After Yang Hao figured out what the rain of souls was, the black filaments had even floated over people's heads. Only at this time did the bears finally feel the power that was unimaginable. These powers were not only powerful, but even seemed to be something that should not exist in this world at all.

Yang Hao clearly noticed that each of the tiny black silk seemed to contain the powerful energy of a nuclear explosion. The King's Swords Division's King's Array is finally extremely powerful and famous in the universe, but the launch of the King's Array may be equivalent to a small black silk.

But now, there are tens of millions of thin filaments floating all over the sky. Such a scale and such energy are simply not something that people can bear.

There is only one magic bear group and a Hao sword group with almost no combat power here. Even if he sacrifices his life, he will never be able to continue such a high-energy sword move at once.

Moreover, now all the people shrouded in the sky have no way to escape. No matter where they escape, they will never have a way to survive. What Wang Mu set up was a dead situation, a dead situation set by his own life and soul, his decades of skills and future lives.

Yang Hao looked at the panic look of the people around him, and he could only sigh. He even lost the desire to resist anymore. He just waited for the fate of the destiny that would instantly evaporate after the thin filaments fell on his head.

In a few seconds, the first black silk will fall on the head of the highest bear. The black "night rain is like silk" will finally complete its first life since its creation.

No one can change such an ending, no one can.

Except for God.

Just when Wang Mu was excited about his success in his move, and when everyone was desperate about it, a light shot straight from the sky, and this light was so dazzling that it was reflected when tens of thousands of light flows passed through the diamond.

This light seemed to have traveled through the entire universe and then traveled to this planet for a long distance. It was astonishingly fast, and in just half a second, it had already enveloped everyone. Whether it was Yang Hao, the Demon Bear Group or the Hao Sword Group, they were all wrapped in this light without exception.

Then, the black silk fell down. But what they met was not the human body, but the dazzling light. The light seemed to be for the black silk. The two were holding opposite energy. After they came into contact with each other, they formed a strange (the energy complementary all the way. The white energy gradually entered the silk threads, filling the black. Although Wang Mu's "Night Rain Like Silk" was an extremely dark and extremely black trick, the light was full of brilliance, which could neutralize the entire unstoppable sword technique.

The soul rain that once killed all the practitioners, but now known as unrivaled night rain is even less intense than this light. When the last black silk is neutralized, the light is dimmed, but it still warms people softly.

And the human bears all saw that at the source of this light, in the deep universe, the huge body of the Holy Bear was looming. It is obvious that the light just now was the power of the Holy Bears, and only the power of God can save and protect their people so appropriately.

When the Holy Bear was framed and sealed by the Empire, the Human Bear Clan was humiliated by the imperial nobles, but now the situation is completely different. The God Clan has recovered, and under the protection of the God Clan, the Human Bear Clan will become the most endless race.

"Holy Bear!Holy Bear!Holy Bear!!!" The demon bear group burst out with a unanimous roar, and the big and thick bears cheered and were grateful for the arrival of God.

And in this jubilation, only Wang Mu was sad. He stared blankly at everything in front of him, as if these things could not happen. Wang Mu really couldn't imagine why he had practiced hard for so many years, why he would rather spend ten years of his life, and why one of the most powerful swordsmanship in the world could not work.

Wang Mu naturally would not understand that he is standing on other people's land now and is an enemy of other gods' people. No matter how powerful Wang Mu has, it is difficult to win the final victory.

Just as Wang Mu was dazed, he suddenly felt a grief in his chest. This grief was extraordinary, as if his favorite playmate was taken away by someone else in his childhood, and he was only in the dark, staring blankly at the back of others leaving.

Wang Mu had to look down. He saw something that had been expected. He saw a long iron spear inserted into his chest, the iron spear belonging to the Demon Bear Group.

This was when Wang Mu was in a daze. Kevin took advantage of his inattention and threw out the iron spear, hitting Wang Mu's chest and shot him into the opposite direction. The thick iron spear was still trembling, making Wang Mu's heart beat

He felt that life was slowly passing with blood, and the dreams and glory of the years passed by.

