The Tianyuan cultivators had never seen such a battle before.

And for countless years since then, they have been talking about this earth-shaking war!

Earlier, when the little saint of the Northern Region, no, it should be said that he was facing the entire Tianyuan, he was qualified to be respected as the "Little saint of the Taibai Sect disciple Fang Gui, who was respected as the "Little saint of the Northern Region, used the eastern land, southern border, western desert, and northern region to suppress the evil things in the Demon Mountains, climbed up to the sky and fought with the demon sons from outside the sky, everyone felt an extremely depressing and tragic aura.

Facing the existence of such an expert as the Demon Son who can defeat the old god of Dongtu, the Demon of the Western Wilderness, and the Demon Ancestor of the Southern Xinjiang, who can say that he is sure to defeat him, or even say, who dares to speak out and say that he has enough courage to face him?

This little saint did it!

He had clearly been taken away from the treasures of the Avenue, but he still went.

For the Northern Region, for the Eastern Land, for the Tianyuan, and for his unsuccessful wife...

He received the breath of the road given by the strange people from all aspects of Tianyuan. In the battle of climbing to heaven, he carried the entire Tianyuan. Therefore, the entire Tianyuan people also witnessed such a great battle that had never happened before and would not have happened in the future!

boom!

The first moment of collision was the torrent of magical powers scattered throughout the sky, the endless power of annihilation, and that kind of power sealed the entire sky. No one could see through the layers of turbulent magical powers, and even those with low cultivation level could only lower their heads at this time, because they could not even look directly at the interweaving of magical powers, and burst out with magical powers that far exceed their realm...

If you force your eyes to see, they will burn their eyes and will be difficult to recover!

And after that earth-shaking collision, there was a long silence in the air.

Those with high cultivation were staring at the clouds and turbulent flows that were gathered and dispersed in the air and were strangely silent. They did not breathe in their breath, while those with low cultivation were lowering their heads or closed their eyes tightly. They were inquiring, discussing, and worried:

"What's wrong, why is there no movement?"

"Little Saint Lord...he is invincible in one move?"

"Impossible, he...it's impossible for something to happen to him..."

In the midst of scattering, no one knew why the air fell silent. After waiting for a long time, some elders could not help but guess: "It should... it shouldn't be. If the little saint was defeated in this collision, the demon must have broken through the infinite turbulence and attacked us. At this time, Dongtu, for him..."

“It means no defense!”

Everyone became even more nervous: "Then... why was there no movement? Could it be that they didn't take action at this time?"

"impossible!"

An old senior shook his head and said firmly: "The less there is movement, the more it means the fierce battle is!"

The younger generations around were shocked and turned their heads to look at him foolishly.

The old seniors sighed, their eyebrows condensed into lumps, and they whispered: "If they hadn't had a big fight, the turbulent flows in the air would have dispersed long ago, but now they have not disappeared at all, and they can't hear any movement and can't see their figures. This only means that the two of them are fighting each other closely at this time. Well, yes, it's the little sage that feels that his power is not as strong as the other, so he chose a more dangerous martial art. At this time, he must be chasing the other in the air and pestering the other with his life..."

When the younger generations around him heard this, they all looked shocked and looked awe-inspiring.

"You were wrong!"

While talking, another old cultivator suddenly spoke, his face was extremely calm: "Did you think the little saint choose to fight with the other party in close combat with martial arts? He has no choice. Their power is too powerful. With one touch, it will spread throughout the world. If both of them let go of their hands and feet and fight with their magical powers, the battlefield will probably spread uncontrollably. At that time, we, the entire eastern land, will be inevitably affected. I wonder how many people will die..."

"So, Xiao Shengjun chose martial arts. He was afraid that the battlefield would spread and affect others..."

The cultivators were all panicked as they listened.

Someone's face had tears rolled down, and his eyes were choked: "Little Saint King actually has such a heart?"

"Oh, the little saint is just in the realm of transforming the gods. His aura was borrowed. He was not as good as his opponent. But in this case, he was still thinking about controlling that battlefield and not letting us be affected. He really... it makes people..."

"I admire you..."

“…”

“…”

The more silent the air, the more there is, the more speculation there are.

Everyone who was worried and nervous were rushing to inquire, explain to others, and comfort their hearts. Therefore, the fact that Xiao Shengjun chose to fight in close combat in the air at this time was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

"Then...if it's a close fight, will the little saint have...the hope of winning?"

