The four-leaf clover in the heart of Qianling's eyebrows lit up, and the moment the sword was drawn, it protected the heart of the Qingxue Mirror, and the four-leaf clover was launched together with the time ban!

The corners of Qingxuejing's mouth were oozing blood, her eyelashes were falling silently, and the blood that should have splashed out of her chest was blocked......

Time pauses.

"Hahaha time ban? ”

"But you ......"

Old Xuan's hand was raised lightly, the pupils in his eyes contracted and the blood spread, the aurora in his hand condensed into a gorgeous and transparent long sword, and his whole body turned into a phantom in a blink of an eye, and he raised his hand to stab him with a crazy smile-

"Can you seal everyone?!"

The long hair spread wantonly, Lan Yue looked at his scarlet eyes and was stunned, and suddenly raised his hand to resist the sword, and the moment his finger claws touched the sword body, hot white smoke ignited!

"Uh-huh......!"

"Month-"

Qianling's pupils contracted, put down the snow clearing mirror in her arms, flew forward and grabbed the back of the crazy old man's neck and tore him open, tightly protected the young man's hand and burned the four-leaf clover into his body, turned around and looked over again, his pupils trembled and he couldn't believe it.

In the field of vision, the old man's white robe was flying, his wings folded and standing firmly in the open space in front of him, and half of the mask on his face had fallen, revealing a hideous scar and a pair of scarlet eyes.

He held a silver-white long sword in his hand, the cold air of the sword body surged, and the light was blazing, forming a flowing vortex in the air.

"Aurora Holy Sword......?"

Qianling stared blankly, and the cold air suddenly rose in the vest, until it was creepy. Slowly opened his arms and tightly protected the young man behind him:

"No, it's impossible, I've obviously destroyed it! Thousands of years ago, the weapon of the Divine Son Angel, the Aurora Holy Sword, there was only one ...... in the world!"

But he laughed, his shoulders shrugged, and he laughed maniacally:

"Hahahaha, who told you that this is the weapon of the angel of the gods? Qianling, Qianling, you are rampant in every way, you are so easy to be gullible, after all, you are still a milky little hairy child......"

He raised the long sword with his fingertips, stroked the glorious and clear sword body, and a strange smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth:

"This is ...... of my flesh and my blood"

"Three hundred years ago, it was made of ribs, and although it was more uncomfortable to pull the bones, it worked well, but unfortunately it was ruined by you. But no matter how much you ruin, I can still make thousands of thousands. ”

"You can protect the moon god for a while, but you can't protect him for a lifetime. The divine light is destined to kill the devil, three hundred years ago, three hundred years later, and even thousands of years, the sword in my hand is destined to kill him thousands of times and eternal reincarnation-"

Scarlet blood swept in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, the pitch-black fingers and claws grabbed his throat.

Xuan Lao was stunned, probably surprised by her speed and strength, the pitch-black Longyuan tree vines in his field of vision were being entangled from all directions, his chest and legs were bound by silver-white mandalas, and the gorgeous vine waterfall in his field of vision poured down, and the heart of Rosenbei's seven garden hibiscus eyebrows was blazing-

"Tsk, it's up to you ......"

He sneered and moved his scarlet eyes to meet the bloodier and fiery eyes in front of him.

Qianling's eyebrows were dark four-leaf clover, his pupils had contracted to the limit, his two fingers and claws stretched out and choked his throat, and the suppressed trembling voice spread:

"It's you...... Sure enough, it's you, the one who killed the moon with the Aurora Holy Sword three hundred years ago, it's you——!!"

The phantom flickered, and two figures flashed behind the old man in an instant.

The clover in the center of the thousand feathers' eyebrows was dazzling, and the scarlet eyes were overflowing, clamping and clenching his arm and left shoulder;

Qianling's eyebrows were dark and treacherous, and his fingers and claws grabbed the old man's neck and almost lifted him up, and the three of them exerted force in three directions at the same time-

Click...... Click-

Click!

The Aurora Holy Sword fell suddenly, the white-shirted split wantonly, Xuan Lao's scarlet eyes widened, his wide open mouth didn't have time to make a sound, and his body was shattered in an instant, like a scattered scarecrow, falling down heavily, and in a blink of an eye, it was covered and swallowed by the surging growth of the dragon abyss tree on the ground-

"Master...... Grandpa——!!"

