Legend Of Lightning Warriors II: The Eye of the Gods
The Great War XVII
Duarr!!!
A huge explosion was heard. The ten figures were no longer fooling around. Just as the fight was about to begin, they had launched an attack with the greatest skill of his.
Yush!!!
The fight continues. The ten figures were aware that if facing the God-Man Grandfather remotely, they would not be able to win. The hope of winning is absolutely nonexistent.
That was why, the ten people preferred to attack from close range in hopes of killing the God-Man Grandfather.
They were very confident that if they were able to cooperate well, the figure of the old man could definitely be killed easily. As long as the ten complement each other.
As a figure who was already full with a myriad of experiences, the God-Man Grandfather could definitely read what the ten opponents were planning to do.
He threw a warm smile. A warm smile but death.
Yush!!!
The branch!!! The branch!!!
Two high-class heirloom weapons had been broken with just the clasps of both fingers of the God-Man Grandfather.
The clasps of the old man's two fingers turned out to be harder than steel and stronger than the bite of a predatory tiger.
Each of the owners was shocked to death. They never imagined that the heirloom weapon that had been proud of, turned out to be broken with just a clasp of a finger.
Crash!!!
White light flashed. Two heads were thrown away and then rolled down onto the ground.
The remaining eight enemies wanted to make a move, but they did not have time to do so. Because right after killing two high-class figures, the God-Man Grandfather sent back a series of devastating attacks.
Both hands moved together. The two hands launched an extremely quick chain-shot. The prick with his index finger is very strong. The puncture can even destroy a large stone.
Blarr!!! Bokered up!!!
Explosion after explosion. The Grandfather of the God-Man Sakti did not stop launching devastating attacks.
Moments later, one by one his opponents began to die. The finger pricks and palm strikes of the old geezer were really hard to imagine. In this world, maybe only he can do that.
Crash!!! Slebb!!!
With just a finger, he was able to pierce through the throat of a top-class figure from another Empire. With just a slash of his hand, he was able to make the head cut of a famous figure from another land.
His hands are like swords. His prick was like the tip of a very sharp spear eye.
It was as if the fingers and hands were an heirloom weapon. A terrible unrivaled heirloom.
Eight human lives were again floated by the God-Man Grandfather. The surrounding situation became stifling. The enemy troops no longer dared to approach after they had seen tens of thousands of colleagues thrown and killed right then and there.
The wind blew carrying the fishy smell of blood. Dust covered the eyes.
At that moment, the God-Man Grandfather was standing while looking at the circumstances around him. His eyes looked around, he smiled warmly. But behind the warmth of his smile, there was a sadness that could not be told.
When will this war take place? How many more people will be the next victims? Will this war repeat itself?
A wide variety of questions came to his mind in turn. The Grandfather of the God-Man Sakti was unable to answer his own question. He was only able to sigh deeply while regretting what the humans were doing.
What the hell is going on?
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Huang Taiji fought fiercely against the five martial artists of the Tang Empire. That half-God Man had unleashed his power to the maximum. He's already very angry. He no longer forgives anyone who dares to stand in his way.
Five warriors choose a match that is one group. Their cooperation has been famous in his country. Everyone in the martial world knows the five of them.
The five were commonly nicknamed the Five Wolves of Famine. Dubbed as such the reason is because when they make a fight, the five will attack brutally like a herd of hungry wolves.
Five Hungry Wolves attacked with a thump. Five kinds of heirloom weapons came crashing down on Huang Taiji the Spearless Sword Intent fiercely.
Five reel rays like a reed look beautiful yet terrifying. Behind that beauty is a threat. A terrible threat called death.
Yush!!! Yush!!! The branch!!!
Five different kinds of attacks were crashing towards Huang Taiji, he managed to resist. The Heaven's Path Spear Sword was lifted up then with lightning movements instantly resisted the onslaught of the attack.
That match-picking heirloom weapon gave off a dazzling light to the eyes. Hot and cold weather spread to all corners of the wind.
Yush!!!
The Spearless Sword Intent moved first. The Heaven Hell Spear Sword moved extremely quickly beyond one's breath.
Huang Taiji attacked fiercely. Right now he had already unleashed his true strength, even unknowingly the old man unleashed a hint of the power of the Gods.
If it was like that, who would be able to endure it?
Crash!!!
In just a few moments, five lives had been lost. The Heaven Hell Spear Sword managed to take the lives of five swordsmen choose the match.
Blood gushed out profusely.
Huang Taiji smiled coldly. After his five opponents were killed, he immediately went to look for another opponent again.
This great war has been going on for quite a while. The casualties from both sides were numerous. The upper class figures of each Empire had already lost many lives.
Including the ten strongest figures of the Wei Empire. Of those ten figures, now all that was left were Emperor Wei An, the Thunderbolt Swordsman and the King of the Thousand Swords.
The rest, they're dead. They died as heroes defending their homeland with all their abilities.
The families of the victims who knew the news of the deaths of the figures immediately cried hysterically.
The young swordsmen in question were furious. They hit anyone who dared to stand in his way. The anger can no longer be explained. His grudge can no longer be described.
The granddaughter of each of these figures released strength up to the highest point. They were like young dragons dancing among the whirlpools of the storm.
The fight of young warriors who will become the next generation is increasingly tense. They brought out the strongest moves in a row.
His strength seemed to increase by several times. Moi Xiuhan, Li Meng Yi, Eng Kiam and the others fought with all their might. They vent their anger on the enemy troops or on the warriors who are now fighting with each of them.
The sound of the explosion never stopped. The rays coming from all sorts of monstrous moves never disappeared from sight. The light kept changing as the war went on.