Chapter 469: : The last glory, the hand of the gods!

"Get vomiting..."
The hand of God is madly spit blood, and the blood of the mouth is not flowing out of the mouth, and he is almost dead. At this moment, he completely ignores the muscle tissue of his body and becomes a meat, spine. The break has become a broken state. The pain in the body can't stop his movements. He has already set his life and death to the outside. He is resolutely determined to return to the same momentum and the devil-like face, showing that the hand of God is How thorough is crazy.
Let's die, bastard, go to with Lao Tzu.
This violent voice resounded throughout the world.
"Hey..."
The golden brilliance spreads out, and the golden light that condenses on the hand of God blooms like a fireworks that bursts open, and then back under the gaze of everyone.
Spread together to maximize energy.
The hand of God is full of blood, and the soft-skinned one has been beaten by the of war. If he is not holding his hands tightly, he has already been soft on the ground.
The body is beaten into a skeleton by the human body, the muscles are beaten into meat, bones and broken into dross...
Such pain, who can bear, the hand of God is in a state of extreme madness, but such pain can not be ignored, it is really deep into the guilt, hurt to the bones.
"Roar……"
The extreme pain infiltrated by the body made his face distorted, and he couldn’t help but ventilate a roar like a wild beast. The original calm and proud marshal’s image disappeared. At this moment, it’s a bit more accurate. It’s incomparably embarrassing to force the wolf to be desperate.
"boom……"
Forcing all the energy into the body, the body of the hand of God is swollen in an instant, just like a balloon bulging, his sneer like a demon, under the soundless world, in the golden brilliance, brilliant Engulfed, turned into a ray of light.
The same goes to the end, self-destruction and death.
The whole world is staring at the earth that has been collapsed more thoroughly. In the incomparable glory, the white light that shines up in the sky is so conspicuous and so prominent.
The hand of God is dead.
The last defender of the North Gate was killed.
Originally quiet and peaceful, the Tiantian City, at this moment is like a human purgatory, lush and quaint trees, flying butterflies and wild butterflies everywhere, even if it is established but it is a person coming and going, full of endless vitality, very lively The Imperial City...
At this moment, a fragment of the wall remains, the smoke is filled, the corpse is everywhere, and the blood flows into the river.
Seeing this collapsed scene, looking at the broken wall and the city gate, everyone inside the destroyed city was silent, and even those who were very enthusiastic about it were no longer talking.
In the face of such a picture, who can still be indifferent.
"Roar……"
A roar, interrupted everyone who was immersed in this incomparable sorrowful atmosphere, looked at the horror, and saw the golden glow of the endless glory, a sturdy figure slowly coming out from the inside.
God of War.
He is not dead.
The eyes of people all over the world can't be suppressed.
MD, this is still not a human being, so it is not dead, relying on, the blow of the hand of God, but sweeping all the places around, look at the outermost, those trees and stones have been shattered Chips and powder, in the most central war gods, did not die.
"Hey..."
"Hey..."
"Hey..."
The footsteps sounded, the dull voice, just like a hammer hitting everyone's heart, the oppressive atmosphere made people forget the breath for a while, hold their breath, and watch the eyes from the eyes. The figure that came out of the golden glow that did not dissipate.
God of War.
Sure enough, he.
Even though 100% of people know this result, but it is not really seen, it is another situation.
Lived, he really survived.
The whole world suddenly became stunned. The self-explosion of the hand of God before was completely equivalent to a small atomic bomb. The power and fierceness reached the extreme. However, this is the case, and the absolute power of maximizing the explosion is absolutely On the day of the God of War, but even so, he is still, not dead.
Many people took a sigh of relief and used to cover up their incredible and embarrassing embarrassment. The vast majority of Chinese players even showed their endless despair, such a presence as a demon, who Can you stop, in the hands of the coalition forces to fight guards, hug everything, but to carry it to this impossible enemy.
No, it is not yet time to despair.
Pickpockets, and pickpockets.
Many people watched the sword smash the head of the beast god, which was taller and cruel than the day of punishment, and the fire of hope in the heart suddenly burned again.
Pickpockets, still.
Conquering the beast, even if the hand is also showing the fatigue, but he has not fallen, then, there is hope, not to mention, the God of War is like a demon, even if you eat a hand of God, crazy The self-destruction did not die, but it was impossible to be completely okay. Before that, the sharp and unstoppable momentum was still there, but it could not cover up the state of being black and red at the moment. The explosion just like this is definitely not the present. He can completely block, he is indeed the of war, the ancient gods, but this is only the will.
This body is still a punishment, not his war gods.
If there is no body as a container, what his will can do, nothing can be done.
Even though the of war used the greatest force to protect this body, but this body is too brittle, and can not completely offset the life-threatening and conviction of God's hand gambling on all life and belief.
On the verge of collapse, the real is on the verge of collapse.
Perhaps many people have had similar experiences, just like running, even though the spirit is very clear, there is no discomfort at all, but the reason for the physical quality causes you to pant, the heart beats vigorously, the lungs and the scorpion are extremely uncomfortable, if You still have to stick to it, then the next moment will directly drag the spirit, and directly fainted because of excessive fatigue.
Today's God of War is somewhat similar, his will is no problem at all, but the body drags him down.
Spirit and flesh are inseparable and affect each other.
Suffering from such a fierce blow, his body, no, should be the body of the sentence, has long been unsuitable for such a terrorist-strength battle, and now it is on the verge of collapse.
The war of the world can not be sinned. At this moment, it is already the end of the road.