C709 World War Ii Dichong

The Goddess was protected by the people of Divine Valley, including Lin Feng and the others. All of their injuries were very serious.

At the same time, the experts of Divine Valley had gathered here. Dichong had also brought a lot of experts with him. Those experts were pushing forward in other directions, but there was nothing they could do to stop them. The people of Divine Valley were killed one after another.

Divine Valley had been completely defeated, and was now at a complete disadvantage.

"Kill!" When they saw Dichong rushing over, the older generation experts of the Divine Valley fearlessly blocked his path, and protected the few young men behind him.

Dichong didn't even take a second look at them. He threw a punch at them, and countless of them fell to the ground one after another. They weren't on the same level at all.

"Dichong, aren't you afraid that you will be punished if you kill the people of Divine Valley like this?" The crowd was forced to retreat. Dichong was going to kill Goddess and the others. Some of them were in a hurry and couldn't do anything about it, so they shouted furiously.

"So what if I kill them?" Dichong said indifferently, "I, Dichong, will kill whoever I want. Even if it's the Divine Valley, if I don't like it, I will still push it away in the future."

"You..." That man was very angry, "Let's fight it out with him."

A group of people charged out madly. "Goddess, you guys go first."

"Don't even think about leaving!" Dichong coldly snorted. "Everyone, listen up! Don't leave a single one alive!"

"Yes." The experts from the Holy Temple responded with a loud bang. Their morale became even more violent, and they fiercely chased after all directions. They were incomparably ferocious. It wasn't because they were strong enough, but because most of the experts from the Divine Valley had been stopped by Dichong.

Dichong's expression was cold as he strode past. A group of experts from the Divine Valley rushed towards him while roaring furiously. Dichong sent them flying with two punches in a row.

"Elder Dong..." Someone from behind cried out in grief. There was another expert at the Void Stage just now, but it was still killed by Dichong.

The experts from the Divine Valley were knocked back one after another.

All of this happened in a split second. Goddess and the others barely managed to stand up, but many more died in the battle ahead.

"Goddess, you guys should leave now."

"I'll stop them. You guys go first." The Goddess lightly snorted, her battle intent going crazy. She recovered a bit more, still full of battle intent. This woman had the potential to be a battle madman.

"Hurry up and leave, it's too late..."

"Haha, where are you running to!?"

"Kill them..." These were the experts from the Holy Temple. Each of them had an imposing manner. Amongst them, there were two expert at the Void Stage from the Holy Temple, one from the Huangfu family, and one expert at the Void Stage from the Wang family. Under the lead of these people, a group of people was hunting them down.

* Hong! * Dichong threw a punch at the few people who were standing in front of Goddess. His punch was unstoppable.

Almost at the same time, the experts from the Holy Temple were chasing after their opponents in high spirits. However, all of a sudden, they were sent flying away without any resistance, screaming miserably.

They saw a sharp sword shadow approaching from afar. Wherever it passed, it would sweep away everything in its path. However, there was an obstruction, and all of them were sent flying away.

When it got closer, the people could vaguely see a black figure. However, it gave people the impression that it was a sword. It was a sharp sword, a violent sword, and it also had intelligence.

It was Zuo Yu who had arrived. However, his speed was too fast, and his shadow was blurry. Except for a few people, ordinary people wouldn't be able to recognize anything.

"How dare you!" The four expert at the Void Stage from the Holy Temple roared furiously and surrounded them.

Zuo Yu didn't slow down, nor did he dodge. He also threw a punch forward, and it seemed like his punch had split into four punches, attacking the enemies from all four directions.

Boom! There was only a violent collision sound. The four of them were sent flying in all directions like angels. Their speed was even faster than their speed. Blood was flowing out from their eyes, nose, and mouth. They were still in the air, but they had already died.

Zuo Yu didn't slow down. He rushed forward.

He had just arrived from the Holy Temple's camp. As he rushed past, the Holy Temple's camp was thrown into chaos. More than half of their men, including the four Void Stage warriors, were instantly killed. This was even more violent than a bulldozer.

If someone were to look down from the sky, they would find out that when Dichong was sweeping across the Divine Valley, Zuo Yu had also arrived in an instant. He had killed someone from another direction.

The two of them were almost the same. Both of them had the same fist force, sweeping away everything in their path and crushing everything in their path.