Hua Fengyan sat paralyzed beside the Qingxue mirror, and let out a heart-rending exclamation when she saw the scene in front of her, tears rolled down in an instant and stumbled up, and the moment she was about to touch the dragon yuan tree, she was dragged back by Lan Zhiye in fright, and she couldn't help but struggle and cry.

"Slut! Qianling, you slut——! you dare! you dare to take my grandfather-"

She scolded and scolded, and her body was unstable and swayed, and finally she fainted with tears streaming down her face, and was caught by Lan Zhiye.

Qianling gasped for breath, her fingers and claws were trembling, and she slowly took a step back, looking at the corpse on the ground that was entangled and bound by the dragon yuan tree vine, she was a little dizzy, and was gently held by Lan Yue from behind.

"Heh, what a madman. Lie Ghost took a sip, threw the arm he pulled down in his hand, and fed it to the Longyuan tree vine that was climbing on the ground.

"If you Hualing Xuan knows the aurora, and you can also use the aurora to make weapons, my Lie's ghost name is written upside down!"

Qian Yu was still standing there, the clover in the center of his eyebrows had not dissipated, his eyes were burning with blood, and he was vigilantly staring at the twelve shadow angels who were watching the excitement not far away, his wings were feathered, and there were swirling clovers around him, cutting through the air and making a cold vigilant sound.

The long snow-colored hair of his eyebrows fell behind him, looking at the chestnut-haired young man not far away, he wanted to say something, but he was restrained by his eyebrows and returned to Qianling's side.

"I'll go, you're too special to keep your promises!"

The tearless silver-white fishtail swept and floated in the water, pulling a few blood stains on his clothes, and scolding:

"Is this old man a madman? Knock an egg on a stone to tear up his own horses, and dirty other people's carefully prepared clothes! The old lady will not reconcile, the old lady will beat you with crooked noses and crooked eyes and kneel down to beg for mercy! A bunch of garbage bastards——"

The sudden melee brought a lot of blows to the coalition forces, and the ground was filled with all kinds of sword weapons forged by the aurora, and in a moment, the demon clan guards in the coalition army suffered heavy casualties, and almost a quarter of them were burned to ashes by the Aurora Holy Light in the blink of an eye, and there were no corpses left. The casualties of soldiers of other races were not small, and in a short period of time, the battle between the two armies on the battlefield was even more tragic than in the past.

"Hey, I was killed......"

"It's no wonder that the other side is ruthless. ”

"Hee-hee, it's fun now......"

On the angel side, except for most of the people who were surprised and panicked, the twelve shadow angels looked at each other and joked with their hands.

The look of interest seems to be just talking about trivial things such as "the rice is burned" and "the egg is broken", and he can't lift his spirits.

Qianling's eyelashes drooped, and she turned to look at Lan Yue, her eyes moistened and hugged him tightly, and her heart palpitated.

That's it......

Is it the end?

She looked at the weapons planted everywhere, the blazing Polar Sun Holy Light, and slowly hugged him tightly, her heart was still beating violently in her chest, cold sweat broke out in her palms, and a chill on her back could not be dissipated.

In the picture three hundred years ago, when the moon died......

Hua Lingxuan was still in the angelic army at that time, fighting side by side with the twelve holy angels and fighting bloodily.

I always feel ......

It shouldn't be him......

She remembered something, and slowly looked back at the disconnected corpse on the ground that had been swallowed by the dragon abyss tree vines......

This glance was stunned.

The dragon abyss tree vine raised by Lan Feng and will never stop if it is stained with blood and does not suck the host dry-

Unexpectedly, Hua Lingxuan's corpse was slowly loosened, and it slowly dispersed like a pitch-black ant colony, revealing the corpse that was broken into several pieces in the middle.

The old man's severed neck hung loosely, twisting into an eerie shape between it and his skull.

His arms were broken off on both sides of his body, and his body was broken in half......

but there was no blood.

The ground was clean, and not a single trace of blood was shed, as if it were an empty shell.

——Reminds her of the night in the Star Luo Temple, the skin and flesh that fell off the old man's broken forehead were also bloodless.

Then the wide open scarlet eyes suddenly moved, and slowly moved to meet her gaze......

A spooky smile was revealed.