"Haha..." Hanfengya, the old man Shifeng, let out a cold, weird smile. He waited for this day for a long time.
No one knows that the old man Shifeng had practiced the Magic Dao Fajue secretly a thousand years ago.
It's just that he has never shown it to the world.
At this moment, Cang Lin, Cang Song father and son, and Lian Bingxue, the arrival of the red robe man was just in line with his wishes.
"I wanted to join the Demon Clan a long time ago, but I suffered from not having an envoy. Your lord, you came at the right time! I am willing to surrender!"
The old man Shifeng leaned down on his knees and was religiously ordered.
The man in the red robe made a hoarse smile: "Hehe, very good! My blood Shura finally has a heir. Do you know that the magic method you practiced is my original! You train it to the ninth level, Amazing! Follow me, you are my disciple."
"Now, you're done, all that can be solicited have already been solicited, father, first go to the Heavenly Desolate Palace!"
So, these four bodies flew out, stepping in the direction where they are now connected to the sky city...
In the Tianhuang Temple, everyone woke up, drunk drunk yesterday, and sober today, they should leave.
The group gathered together and waved goodbye to Luo Xingchen.
Before leaving, Han Xiaoyao still smiled and said to Luo Xingchen: "Thank you again, for waking me up, you are younger than me, but what you say will be useful for my life! If you have time, come to Shenjian Sit down, let's drink alcohol happily!"
Luo Xingchen clasped his fists and said seriously: "Definitely!"
"Okay, we should go now!" Huang Fuhao turned his head and was about to leave.
Luo Xingchen smiled and said, "Mouse, don't you plan to stay and sweep the floor for me?"
Huang Fuhao smiled with a black thread, and ran away!
"boom-"
A blood cloud fell from the sky!
The man in the red robe, Cangsong, Canglin, Shifeng old man, practicing ice and snow, five figures descended, except that Cangsong is a quasi-wanyi realm, the other four are the strongest above the wanyi realm!
This terrifying momentum was overwhelming, and the suppression made everyone breathless.
"Hi... what's going on? Cang Lin, the lord of the palace, the old man Shifeng, who are this red robe man and this young man? It doesn't look like a human aura!"
Bei Chenyao, Tong Fazheng, Jiang Xiao, his eyes widened, his expression extremely solemn.
"Cangsong-scum!" Tong Fa was gritting his teeth, his eyes flushed!
"Haha, isn't this a well-known evildoer in the sky array? Tong Fazheng, long time no see!"
Cang Song smiled coldly and glanced at Tong Fazheng with a playful expression.
Eight hundred years ago, Tong Fa had a duel with Cang Song in the martial arts conference.
Tong Fa is doing his best and won, but he has been lethargic for three full years!
This is all because of the despicable Cangsong's poisonous tactics, which hurt people with secret arrows!
The two Tianjiao from the last era looked at each other, rubbing the chills.
Bei Chenyao stared at Canglin coldly, practicing Bingxue, the man in the red robe always felt very strange.
Staring at the man in the red robe for a long time, Bei Chenyao took a cold breath and yelled violently, "Be careful, he is a demon. These people and the demon must be traitors! Everyone is on guard!"
"What! Mozu! Damn it!" All the strong anger was full of anger, and in an instant they showed their swords and gritted their teeth, aggressively, ready to go!
Humans and demons are not at the same time. The demons don’t know how many territories the human race has invaded. As a flesh and blood person, who doesn’t hate it
This is their common enemy, nothing said, everyone wants to fight to kill the enemy!
"I rely on... A little too much back!" Huang Fuhao cursed with a dull face and twitching corners of his mouth: "Your grandma's! Fuck!"
Huangfuhao condensed the five spiritual imprints of the holy statues, with great momentum, and aroused the power of the saints!
West Wind Lie calmed his face and released the eight-horse desolate formation, condensing frustration, with extraordinary power.
The tyrant summoned a giant image, and the giant blasted the mountain.
Zhu Qiang is all ready, now that he is here, a bloody battle is a big deal!
At this moment, Luo Xingchen's eyes were red, as if a beast possessed his body, and his murderous aura spread all over—
"Crack!" His fist was clenched in an instant, and Luo Xingchen lowered his voice: "Humph, Demon, meet again!"
Bei Chenyao, as the strongest among the people, bears the brunt.
He summoned a sharp sword with shocking power, held it in his hand, and released a cold light from his eyes.
When this sharp sword was born, I saw Bei Chenyao, his arms were shaking a little.