Dichong wanted to be one step ahead, while Zuo Yu wanted to be one step later. However, Dichong was pretending to be cool. He didn't rush forward to kill, but Zuo Yu was rushing forward at an incredible speed. In the end, Dichong realized that the person who had arrived had already stopped, but Zuo Yu was still rushing forward to kill him.

All of this happened in an instant. This was the exchange of blows between true experts. Dichong was slightly delayed, but Zuo Yu had already arrived, and the number of people he had killed was several times greater than his.

Zuo Yu flashed past at an extremely fast speed. He was like an illusory shadow, shuttling through the void and arriving in front of Dichong in an instant.

Dichong felt the arrival of someone. Just as he turned around and left, he was still maintaining his cold and stern appearance, but Zuo Yu had already arrived. Thousands of miles in an instant wasn't an empty space. This distance wasn't a small distance at all.

"Humph." Dichong coldly harrumphed, and a trace of anger emerged in his heart. He had always been the one standing there. Every time he made a pose, everyone would tremble in fear. This man had actually interrupted his rhythm and was now charging towards him.

Dichong's reaction wasn't slow at all. He threw a punch forward. No matter how great the storm was, he would break it with a single punch.

Zuo Yu rushed forward with extreme speed. His Divine Weapon body was boiling, and his Qi was soaring. It was also a simple and direct punch that went forward with indomitable will, and it was filled with killing intent.

The two of them exchanged blows just like that. It was a simple and direct punch.

Boom! In an instant, the weather changed, and the void exploded. The space between the two of them had turned into chaos.

Zuo Yu somersaulted a few times in the air, and his movements were fluid and natural. He followed the footwork and landed on the ground, but he still took two steps back.

Dichong, however, was not as calm as before. He also took two steps back in a row.

"Haha, it really hurts." Zuo Yu shook his fist and said with a smile.

He rushed over at high speed and had the advantage of charging, but he did not gain any advantage. Dichong had improved compared to the last time.

Zuo Yu was not afraid at all. His fighting spirit was burning, and he was filled with endless heroic spirit.

"You really dare to come! Very good!" Dichong's expression was cold as he stared at Zuo Yu. Just now, he had taken two small steps back. He could not let go of this feeling, and his killing intent grew even stronger. "This time, you must die!"

Dichong's battle intent was domineering and wild. This was the domineering aura of an emperor. His Qi soared without any regard for the heroes of the world. He was furious. He wanted to kill someone. This was the will he gave to others. If I want to kill someone, that person will die... This was his martial arts, the path of the Tyrant, and it pissed him off. However, it also made people tremble in fear.

This indicated that Dichong had become serious. Everything had been brought to its peak.

"Haha, come again." Zuo Yu grinned. After stabilizing himself, he turned around with a flash and charged forward. He was like a flying sword that was flying in the air without any delay.

Dichong's words were still ringing in his ears, but he also charged forward. He didn't use the signature divine ability of Holy Temple. The sun rose from the east, and just like Zuo Yu, he threw out a clean punch.

The two of them were like two illusory figures. Wherever they passed, the void would tremble or shatter, making it even harder for them to distinguish them.

Ordinary people would only feel that a sharp sword was fighting against a domineering figure. Their silhouettes were flashing in all directions. A moment ago, they had arrived at the Divine Valley's camp. Two of them had been killed by the aftermath of the battle. In the next moment, they had arrived at the Holy Temple's camp. A group of people had just gathered together in a panic. In an instant, a large group of people fell to the ground, and even more were killed.

Wherever they went, the void shattered one after another.

"You are courting death!" Dichong coldly harrumphed. His face was gloomy. He was truly infuriated. When Zuo Yu was fighting him just now, he was distracted by killing a few people.

"Haha, I think you have already said it a few times." Zuo Yu said with a loud laugh. His combat intent was awe-inspiring, and his Qi was soaring.

* Rumble! * Dichong's face turned cold. He threw out his fists continuously. It was simple and direct, but it was incomparably fierce. The void was shattered one after another, and it was a misty scene.

Zuo Yu took a few steps back, and then disappeared.

* Swoosh! * The instant Nine Square Heaven of Death seemed to be just a flash, but it was actually nine consecutive strikes.