Yang Fan knew that the Heavenly Dragon War Halberd was very powerful, very powerful, but he couldn't control it, so he had to be led by the nose, which made him a little less confident.

Ram Song didn't give Yang Fan much time to think, and the two envoys of gold and silver had already taken steps and launched an attack on Yang Fan.

Compared with the Jinzhu people, the attack of the two envoys of gold and silver is much more disciplined. They are not puppets, just monsters hidden in horn hats. From the names of these two monsters, it can be heard that they must be comrades-in-arms who have been side by side for many years, and they cooperate with each other very tacitly, and they do not have the slightest intention of underestimating the enemy.

The golden horn messenger took the lead, his five fingers straightened, and suddenly the golden light in his palm flashed, and a huge golden mallet appeared in his hand.

The Silver Horn Emissary stayed where he was, his palms pushing upward, and layers of light like waves rose above his head, not knowing what kind of powerful soul magic he was casting.

Sensing that Yang Fan was in great danger, the Heavenly Dragon War Halberd roared in midair, releasing endless dragon power again.

As soon as Long Wei appeared, the ram pine lay down, extremely uncomfortable. However, Long Wei was not going to directly ask for his life, he supported it hard, endured it, and was firm in his mind.

As long as Yang Fan falls, any suffering he suffers and any losses caused will be worth it.

The Heavenly Dragon War Halberd and the Gold and Silver Envoys fought bitterly. After a few rounds, there was still no winner. But Yang Fan's spiritual world came with the message that the Heavenly Dragon War Halberd had reacted.

The Celestial Dragon War Halberd was very difficult to fight.

If it's one-on-one, maybe it's still certain. But one-on-two, it's too difficult.

There is nothing wrong with the inheritance of the Divine Dragon King, and there is nothing wrong with the crystallization of the life essence of the Heavenly Dragon, but after all, it is only the inheritance, it is only the crystallization of the life element, not the real Divine Dragon King, and Yang Fan does not know how to exert its greatest power.

It's good to be one-on-one.

But there is no way, there are only two on the other side.

Seeing that the power of the Heavenly Dragon War Halberd was gradually suppressed, and the War Halberd itself was also retreating, and it was about to retreat to the top of Yang Fan's head, bringing Yang Fan to the front of the two envoys of gold and silver-

A high-pitched and high-pitched dragon roar was heard in the distance!

There was no wind around, but in an instant, the trees swayed, the sand and rocks flew, the dust rolled, and the sword aura soared into the sky.

In the distance, a long, thick silver sword flew from the sky.

On the sword, there stood a man in black.

The black-clothed man standing on the sword had sharp facial features and sharp eyes, and he was like a sword that was about to be unsheathed at any time.

Yang Fan glanced at him and was immediately overjoyed.

He glanced at Yang Fan, also smiled slightly, and said sharply: "Xiao Fan, you deal with the one in the back." Leave this big dick to me. ”

"Yes, Brother Wuji!" Yang Fan responded excitedly, avoiding the Golden Horn Envoy and running towards the Silver Horn Envoy.

The Golden Horn Envoy still wanted to stop Yang Fan, but as soon as the mallet in his hand swung out, he suddenly felt that the surging sword qi like a net of heaven and earth had enveloped him.

He broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly withdrew his hand, turning back to resist the attack of the sword qi.

Boom Boom!

It seemed like a momentary confrontation, but the Demon Slayer Sword in Zhao Wuji's hand had collided with the Golden Horn Messenger's big stick mallet for an unknown number of times.

"Whew!" the Golden Horn Envoy became more and more fierce, forcing Zhao Wuji's sword qi back, and further attacking him.

He is a fierce warrior, all the means of attack are gathered on the mallet, and the power of the Soul Pill Realm is also displayed on the mallet. Such a single attack, despite the lack of variety, brought the power of the realm to the extreme.

Often a hammer can set the sound!

"The Soul Pill Realm is really not easy to deal with. Zhao Wuji muttered quietly, but laughed out loud again, and said, "But what about the Soul Pill Realm! I have obtained the Stegosaurus inheritance, and the dragon sword under my feet is the crystallization of the life essence of the Divine Dragon King! As soon as the dragon sword comes out, how can you fight with me!"

Zhao Wuji turned his head and said loudly: "Xiao Fan, try to telepathize with your inheritance horcrux, comprehend the inheritance soul technique, don't fight blindly!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Wuji's toes were a little on the surface of the sword, and the whole person jumped up, and the dragon sword under his feet suddenly turned into a silver dragon around him, and flew up from his heels to his head, turning into a five-foot long sword in his hand.

The whole body of the long sword is silver, the sword surface is like a mirror, and the face is like water.

As soon as the sword was in his hand, Zhao Wuji's entire temperament changed dramatically, and endless dragon power spread out from his body. And under this layer of dragon power, it also makes people feel a sense of sword intent.

As if with a sword in hand, the dragon descended in the air, and ten thousand swords rose under his feet, and there was no way to avoid it.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji danced the dragon sword, and the sword shadow formed a picture full of ancient atmosphere around him.

He slashed at the Golden Horn Messenger with a single sword.

"Dragon Sword - Flood Slash!"

The next moment, the sword qi filled the battlefield, and everyone's hearts felt an unprecedented heavy feeling. This heaviness is the memory of the past, the awe of history, the roar of the ancient beasts, and even the origin of mankind!

The first slash of the dragon sword, the slash of the flood wilderness. What is cut is the ancient and heavy atmosphere of the desolation, what is cut is the sense of historical grief and vicissitudes, and what is cut is all the past.

Cut off your past, cut off your past.

So that you have no way back, there is no way to avoid it!

As soon as the flood desolation came out, the battlefield was suddenly enveloped by a solemn and majestic sword aura. The Golden Horn Envoy was in the midst of the sword aura, and on the surface he felt that the sword aura was soaring, but deep down in his heart he fell into a kind of sinking.

It was not his body that was slashed by the desolation, but his spirit, his memory, and his past. The infinite desolate sword intent poured into the Golden Horn Emissary's mind, devouring all his memories and cutting off his spirit.

Cut off his past, so that he has no way back, and there is no way to avoid it.

A dusty scroll spread out in the mind of the Golden Horn Messenger, and the infinite grief of the vicissitudes of history made him fall to his knees and be at a loss.

The next moment, tears actually flowed from the corners of the Golden Horn Messenger's eyes.

He had forgotten who he was, he had forgotten that he was a soul guest of the Soul Pill Realm, and he no longer knew what he was supposed to do. He seemed to have found the light and the gods who brought him light in the reckless darkness, and he couldn't help but prostrate himself on the ground, bowing sincerely, and his heart was pure like a child who did not know anything about the world.

Zhao Wuji fell in front of him, although he lowered his head and pointed a golden horn at the ground, Zhao Wuji could only be as high as him.

Zhao Wuji held the hilt of the sword with both hands and held it high.

The dragon sword is five feet long, and the hilt and body of the sword are silver, which is extremely gorgeous and noble. The surface of the sword body was as clear as a mirror, and the strange power that flowed faintly under the surface flowed slowly like water. Every slight vibration of the sword body would sound a sharp dragon groan, as if a giant dragon was hidden inside the sword, and it could boil out of the sword at any time.

The Golden Horn Messenger knelt on the ground with his head bowed, like a demon waiting to be slain.