Cang Song's eyes lit up and licked his tongue: "Hey, good stuff, imperial weapon!"
Xue Shuluo said calmly: "If you want, I will give it to you!"
In the overbearing tone, it seemed to ignore everyone under his feet.
A word of him can break life and death!
Bei Chen Yao's eyes were cold, and he said indifferently: "Want to take the Qilin Sword? Do you think Bei Chen Yao is incompetent?"
With a wave of his sword, he cut out a sword shadow, spread out in a large area, several hundred meters wide and ten thousand meters long!
This sword energy fell, it was terrible, I was afraid that the surrounding buildings would collapse directly!
Fortunately, now everyone in the Tianhuang Hall is behind Bei Chenyao, and the hall is empty and unaffected.
"I'm sorry kid, you ruined your hall, I will rebuild ten for you! Demon clan, I will kill them!"
A sword was cut out, the sky was dim, and countless shimmer particles flew in. When this sword was pressed down, the sky and the earth were naturally torn apart!
Bei Chen Yao is the Palace Master of the Divine Sword Palace, and what he accepts is the inheritance of a sword emperor!
Relying on the power of kendo, there are few opponents in the world of all moods!
This sword, shot quickly, reached an instantaneous ten thousand feet, the light and shadow intertwined, overwhelming, pressing down!
Cang Lin hurriedly pulled Cang Song with all his strength, pushed away the practice ice and snow, the old man Shi Feng manipulated the artistic conception of the wind to move away, and no one wanted to resist the sword cut out by Bei Chenyao with an emperor weapon!
Only the man in the red robe, holding his arms, flashed a knife in his hand, and blood lingered around the blade, as if he had experienced countless killing oceans.
He slashed it casually, and a burst of blood gushed out, and Bei Chenyao's sword shadow was actually swallowed, changed color, and became a scarlet blood stain!
Bei Chenyao was shocked, and roared wildly, "Heaven and earth will kill!"
"Boom boom boom!"
In all directions, countless sword lights flew out, billions of swords and pictures combined into one, Bei Chenyao divided thousands of minds, this world, there is his energy, sealing the space!
Sword Qi is still ten thousand feet! It's just that this time the sword aura spread, and it was even more terrifying. Before it hit the ground, every inch of it had already begun to crack!
"Boom!"
The earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, wolves were everywhere, the halls of the Tianhuang Palace just selected collapsed one after another, and cracks appeared on the earth, as if the end is coming!
Wu Yuanzhang, the north wind, the strong from the Tianhuang Temple, his face is cold, his breathing is difficult, his eyes are cracked!
This sword aura seemed to grow eyes, slashing directly towards Xue Shura.
Xue Shuluo shook his hands behind his back, and he was not affected by the pressure of the imperial weapon at all.
When his body disappeared in place, the next moment, he appeared behind Bei Chenyao.
Bei Chenyao was suddenly vigilant, and quickly turned around to slash again, he didn't believe it, his sword emperor's descendants could not subdue a demon!
Luo Xingchen, Barbarian Ba, Huangfuhao, Xifenglie, Han Xiaoyao, and Yu Wentao, these young people saw this terrifying scene in their eyes, but they had more than enough energy and lacked energy, and there was a lot of blood!
They only hate that the birth is untimely, too late, and now the powerful enemy is coming, but they don't even have the opportunity to intervene!
Even Jiang Xiao's quasi-ten thousand artistic conception has no chance to intervene, let alone them
"Song'er, don't stand still, take advantage of this now, slaughter these ants, look at these evildoers, in the future will be the confidant of the Demon Race! Killing them, you and I can be regarded as the devil race!"
After Canglin finished speaking, he transformed into a real body, a huge dragon of hundreds of feet, roaring, and rushing towards a group of people below!
"presumptuous!"
Hearing an angry shout, the sky was full of glow in the distance, a stronger aura, oncoming, stopped Canglin, a huge palm print, earth-shaking, pressed towards the dragon of hundreds of feet!
"Boom!"
The dragon was slapped flying with a palm, screaming, distorted in shape, desperate for life!
The person who came was Liao Gufan, a strong man who was about to survive the first calamity.
Canglin is naturally not his one-one enemy.
Cang Song was still excited just now and was about to take a shot. Now that his father was injured, he was extremely afraid!
The old man Shi Feng had a calm face, smiled coldly, flashed and flashed, disappeared in every corner, and appeared from every corner, making people unpredictable his steps!
