Chapter 1645: Rise of War

Chapter 1645: Rising War Will
This is a series of runes that are flashing with green light. They look rich in metal texture, just like the fine gold casting, giving people an indestructible visual impact.
Moreover, with the formation of these blue lines, the momentum of the mask man also suddenly multiplied, a breath of horror spreading out, as if a giant monster had awakened, it was extremely terrible and it was too close Those Wraith Army troops step backwards involuntarily,
At this moment, no matter whether it is a person in the tenth city or a distant human army, everyone's eyes are focused on this mask man,
His mask had come off, showing an extremely ugly face. Because of his anger, the ugly face was even more embarrassing. It looked as embarrassing as a devil who escaped from hell, making people almost afraid to go. Look directly,
With the momentum rising slowly on him, the distant Qiong Linger, Yan Qing and others all showed anxious expressions.
This mask man has been able to exert his seventh-order strength without using runes before. Now, after he condenses his own runes, what strength should he soar,
Although it is impossible to use the power of Tiandi Avenue, the innate runes of the Wuling tribe can multiply their strength and defense.
Therefore, the surroundings are cold fields and afterimages. At this moment, the complexion is dignified.
This person is the body of the Lord of the Witch spirits, and is not inferior to them physically. In this environment, the other party will have a slight advantage because of the rune defense and strength.
Although each is a province, Feng Hao has now become the backbone of the morale of the Terran Army. If he is defeated, what consequences will they have, they will be clear.
Therefore, it's Leng Yusen, and I don't want to see Feng Hao defeat at this moment.
"This guy doesn't know if it is a virtual martial art, and even if it is the rice buckets of the past, it doesn't seem to be very good ..."
Leng Yusen murmured in whisper, some regretted that he did not shoot early,
Although the Lord of the Virtual Martial Arts has been strong through the ages, it is much worse than the body of the true God Lord, so at this time in his view, Feng Hao, even though it is a virtual Wu body, is not likely to be this. Opponent of the spirit master
The people in the tenth city were shocked. They never thought that the Wuling tribe had hidden this class of strong men, which made some careful people in the shadows uneasy.
It is not difficult for a strong man of this level to take the lead and take the lead among thousands of horses. Therefore, if he is opposed to a Wuling tribe with such a card, there is definitely no good fruit to eat.
...
Feng Hao's complexion was also dignified, he could perceive that since the opponent had condensed the Rune of Destiny, the momentum that erupted had already faintly surpassed himself,
"Unexpectedly, I encountered such a tough opponent ..."
Although thinking about it, the golden trend in the body is more and more tumbling, and even Feng Hao's body is coated with a golden halo. At the same time, a great momentum is slowly Rising, Feng Hao's figure is much taller in the eyes of everyone,
"war."
There was no war intention for a long time, and at this moment, it broke out completely. Fenghao's eyes showed bloodshots, and a violent momentum spread at the same time.
He didn't remember how long no one had aroused his warfare. At this moment, in the face of the pressure given by the masked man, the battle tactics spontaneously operated on his own, an unyielding warfare, if it was a sword He burst out from his heart, and suddenly, like a peerless excalibur, stood there, extremely shocking,
"Sculpture of worms is just dying."
After a flash of surprise in the eyes of the man in the mask, he suddenly became cold again. After the corner of his mouth was slightly skimmed, his feet suddenly swelled. The whole person leaped into the air, turned into a sharp arrow, and quickly rushed into the wind. Ho,
"Scythe of the Witch God."
The man is in the air, two cold words spit out of the man's mouth, and a sickle made of blue runes was held in his hand, spreading an amazing evil spirit,
"He must die."
There was a smirk in the mouth of the head of the Wuling clan, his fists were waving fiercely, and his eyes were full of fanaticism.
On the side, the same is true of some powerful spirits of the Wuling tribe. This is the body of the gods of their Wuling tribe. They are the strongest people. They believe that the masked man who has condensed the runes of his destiny must be what he wants. Anyone who stands in front of him will be crushed,
"Humph."
Feng Hao snorted slightly, stretched out his palm, and spit out the cold words in his mouth, "Heavenly kill."
Starting with a war will, a golden long sword is directly condensed in Feng Hao's hands, showing its sharp edge. If it is a peerless sword, the killing is as if
"Well."
Without any hesitation, Feng Hao's feet arrived slightly, and the whole person turned into a tiger out of the cage, holding a golden long sword, and killed the past.
"clang,……"
The sickle condensed by the blue runes collided with the golden yellow sword. As the Wuling people expected, the scene did not appear. The golden yellow sword in Feng Hao's hands did not break. The two sides collided together and turned out to be bursts. A rustling sound of metal,
The strong wind roared from between the two, and some people who were too close to the Wuling tribe were immediately lifted out like the duckweed. With the two as the center, it turned out to be a big one. Deep pit
Looking at the two who could not hold each other, everyone could not help but take a breath.
This masked man, when he did not consolidate the destiny rune, had already reached the seventh-order strength, but at this time still could not help Feng Hao, which shows that Feng Hao has no less than his physique and background
"impossible."
Looking at Feng Hao's retreat, the ugly face of the mask man was full of miserable looks, and I didn't believe that there were people in this world who could resist themselves.
Compared with the Wuling tribe, the terrestrial army is bursting with cheers. The emotions of all people are extremely high, and their complexions are red.
"Ha ha, the wind boy is really good, the ugly ghost."
Longyueguan shouted aloud, some anxious to jump down and kill a lot,
"Did he already control the virtual martial arts body."
Leng Yusen and the afterimage looked at each other, both of them looked dignified.
There has been a detailed record of how the strength of the virtual martial arts dynasties has been. At this time, Feng Hao's strength has far exceeded the strength of the virtual martial arts dynasties.