"Well, you're better dead." Wang Mu murmured. He touched the iron spear with his hand. It felt cold, as if he had touched the hilt of the sword for the first time. Wang Mu raised his head and saw the remaining subordinates of the King's Sword Division, all of whom had flew out of the atmosphere of the satellite and shot towards the fleet quickly. Wang Mu knew that these fire seeds that he had saved with his life would fulfill all his wishes.

Wang Mu played the sword again. This time the sound was much nicer and even a little pleasant, but unfortunately no one could appreciate it.

Then he raised his sword, used his last little strength to shoot the last sword in his life.

The Dragon Sword!!!

The sky shines like dawn.

No matter what the result was, this day was taught a bloody lesson to Yang Hao, that is, don’t chase the enemy, otherwise, the enemy who was forced to do so would burst out with power that no one could predict. No one could be an enemy of those who sacrificed their lives, even a god like the Holy Bear could not.

Just like Wang Mu today, he was completely defeated, from the commander of a legion to fighting alone to the one person, even the strongest sword technique was broken. He was even about to die, and the famous iron spear of the Demon Bear Group was inserted in his chest, and the wound as thick as a bowl, completely tearing his heart apart. Wang Mu was really already drooping, but he had the most invincible courage in this world, and he was no longer afraid of death.

No one knows how terrible Wang Mu would be like this, but everyone will see it. Seeing Wang Mu lifting his sword, although he no longer had much true energy - Ye Yu Rusi wasted all his energy just now. He no longer had murderous aura. In his eyes, except for the smile, he only sighed.

Are you sighing that everyone in this world has left him? Are you sighing that you can no longer see the sunshine of tomorrow? Are you sighing that the spring breeze blows open the wild flowers in your hometown, but he only yearns for it?

Wang Mu set out his sword. He gently wrote down the fourteen most beautiful lines with a pen, gently slashing through it, and even the wind did not even rush. This light and powerless sword style is not Wang Mu's, but belongs to a great sword immortal. He once taught the Wang family three sword techniques, but these three styles have made the Wang family glorious for hundreds of years.

The Dragon Sword!!

Everyone from the Wang family studied carefully and became the strongest force when fighting the enemy, but only Wang Mu never. He always used his own swordsmanship. He felt that a poet citing other people's poems was a crime, and the swordsman could only use his own sword.

If he had nephews around him, Wang Mu might be able to tell them proudly that this was the first time in his life that he used other people's sword skills on the battlefield, and it was also the last time.

That is also the glory that belongs to Wang Mu.

The Dragon Sword exploded in the air, and on this planet filled with biogas and flammable gases. Although it was not good enough and seemed very unfamiliar, it was the Dragon Sword after all. A ball of flame emerged from Wang Mu's iconic short sword. The flame was like a giant dragon, with a stunning head and flashed through the air.

Wang Mu smiled, and the sky shone brightly.

It is as brilliant as dawn, and it is dark again today.

Wang Mu died. Before he even saw the most spectacular scene on the planet, he left sadly. His body first burst into powder under the Dragon Sword. If a powerful sword technique is not controlled by powerful force, it will retaliate.

But what Wang Mu left behind was definitely a disaster. Yang Hao watched the disaster come, but he was powerless to stop it. In other words, it would be too late even if he wanted to stop it.

Today, Yang Hao’s plan was to attract Wang Mu, then kidnap the commander in one fell swoop, and finally force the empire to withdraw his troops, so there was no need to fight again. According to the military tactics mentioned by Hunyuanzi, it is called the plan of attacking troops. Although Yang Hao didn’t know what it meant, at least Yang Hao knew very well that if he could not fight, he would not fight. No one liked to fight.

So, there are too many things in this world, and the plan is perfect, but it will be very bad to actually execute, especially when there are a few bears around you with their brains filled with feces.

The Demon Bears team was so happy to fight today, especially Kevin, who made a contribution for the first time and for the first time, could force the Imperial Legion to the disadvantage, so he sacrificed his life to pursue Wang Mu's sword division, but in the end Wang Mu made a fatal blow with his own life.

Even with such trouble, Kevin could not understand how bad his impulse was. After the Holy Bear appeared to be rescued, Kevin actually took the blame and directly gave Wang Mu a fatal blow. He completely forgot what Yang Hao had told him before coming, about capturing Wang Mu alive.
Chapter completed!