At the same time, the old man Shi Feng shot out endless fierce demons all over his body, and shouted coldly, "Sura grabs the palm of the heavens!"
"boom!"
The giant palm print hit, and Liao Gufan hit a palm at the same time, colliding with it!
They were surrounded by tens of thousands of square meters, all of which were landslides, and the Heavenly Desolate Palace had long been in ruins.
At this moment, everyone has fled to distant places one after another!
Only Luo Xingchen still stayed in place, glancing at these human races' rebelliousness and killing infinite intent.
"Let's go! Stay with the green hills, not afraid that there will be no firewood!"
Han Xiaoyao kept calm, grabbed Luo Xingchen's arm, and abruptly pulled him away!
At the same time, in all directions, the major forces, one by one, are in the mood, hearing the huge energy fluctuations in the distance, their faces are dignified, and they dare not neglect, they stand up one after another, turn into streams of light, shuttle through the space, and rush towards the extreme speed. Pick up the Sky City!
Heavenly formation, Taimoyan, great master of formation!
Wu Shengdian, Wu Xunkong, Emperor Wu!
Misty Peak, Mo Jingyun, Sword Emperor!
Tiger Yuanyu, Heavenly Tyrant, Tier Nine Divine Beast!
Zhu Qiang swiftly slew towards Jietian City at a very fast speed. At this time, Bei Chenyao was already defeated by Xue Shura. He was cut off with a single knife. The skin on his chest was splintered, and he flew far, hitting the ground, hurting bones !
"Brother Beichen, don't panic, I'm waiting!"
The Heavenly Tyrant smashed out with a punch, like a mountain collapse, crashing into Xue Shura.
Xue Shuluo flashed past, but was trapped by Taimoyan with a large array of Vientiane. He slashed the eyes with a blood knife and quickly broke free.
Wu Huang Wu Xunkong condensed seven iconic spirit seals, Mo Jingyun drew his sword, Sword Emperor Wu Huang, one left and one right, besieged Blood Shura, endless battles!
Afterwards, there was a shocking battle between four peerless powerhouses and Xue Shura. They moved to a place far, far away, constantly interlacing their figures in the sky and the earth, smashing into pieces of space, like a battle for the destruction of the world!
At this moment, practicing Bingxue, the old man Shifeng, and Cang Lin all attacked Liao Gufan together, Cang Song looked at the opportunity, transformed into the body of a devil dragon, and swept the people who fled frantically on the ground!
Jiang Xiao, Zhuwan Yijing, Tong Fazheng, Master of Formation, Wu Yuanzhang, Heaven and Human Realm Perfection, three masters who blocked the body of Cangsong Demon Dragon, are also in endless battle.
Luo Xingchen became a refugee, and had no choice but to flee. Even though he had infinite desire in his heart, it was of no avail.
He watched the city of Jietian suffer a great deal of damage, the life was devastated, and the people were not living!
"No—Mozu! I'm going to kill you—"
"Calm down!" Huang Fuhao, Han Xiaoyao, and Barbarian three tried their best to pull Luo Xingchen back.
At the same time, Blood Shura and the four Ten Thousand Artistic Realm levels, after a great battle, moved far away, shrugged, and said indifferently: "Enough to play! End!"
"The devil overwhelms the world!"
He waved his arms together, and a cloud of blood covering the sky about tens of thousands of feet, the four powerhouses all trembled, feeling the strong threat, the speed of life and death!
The next moment, the clutches of the devil blasted out, they were smashed in a mess, vomiting blood one after another, and they were in danger!
"Haha... lively, so lively, I, a drunkard, come join in the fun too!"
I could only hear the voice of drunkenness coming from the sky. Then, a figure, fluttering in white clothes, carrying a sword on his shoulder, holding a jug of wine in his hand, drinking stubbornly, swaying in the sky, it seems that there is a possibility of landing at any time .
But his steps are superb and perfect!
He was walking in the sky, shaking left and right, smiling lightly, lying on his back, pulling out a sharp sword, the light and cold shocked the world, the four directions were thunderous, and the eight deserts were shocked!
"laugh!"
He fumbled for the hilt of the sword, with a trace of drunkenness, squinted one eye, looked at Blood Shura, and grinned: "No sword, wine is tasteless, no wine, sword has no edge! I'm looking forward to the world, waiting for you Blood Shura, It's been a long time! Singing with the sword, smashing the demons, raising my power, and going to the world with the sword, hahaha..."
Xue Xiuluo's body was stiff, his whole body was cold, and he turned his head slowly, flustered...