Chapter 382 The Battle Is Fierce, the Eighth-Grade Grandmaster's Thunder Sword

Chapter 382 The battle is fierce. Chen Tao, the eighth-grade grandmaster of the Thunder Sword, kills beasts of the same level like slaughtering dogs.

In the face of this sudden change, most of the residents of the original secret realm turned pale in an instant, with incredible fear in their eyes.

Staring at the strange beast on the projection that seemed to be right in front of them, like a nightmare, they were extremely shocked.

Huge and ferocious, with a dark light flashing on its body, it seemed like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, which made people feel cold.

A middle-aged native man widened his eyes in horror, and the newly bought mobile phone in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Bang~"

The dull sound seemed to knock on everyone's heart.

He seemed to have never heard of this and screamed.

"Oh my God! Is this the legendary beast? Is this the enemy that Daxia is going to fight?"

"This terrifying image and power are simply beyond imagination! How can we win? It's over! The world is going to be destroyed!"

On the other side, a former aboriginal boy who had just passed the trial and officially became a warrior.

Looking at this horrifying scene, his face was as pale as paper, his body was shaky, and a strong panic surged in his heart.

"I... I have also become a warrior. Will I be sent to such a battlefield in the future?"

"I am still so young and have not had time to enjoy life. Am I going to be thrown into that endless meat grinder to face such a terrifying enemy?"

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sad, and tears fell silently.

In other places, the aboriginals from different secret realms were even more talking and shocked.

They had also heard the immortal masters talk about those monsters from the dark world.

But at this moment, seeing it with their own eyes, they really felt the suffocating sense of oppression.

"So... So these are the monsters that the immortal masters are talking about!"

"Is Daxia fighting against these monsters?"

An old man rubbed his wrinkled face hard.

The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together because of fear, as if telling the fear that could not be erased by time.

The tone of exclamation was also dry, as if it was squeezed out from his throat bit by bit.

"Monsters! There are really monsters in this world! It's really scary!"

There were screams from the crowd, and the native women hugged their children tightly.

The native children hid behind their mothers, their eyes wide open, full of fear and curiosity.

Relatively speaking, these native people who came out of the major secret realms and joined Daxia later.

The psychological endurance is not as tough as that of the Daxia people who have experienced wind and rain.

Before leaving the small secret realm of the sect, most of the native people had almost no real face-to-face confrontation with strange beasts in their life experience.

Although they have been trying to adapt to the pace of life and environment in Daxia during this period of time.

Some of the best have even successfully broken through to become warriors through their own unremitting efforts and killed many strange beasts.

But in the past team hunting and fighting experience, they often faced individual strange beasts, no more than two digits at most.

Rather than the magnificent and shocking beast tide attacking the city in front of them.

Not to mention the unprecedented and unheard-of super war scene now.

Billions of strange beasts attacked like a storm.

The overwhelming sense of oppression and destructive breath, as well as the desperate number gap.

Not to mention the less experienced indigenous people, even the experienced Daxia people were also trembling in their hearts.

In that seemingly vast projection, the battle has gradually entered a white-hot stage as time goes by.

Hundreds of thousands of sixth-grade quasi-grandmaster-level warriors surged like a wave.

Their eyes were firm and resolute, holding their weapons tightly in their hands or controlling powerful martial arts.

Attack the endless stream of strange beasts.

Every attack seemed to break the silence between heaven and earth, sword light, fist force, knife light...

Dazzling light swayed out, falling into the beast herd like a meteor shower.

In an instant, countless bloody bodies were left behind, dyeing the already scarlet ground deeper.

At the other end of the battlefield, the eighth-grade grandmasters and some ninth-grade peak beings.

They were shining like stars, each opening up an independent second battlefield.

They fought desperately with those beast generals and beast kings with powerful wisdom and terrifying strength.

Every collision aroused earth-shaking energy fluctuations.

Every punch and kick was accompanied by a tragic scene of blood and flesh flying.

The confrontation between strength and strength made the air tremble, and every confrontation seemed to hit the soul of the viewer.

Normally, there is no way to shoot the battle scene of high-level warriors, but who made this projection Lin Pingan's means.

With his strength at the peak of the ninth heaven, it was a piece of cake.

As the thought moved, new changes appeared in the projection on the Great Xia human realm. In addition to the first battlefield, the eighth and ninth level battle scenes also appeared one after another.

Since then, the people of Great Xia have witnessed various high-level battle scenes.

After that, screams rang out one after another.

"Look! Look! That... that is not the eighth-level grandmaster of the Southwest College, Vice President Chen Tao of the Thunder Sword... It turns out that he has gone to the front line to fight!"

"Ahhh! It's amazing!"

"Vice President Chen is already at the peak of the eighth level, and it seems that he may soon break through the peak of the ninth level!"

"Slaughtering the beast king of the same level is like slaughtering a dog. Vice President Chen is so handsome."

In the picture, on the battlefield with flames everywhere, an eighth-grade grandmaster with a handsome face and wearing an iron-blooded battle robe stands proudly.

His eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and there is an unfathomable pressure all over his body.

But if you look closely, you can feel the coldness and ruthlessness hidden in the depths of his eyes.

It seems that the high heaven is only indifferent and lonely.

Chen Tao holds a long sword in his hand. This sword is not ordinary iron, but is taken from the bones and crystal core of an eighth-grade peak thunder beast that has been hunted. It has been forged through thousands of hammers, quenching, and blood and flesh sacrifices.

The sword body flows with dazzling lightning power, as if it contains endless destructive energy.

He saw that his sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and his wrist shook lightly, instantly attracting the endless thunder power between heaven and earth, gathering on the tip of the sword.

His figure flashed, and the sword stabbed straight at a beast commander who was as tall as a mountain.

Although the opponent was thick-skinned and fierce, he seemed so small and powerless in front of this sword.

Where the tip of the sword pointed, the space seemed to be split apart by an invisible force.

A slender space crack quietly appeared, revealing a heart-pounding darkness and coldness.

In an instant, accompanied by a deafening thunder, the long sword accurately penetrated the beast commander's hard scales.

Splitting it in two from head to tail, the huge body fell down with a bang, stirring up dust all over the sky.