to bring the world back to life?

Feng Jiuman was the first to return to Wentian Pass, and they also lost tens of thousands of brothers in Fengsui City along the way. When they came back, there were only less than 200,000.

They hated those rats in Anbu, Feng Jiuman wanted to stop flying more than once, and dragged those rats out from the darkness and trampled them to death.

But along the way, even if he was attacked by surprise, he could only grit his teeth and move forward, follow the military order, and rush back to Wentian Pass as quickly as possible.

However, across the Tianhe River, when he rushed back, Wentianguan no longer needed his protection. Obviously, he came back too late.

Wentian Pass is broken, those cohesive killing formation restrictions built little by little based on the Emperor Que clan's heritage, and those secret realm Taoist palaces that contain magic are all fragmented.

Wentian Hall, Great General Hall, Tianxuan Hall, Yuheng Hall... Even the dome of Mr. Bai's Star Observation Hall was burned, and the beams and pillars smashed into the main hall.

And everything in front of him was enough to make Feng Jiuman stunned in place.

Xiaoyu, Kong Wu, Xiaoguai, and Leiqiu all fell into a pool of blood. They were serious injuries that only needed a heavenly soldier to make up the knife, and they could take their lives!

Feng Jiuman was very puzzled, why, Wen Tianguan was dyed red, just like... the color of blood in their bones.

Both Bai Haoran and Bai Qianqian fell in a pool of blood. The two brothers and sisters of the son of Bai Ze were also flicked by the King of Desolate Meteor, and their bones were shattered, and Daowei collapsed.

And Jiang Buyong's blood was almost drained, he couldn't even fly, he could only stand on a higher ruin.

He still maintains the posture of drawing the bow and shooting arrows, or in other words, his divine power is withered, his strength is stiff, and he can no longer move.

His figure is not just rickety, but as thin as a dead tree. His blood has drained dry, and his white hair and beard have turned into a dull color. brilliance.

It was no longer possible to condense a single blood arrow on the Meteor Bow.

Suddenly, another human race like locusts flew in, but the god king of the Desolate God King could not be found in the huge Wentian Pass.

Only the cracked unicorn egg was left in place, and the cracks exuded auspicious brilliance, blessing everyone, so that every figure that fell in the pool of blood would not stop breathing.

Feng Jiuman had never seen this scene before. To be honest, he had thought about it before. These human races were not of the same kind as them. It was obvious that they were dragging their backs and embarrassing them.

But at the moment...

"Plop!"

Feng Jiuman knelt on the ground trembling, obviously he hadn't exerted much strength in this battle, and he was holding the machete tightly in his hand, but for some reason, the pool of blood all over the sky made him kneel on the ground.

Feng Jiuman opened his mouth wide, he wanted to say something, to scold, to howl, but there was no sound in his throat, just like Wentianguan who was immersed in dead silence after getting rid of the crimson at this moment.

Feng Jiuman grabbed his hair, the pool of blood gradually spread, and stayed in front of his knees, still burning hot.

"Whoosh!!!"

As if being scalded, Feng Jiuman picked up the machete and stood up abruptly, soaring into the sky, his shape was like a Shura.

"Where did you go! Where did the offal go!"

"Grandpa Feng Jiuman is here! Desolate Meteor God King, isn't your power destroying the world! Isn't it covering the universe!"

"Grandpa is back! Come out and fight with grandpa! Your grandpa and I are the warriors of Fengshui City!"

One by one of the same clan flew up, but four or five people couldn't hold back Feng Jiuman.

What a bully!

In this battle, the human race lost more heroes than they have been oppressed by the ten thousand races for so many years!

"Whoosh..."

A ray of divine light soared into the sky, it was Empress Xixia, she looked at Wentianguan, which had turned into a sea of ​​blood, her lips were biting white, she seemed afraid to look at it, let alone look at Hua Jingnan.

"sorry……"

She didn't dare to come here until the God King Desolate Meteor had left.

Hua Jingnan didn't say anything, just swept away the ruins of the teleportation formation with a wave of her sleeves, and with her power, the formation patterns were reunited in a moment.

The brilliance of the teleportation array flashed, and Qin Yichen crowded out of it like crazy. When Bai Guanxing walked out of it, the little girl was full of blood and teeth, she was really angry: "Is this also your plan?!"