Starting from the word "death".

Murderous mania.

In just a moment, when Gui Yan raised his hand, with Gui Yan as the center, a domineering feeling suddenly shot out across the sky.

It was actually heading towards Jiang Xiang in front of him.

The power of demigods.

As if the sky was hanging upside down, Jiang Xiang felt a huge pressure for a moment. As the pressure suddenly disappeared, Jiang Xiang narrowed his eyes and said, "Tonight, no one can trample on the Jinxiu Pavilion."

The bold words fell.

Air surges.

Jiang Xiang struck the ground with his sword, and immediately in front of him, the holy sword fell to the ground. As the holy sword fell to the ground, an overbearing cold light appeared in front of him, and a penetrating cold light swept out in an instant.

Boom.

Sweep with a long knife.

The power became even stronger, and the light of the holy sword instantly blocked the power of the demigod.

at once.

There were only bursts of shocking explosions at the scene. As the explosions continued, the scene became more smokey and the coldness of the holy sword made the powerful demigod in front of him subconsciously squint his eyes.

"Master of the Holy Sword!"

"Prime Minister Jiang?"

As Gui Yan snorted coldly and raised his hands, he saw more waves of air running around. As the waves of air surged, more domineering smoke erupted on the scene. With such power, it was like the heaven and earth were falling upside down.

Feeling of dominance.

It jumped out of the sky in an instant.

Jiang Xiang snorted coldly: "Ghost Flame Demigod, although you are a strong man in the Heavenly Temple, tonight, you want to trample on the beauty."

The words fall.

One click of the long knife.

The light of the sword once again dispersed into the sky. Behind Jiang Xiang, the elite of the Holy Sword Sect gathered in an instant. The moment everyone gathered, there was only coldness in their eyes, and their determination was revealed in an instant.

Feeling cold.

Cold light gathers.

The desire to fight was not concealed at all, especially at this moment, the holy sword was sharp, and the long sword in his hand was raised slightly, and the cold light was displayed on top of thousands of long swords.

Killing intent!

The sky moves instantly.

Qiang Ruguiyan also raised his eyebrows: "What a holy sword sect. It seems that you are ready to fight to the death?"

Demigod language.

Stomp your feet lightly.

A negative hand.

Immediately, the divine power spread in an instant. As the divine power was displayed, everyone at the scene felt even more chilled, and they jumped up into the sky in an instant.

On the ground, countless cracks were seen, and at this moment, a sense of domineering was felt. In an instant, the line was approaching Jiang Xiang's feet. Jiang Xiang frowned, and the power of the demigod was fully displayed at this time.

If you fight to the death.

Hard to win!

But, give up?

Absolutely not!

Jiang Xiang clenched his fists and became more determined in his heart: "Gui Yan, if it were in the past, I might have disappeared, but tonight, I want to trample on the beauty."

"Unless you step on my emperor's body."

The moment the words fell.

More cold glow.

Not only Prime Minister Jiang, but also many elite holy swordsmen on the scene stepped forward in an instant.

There was only extreme murderous intent in his eyes.

The eldest lady is still in the Jinxiu Pavilion, and she doesn't know whether she is alive or dead. At this time, how can you let others trample on Jinxiu at will?

Only!

Fight to the death.

The mind is down.

The Thousand Saint Swordsmen took a step forward in unison, holding the long sword in their hand for a moment, the long sword tilted, and the coldness was crazy.

Just in the blink of an eye.

There was even more domineering death energy ahead, sweeping out in an instant.

now!

There is only one thought in the Holy Sword Sect, and that is——

kill!

The shocking killing intent disappeared in an instant, causing everyone at the scene to panic. Not only the members of the Holy Sword Sect, but also Bai Sanniang strode out of the Jinxiu Pavilion, behind her.

Followed by a hundred elite black evil spirits.

The faces of the people in Jinxiu were even more cold.

"The remnants of the agency gate?"

Gui Yan looked at the people walking out in front, and his eyes became colder: "I really didn't expect that after so many years, there are still some remnants in the agency gate?"

"It seems that our ancestors were too merciful after all in the bloodbath against the government."

"I never shut down the government and exterminated the species."

Ghost Yanyan.
Chapter completed!