Under the sword.

The ground trembles!

In just a moment, the huge sword shadow fell in front of the demigod.

Gui Yan subconsciously raised his hand to resist.

Boom!

The moment the two swords collided, a three-foot crack appeared on the ground. Gui Yan's expression also changed drastically: "What a terrifying power."

A moment of fighting.

He could clearly feel a chill of death on his arms, sweeping through his body.

Feel like this.

The demigod was shocked: "How is this possible?"

Ling Tian raised his eyebrows lightly: "Nothing is impossible."

Roared low.

Lenghengluo.

Ling Tian raised his sword and stabbed it out again. The Holy Sword Qing Xuan was in full swing. Gui Yan's eyelids trembled wildly. Faced with Ling Tian's offensive, he felt even more despair in his heart.

Such a scene.

If the offensive fails.

Ghost Yan will be cloned by Qingxuan.

"Damn."

Guiyan roared, but in the blink of an eye, Guiyan roared loudly, shook his feet with force, and with domineering power, the sword shadow fell into the air in front of him.

The power of demigods arises.

The sky trembled.

Everyone saw an unforgettable scene. The sword shadow in the void dissipated in an instant. As the sword shadow dissipated, Ling Tian came with a quick attack. It only took one move to succeed.

Ghost flame!

Must die!

Seeing that he was about to succeed, he saw the ghost flames reappearing, and the ghost flames gathered into a sword in an instant, blocking Ling Tian's fast attack sword.

Resist the moment.

Demigod retreat!

Back off!

The offensive failed, but the domineering sword energy also caused damage to the ghost flames.

Poof!

A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Guiyan's mouth.

"Oniyan Demigod!"

Mo Chao was shocked and stepped forward for a moment, worried sincerely. Gui Yan was his strongest trump card. If Gui Yan died in battle, Feixing Sect——

Must be destroyed!

How could Mo Chao watch Gui Yan be frustrated like this? In an instant, the purple light regained its power to kill the gods.

Just for a moment.

The purple light sword light surged out fiercely, and the monstrous sword light shot straight ahead towards the sky in an instant.

The moment of collision.

He heard Ling Tian hum: "Ant!"

He snorted coldly.

The green light was empty for a moment.

At the moment when the green light was in the sky, the light of the purple sword dissipated in the blink of an eye and was swallowed up. Facing the domineering green light, the tide of ink flew out.

Poof!

Immediately, a large mouthful of blood sprayed out. As the blood sprayed, a solid color appeared in front of him.

everything.

Rekindle the power of shock.

Such a scene makes the sky even more powerful.

"retreat."

The green light rose, the purple light dispersed, the king roared for a moment, the green light gathered in one place, and headed towards the ink tide.

"Danger!"

When Mo Chao met Wang Wei, he immediately felt a tremor in his chest. Before he could think about it, he saw the sword shadow coming in front of him and killing him.

The moment the shadow of the sword took his life.

Mo Chao's heart trembled violently, and the aura of death came back to him.

hiss!

At this time, it was too late to resist. Mo Chao could only watch the sword shadow approaching, and instinctively swung the sword.

Resist for a moment.

The majestic power came out to take his life.

Poof!

In just a moment, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, Mo Chao's body was pushed back by madness, and the Emperor's body was instantly blasted into the smoke.

The posture of the Holy Lord.

Only the slightest step back can move mountains and rivers.

Everyone at the scene was shocked, and Jiang Xiang's eyelids trembled wildly: "I didn't expect that the beast master who entered the Emperor Realm would be so terrifying!"

"If the beast master makes further progress in his cultivation, wouldn't it be..."

hiss!

Jiang Xiang no longer dared to think about it, and even felt a trace of regret in his heart. He had personally cultivated such a terrifying enemy for himself.

If you are an enemy!

If the holy sword is not destroyed, I'm afraid it will suffer heavy losses.

Such an enemy.

It was actually he who held it in his own hand. Prime Minister Jiang couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seems that he needs to be careful in his words and deeds when interacting with Jinxiu Pavilion in the future.

Ling Tian didn't know what Jiang Xiang was thinking. He shook the Qingxuan Holy Sword and showed his holy power again. His cold eyes swept away the ghost flame demigods in front of him.
Chapter completed!