The sun, moon and stars are stained red.

Kill! Kill! Kill!! Kill!! At this moment, as long as any martial arts practitioner in the Hanyuan civilization, there seemed to be hundreds of millions of ghosts and gods roaring, roaring the word "kill" regardless of everything.

The murderous aura is soaring.

Kill the Dao Tianyan.

The entire Hanyuan civilization seemed to be pulled into the world of the sea of ​​killing blood in such a moment.

Tens of billions of people have their eyes turned red.

They are all as devilish.

Su Xuan is probably the only exception, because the blood treasure is hidden at this moment, and he madly releases the cool and refreshing power of soberness, allowing Su Xuan to keep his mind clear.

It was clearly visible that a sickle shone out.

He slashed towards the purple-red heart that was rushing upwards.

Almost matched.

In the short time point between lightning and flashing, Su Xuan roared: "Back!!!"

Suddenly, Jianxin, who was almost facing the scythe light, turned his head and turned into a dot of light, and came towards Su Xuan.

Return to Su Xuan's body.

Su Xuan's heart was filled with fear. If he breathed one tens of millions of times, his sword heart would definitely be broken.

It’s not that the sword heart is not strong.

But the sickle of Refining Fusheng is terrifying.

He had an intuition that his sword could not resist this sickle.

"No," Lian Fusheng praised again, praising Su Xuan that he was still not assimilated by his murderous evil spirit, and still had a clear consciousness, which was particularly rare. Moreover, he could immediately determine that the heart was not the opponent of the sickle sword, and even more rare. He was very decisive and took back his heart without hesitation. If Su Xuan hesitated for a moment, his heart had broken.

but.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Although, Su Xuan took back his heart.

But the sickle and sword light have gone.

Already in front of Su Xuan.

Yes, it was almost only one meter away in front of Su Xuan.

The sickle is too fast.

Everyone knows it.

Su Xuan will die.

There is no possibility of a miracle.

Lian Fusheng also thinks so.

The Ice Ghost Taoist who watched the live broadcast on Xianyuan screen also smiled cruelly.

However.

It's such a seemingly absolute death moment.

"cut!!!"

Su Xuan shouted softly.

The voice is firm.

Have absolute confidence.

Amid the extreme killing shout, strangely, he had an extra sword in his hand.

The Moro Sword has been equipped with Kongjue Sword Clothes.

The sword moves.

A sword shot out.

As soon as the sword light came out of the Moro sword, it met the sickle sword light in front of me.

That's this moment.

In the air, Lian Fusheng, who had been sitting on the throne, suddenly stood up: "Impossible! Kong Jue Sword Clothes?????!"

【Tomorrow will continue to be exciting, but it will be 2 in 1, no chapters left.】
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