"this……"

When he heard this question, the old cultivators who had explained it to everyone were stunned and pondered, but it was hard to say. After a while, someone frowned and said, "I think... I'm afraid it's a bit forced. The little saint is the successor of the Taibai Nine Swords. The sword art is amazing, but the demon has already regained six feet from the Western Wilderness. At this time, he is invincible in physical body and even better than the Western Wilderness demon. The Western Wilderness demon is invincible in physical body and martial arts. I think that the little saint can hold on to a cup of tea, which is only..."

As everyone listened, their hearts trembled even more.

Then the cup of tea passed, but there was still no movement in the air.

The old cultivator praised excitedly: "Look, the little saint is really amazing. He has already worked hard to get a cup of tea..."

All the cultivators turned to look at him: "Then next..."

The old cult was unsure and hesitated: "Maybe, there is a change soon..."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, a series of explosions sounded in the air, and then in the deadly void, turbulent flowing, covering the sky and the sun, a figure flew out of the turbulent stream quickly. Looking at the situation, it seemed to be hit by someone, it was like a meteor, falling out from a distance, falling hundreds of feet, and then the magic power pulled the void and forced it to stop...

Looking closely, who is that if he is not the little saint?

Between the world, whether it is the Master Taibai, the Sword Immortal in the Heaven, the Old God of Dongtu, or the Great Cultivators, they all suddenly raised their minds, worried one by one, subconsciously clenched their fists and looked into the air!

"You are really strong..."

The little saint in the air wiped the corner of his mouth hard, as if he had been beaten with internal injuries.

But he looked up and looked forward, looking at the turbulent flow, his figure looming. He was clearly in such a fierce battle, but he was calm, like a demon whose body had never moved at all. He shouted fiercely: "If there is a choice, I will never compete with an opponent like you, but now I can't choose, I can't let you take away our Tianyuan path, our hope!"

With a loud shout, he stepped on the void again and rushed forward fiercely!

The cultivators raised their minds tightly, and they didn't dare to take a breath. There were countless people who were moved by the words of the little saint.

“Wow…”

This time, Fang Gui rushed over, raised the aura of the road beside him, and rushed forward hard, but unlike before, there was no movement at once. The demon son also waved his sleeves, and all the magical powers around him appeared out of thin air, one by one, like fireworks that kept blooming in the air, colliding with the magical powers displayed by Fang Gui. Invisible ripples crossed thousands of miles and swayed in the void.

"They...they've fought together..."

Someone shouted in a flash and looked at the old cult who had explained before, hoping.

The old cultivator was an old senior from Dongtu, named Lu Liang, with a high reputation. He had just seen through the reality of the war and had invisibly gained admiration from countless people. At this time, he subconsciously looked at him, as if begging him to explain the situation of the war in the air. After all, they could no longer understand such a war.

"Oh, indeed..."

Old Xiu of Lu Liang focused his attention and suddenly sighed in a low voice, which immediately made everyone's hearts hang high.

"You guys see..."

The old Xiu pointed to the air: "The little saint has been looking for opportunities and rushed forward, but the demon son was still motionless. At most, he just swung his sleeves and forced him back. What does this mean? It means that the old Xiu guessed before. The little saint was worried that the battle would affect us, and he still wanted to find an opportunity to fight with him in close combat. Unfortunately, the demon son no longer gave him a chance, but just wanted to force him away. The reason was simple. The demon son mastered too many treasures of the great way, and in terms of supernatural powers, he surpassed our little saint too many..."

Everyone was moved by Mo Ming, and his mind was stirred. The more he looked at it, the more he looked like that.

Someone glanced at him and suddenly shouted, "That demon actually... seems to have no murderous aura..."

"It's just because there is no murderous aura, it's terrible..."

Old Xiu of Lu Liang shouted sadly: "The demon comes from outside the sky, and his realm has reached a state that we cannot imagine. How could he have a murderous aura like us mortals? He is only rational and almost heartless, and does not miss any opportunity to attack the little saint. I... I would rather face ten or hundreds of murderous opponents than face this..."

"Such a real demon..."

His sad voice spread all over the world, between heaven and earth, as if endless sadness was filled with.

I don’t know who started, but someone lowered his head, closed his eyes, and quietly prayed to the little holy king in the air.

It is precisely because the little saint king went to heaven to block the demon son that they did not have to face such a terrifying opponent directly. It is precisely because of the little saint king who cares about the world that sacrificed his life and entangled the demon son that they did not have to experience the horror in their own personal experience...

With such a person here, who says there is no hope in the world?
Chapter completed!