There are lively celebrations, millions of gods, and dozens of saints who have attained enlightenment are in charge, and they are in the tightly defended god realm. If there is an accident in such an environment, the probability will definitely not exceed one in ten thousand.

However, although the probability of one in ten thousand is slim, it does not mean zero.

Therefore, when he felt the murderous aura, Zhan Ping'an immediately froze and his face stagnated, as if he had been used to perform a fixed technique, pausing for about one tenth of his breath.

It was during this tenth of the breath, almost the moment when I realized the murderous intent, suddenly there were loud noises, with Zhan Ping'an as the center, and within a radius of three thousand feet, a surging explosion was bursting, and countless thick fog as dark as ink began to spread.

The next moment, more than ten assassins, who were as fast as a movie, flashed in the dark and ink-like thick fog. Their goals were very clear, pointing directly to Zhan Ping'an at the center of the ink-like thick fog.

Fast, accurate, ruthless!

At the most unlikely and unexpected moment, a clearly planned assassination appeared without warning. Above the lively celebration, surrounded by hundreds of millions of gods, in the presence of more than ten saints of enlightenment, and in front of countless defensive forces stationed in the divine realm, it began to take place.

It can be said that all this came too suddenly and without any warning at all. At this time when you are least prepared, it would be difficult for ordinary saints to react.

However, this does not include Zhan Ping'an.

The blood descendants of the God of War inherited the bloodline of the Supreme God of War. They are always preparing for battle. Even when they are sleeping and resting, they will never relax at all.

Therefore, even participating in this celebration of the family's joy, Zhan Ping'an always maintained a fighting state, which was almost equivalent to her instinct and a habit she had developed for a long time.

There was almost no hesitation or hesitation. The spear restored from the green copper rust cloud-patterned spear had fallen into Zhan Ping'an's palm at the first time. His five fingers were tightly clasped, and his fighting spirit exploded to the extreme instantly.

Huh... The next moment, Zhan Ping'an was decisive and stabbed out a spear. The spear was as fast as a dragon. The spear rubbed against the air and burst out with sharp roars, as if it could tear the world apart.

Ding... With a stab, Zhan Ping'an clearly felt that he had hit something hard, but facing the upgraded and transformed spear of the green copper rust cloud pattern, the opponent's attack and defense were obviously useless. In the blink of an eye, he was pierced and torn apart, and directly hit the enemy who was blocking it accurately. A spear penetrated the opponent's throat, and the powerful divine power directly tore the opponent into a ball of blood mist.

However, there were more than one assassinators. With the help of the thick fog, three sharp winds were torn apart, rippling with majestic murderous intent, and attacking from above Zhan Qing's head in an extremely tacit way.

The assassins seized very exquisite opportunities, and the dark black fog seriously affected the display of vision and spiritual consciousness. This unexpected attack would inevitably cause severe damage to Zhan Ping'an, and it was very likely to complete a subtle kill.

Really?

Yes, the dark and thick fog is made of unknown substance, which seriously affects the use of vision and spiritual consciousness. Zhan Ping'an is almost the same as a blind existence.

But if you can't see your eyes, Zhan Ping'an still have ears; if you can't hear your ears, Zhan Ping'an still has a sense of smell; if you can't even smell, Zhan Ping'an still has a feeling left.

Just now, the enemy showed a little murderous intent before the assassination. Under the lively grand ceremony and the noisy crowd, Zhan Ping'an was able to feel a moment of sensation, which was enough to show how keen her senses were.

At present, these three assassins have a strong murderous intent. They were like three huge light bulbs in the sense of Zhan Ping'an, so there was nothing to hesitate at all.

In an instant, the spear stabbed out had been retracted at some point. Then, Zhan Ping'an seemed to have three heads and six arms. The overlapping spear shadows began to whip out around her as the center, extremely densely, and the air was slapped loudly.

Three obviously different touches appeared above the top of the head and on the left and right sides respectively. With the sharpness of the spear and its unparalleled divine power, the three assassins were smashed into three blood fogs and exploded on the spot, and a strong smell of blood began to spread.

For a moment, facing Zhan Ping'an, who showed his divine power, the assassins all showed their stiff gods one after another. Unexpectedly, the other party would be so powerful that they could find the enemy so accurately in the specially made ink-black and thick fog.

After realizing that Zhan Ping'an was so difficult, the last seven assassins were afraid, but they did not hesitate. It was because they came to assassinate this time and had already been prepared to die and could not go back here. Even if Zhan Ping'an was successfully assassinated, the result was the same.

Therefore, at the last moment, the seven assassins still did not hesitate at all. They fought hard and attacked Zhan Ping'an.

But just as they were about to take action, Zhan Ping'an took the lead in taking action, holding a blood-wrought spear in his hands, and his fighting spirit was rising all over his body. He raised his spear and rushed towards the nearest assassin.

As a god of war, living for war and dying for war, isn’t passive defense the true nature of Zhan Ping’an? Active attack is Zhan Ping’an.

kill!

The unparalleled divine power combined with the same sharp and unparalleled spear was like a dragon going out to sea, constantly tearing, tearing, and tearing again. It was as fast as a little cold star, and it instantly appeared in the middle of the assassin's eyebrows recently.

The assassin was shocked on the spot and subconsciously wanted to raise the short blade in his hand to block one or two, but the spear was torn apart too quickly, and he did not respond at all. He penetrated through the assassin's heart, shattered his heart, and even half of his body was completely blown up, killing him on the spot, killing him and killing another person.

Unfortunately, such a terrifying blow still cannot have any deterrent effect. Assassins who had been ready to be martyred for a long time, while Zhan Ping'an killed one of the assassins, their murderous intent surged, and turned into pieces of palm-sized and extremely fishy blood blades, like a small storm, strangling towards Zhan Ping'an from all directions.

"Hmph, the trick of the devil!" Zhan Ping'an shouted, facing at least tens of thousands of sharp blood blade storms, there was no fear at all. In an instant, the state of the God of War was raised to the extreme. The layers of complex divine patterns covered the whole body, and the dark golden armor she wore during the celebration looked very majestic.

The next moment, the spear in Zhan Ping'an's hand was dancing wildly, and waves of spear shadows spread out in all directions, breaking blood blades, shattering storms, and breaking out in an instant.

The moment he successfully escaped, Zhan Ping'an was like a tiger coming out of the gate. He shouted angrily, like thunder, holding a spear in his hand, turned into a shirking movie, turning back several times, and three more assassins were killed by Zhan Ping'an on the spot, and they exploded into blood mist in the sky.

Too strong!

The last three assassins couldn't help but show a hint of fear and reluctance. No one expected that they would have planned it for so long, and each of them had reached the level of a half-step saint, but they could not help but fight Ping'an in the slightest, and only three were killed in an instant.

"We hold her back, you must complete the last blow!" Faced with such a powerful battle, the last three assassins were also very decisive. Two of the assassins roared at the same time, and without hesitation, turning the sharp blade in their hands and piercing their hearts.

Sprinkle... When two fishy and strong blood in the heart splattered, the two assassins seemed to have lost all their vitality and died. However, in the moment before death, the two fishy blood in the heart turned into two chains of blood shining, quickly tangling towards Zhan Ping'an, locking people up.

A half-step saint, looking at the Three Thousand Worlds, is a powerful man who can tremble one side. The magical powers released at the cost of life are naturally quite powerful. Zhan Ping'an didn't have time to react for a while, and was locked in forcibly.

Chance!

Faced with the temporary blockade of Zhan Ping'an at the cost of his life, the assassin did not hesitate at all. He burned himself wildly, and quickly collapsed from his feet until his entire head was broken like porcelain. Finally, he turned into a huge blood sword and stabbed him hard at Zhan Ping'an from afar.

The blood light flashed, and the blood sword approached Zhan Ping'an's eyebrows extremely sharply in the blink of an eye, stabbing him extremely fiercely.

Three assassins with half-step saint cultivation used killer moves at the cost of their lives. Even if Zhan Ping'an had a full cultivation, magical powers and divine power, they were difficult to react for a while.

With no choice, Zhan Ping'an could only move the purple gold divine pattern to the limit. His whole body seemed to turn into purple gold, and his extremely bright purple gold divine light flashed all over his body, condensed in the position where his eyebrows were, and tried his best to resist this powerful attack.

Bang... The blood sword hit hard on the divine light transformed from the purple gold divine pattern, and immediately a shocking thunder exploded. The battle helmet worn by Zhan Ping'an's head exploded to pieces on the spot. His head was covered with black hair flying in the void like a hard needle, and then part of it broke, shooting around like a sharp sword, leaving behind extremely tiny needle holes wherever he passed, which looked very amazing.

However, Zhan Ping'an had no time to pay more attention to these things. All his attention was focused on the blood sword shining with terrifying murderous intent on his eyebrows. Feeling the divine pattern collapsed little by little, the divine light was suppressed little by little, and the extremely sharp blood sword had already pressed on the eyebrows, squeezing the cortex little by little, as if he was about to pierce into Zhan Ping'an's brain the next moment.

"Don't think about it!" Under the pressure of life and death, Zhan Ping'an roared angrily and began to improve the divine power in his body regardless of everything. His aura became stronger and stronger, causing the blood sword to tremble on his forehead. Even the blood chains trapped all over his body began to rust.

"Break!" Zhan Ping'an made a fuss, regardless of the damage caused to his body when his full strength exploded, and forced out all his divine power in one breath, turning into golden divine lights and storming all directions. Finally, he broke free from the constraints in one breath, shattering all blood chains, and shaking the blood sword on his forehead.

Puff... With such a powerful explosion, Zhan Ping'an couldn't bear it. He squirted a mouthful of blood, stood there with a pale face and panted.

It was so dangerous just now. Even though Zhan Ping'an was extremely bold, he would inevitably be a little scared between life and death.

But no matter what, surviving is better than anything else than paying some of the costs.

Really?

Just as Zhan Ping'an breathed a little relieved, wondering and thinking about who dared to assassinate her so boldly, he did not notice a shadow. At some point, he appeared quietly behind her.

break!
Chapter completed!