Zhuang Yichen's Qiuyuan sword went straight to his throat, and the old monster of Wuru wanted to make a move, but found that it was so difficult to even raise his hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Poof!" Qiuyuan's sword stabbed into the throat of the old Wuru monster, emitting a strange red color, quickly absorbing the essence blood of the Wuru powerhouse.

"Bang!" The old monster of Wuru fell down with his head up, his body continued to age in the process, **, and when he landed, there was only a pile of white bones left, and he fell to the ground in a scattered manner.

"Impossible!" the remaining old martial beast roared, but it was only a caged trapped beast, and it didn't have the strength to turn the tide of battle.

"He really killed Wu Ru......" The silence at the scene reached its peak, and everyone was already numb in the atmosphere of surprise.

There is only one feeling left in the heart, and that is worship, worship, and worship.

He is God, the god of the evil world, the supreme god.

"Kill this old monster first!" Zhuang Yichen felt that he was groggy, and after shouting this sentence, he fainted.

Qiu Yuan Sword did not enter the Martial Palace, but constantly emitted red light on his side. Under the manipulation of Tao Lisi, the essence blood of the old monster of Wuru continued to impact the first seal of the Qiuyuan Sword.

Wave after wave, just as the essence blood was about to be exhausted, it finally broke the seal.

The red light turned to white light, and the Qiuyuan Sword suddenly disappeared, but at this time, no one cared about the magic of this sword.

At this time, Zheng Rongshen and others had already cut off the heads of Wu Shihao, Xiaoyaozi and others, and captured Mu Piaoyu alive.

At this time, when I heard Zhuang Yichen shouting and looked back, I couldn't help but be shocked! Because Zhuang Yichen was lying on the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and there was only one old monster left.

"Kill!" Zheng Rongshen very decisively led the crowd to attack the last Wuru old monster, the two four-elephant sword formations continued to attack, and finally Nan Jingwu cut off the head of the Wuru old monster with a sword.

However, the price paid was not small, the eight martial arts powerhouses of the Qingjing Sect were all injured, and the Four Elephant Sword Formation was no longer able to form it.

"Good!

"I didn't expect all this to be true...... "The old voice of the wind suddenly came, and everyone raised their eyes to see him standing proudly in the void, his long hair scattered behind his head flying all over the sky, looking up and smiling, extremely relieved.

Feng Mantian didn't expect that what Zhuang Yichen said really became a reality! In today's battle, all the old monsters of Wuru were killed, and the martial heroes and powerhouses among the five major forces were also killed one by one! Even those martial artists at the peak of martial artists did not exist.

From now on, it will become an inevitability for the Pure Tranquility Sect to descend on the evil realm.

The laughter in the wind suddenly stopped, the old body fell from the sky, and his eyes slowly closed, so natural and harmonious.

"Wind Ancestor!" Zheng Rongshen hurriedly took to catch it, but found that Feng Mantian had no breath.

There was a sad look on his face, and he didn't let go of his hand after he fell.

"Boom, boom!" At this moment, the Qingjing Sect had already won the battle, but the mutation arose again.

Several terrifying pillars of light exploded in all directions, and they all happened to fall into the formation of the disciples of the Qingjing Sect.

Screams rang out everywhere, and at least hundreds of disciples of the Qingjing Sect died, seriously injuring thousands.

Except for the strongest formation, which was unharmed under the protection of the Seven Evil Sword Formations, the rest of the formations were all broken.

The warriors of the five major forces took the opportunity to gather and once again formed a combat force!

"Haha, the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind! This time the final winner is us!" Fang Zisong's arrogant laughter suddenly appeared, and hundreds of strangers arrived at the same time.

The four scholars in front of them held Wenbao with evil on their faces.

The atmosphere froze for a while, and no one in the Qingjing Sect expected that a large number of strangers would be killed at this time.

"Hand over Mu Yichen and the Immortalization Classics, otherwise the entire Qingjing Sect will be razed to the ground!" Fang Zisong laughed.

He suddenly had an even crazier idea in his heart! Now the old monsters of the Martial Confucians in the Evil Realm have all died, and the powerhouses at the peak of the martial arts are almost dead.

Now that all these martial artists have been killed today, it means that the Evil Realm no longer has any strength to resist the Fang family's invasion.

From now on, this small world will no longer have to be open to anyone, and will be completely in the hands of the Fang family.

Countless spirit stones, star stones, and a large number of resources, ancient relics, were enough to make the Fang family a true half-saint family.

And if he Fang Zisong has made such a great achievement, he will definitely be able to become the head of the Fang family in the future, and he will be able to make meritorious deeds.

"Xie Mingxiu, Xie Mingxiu, I really want to thank you! If it weren't for your death, how could I temporarily control the power of your Xie family to achieve the great cause that no one in our family has ever succeeded!" Fang Zisong couldn't help but think in his heart.

"The people of the Qingjing Sect would rather die than surrender!" Zheng Rongshen roared loudly with a spring thunder in his tongue.

"Fight to the death and don't surrender!" The disciples were full of emotion, and their fighting spirit broke through the sky! while Fang Zisong sank his face, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Since that's the case, let's do it!" Fang Zisong said fiercely, and a drop of holy blood appeared in the hands of the four scholars.

The golden light was extremely dazzling, like the newborn morning sun, full of infinite vitality.

Vitality represents power, and anyone can imagine that once the power contained in this holy blood explodes, it will inevitably be a terrifying force that destroys the world and destroys the earth.

"Stop!" Xie Mingxiu suddenly appeared from one place and shouted sharply.

"Young master!" the two Xie family's literary masters were suddenly overjoyed and shouted in unison. And the literati and warriors who belonged to the Xie family's forces were also happy.

"Xie Mingxiu, how are you alive?" Fang Zisong was dumbfounded, unable to believe everything in front of him.

"What, do you really want me to die?" Xie Mingxiu asked with an eyebrow raised. Fang Zisong suddenly stopped squeaking, he naturally didn't dare to answer this, so many people were watching.

"Let's go!" Xie Mingxiu didn't say much nonsense, and walked away directly.

The strangers hula-la-la-la, and there were a few people left in the family!

Especially Fang Zisong only had two drops of holy blood, if he couldn't kill the martial powerhouse of the Qingjing Sect, it would be quite troublesome next.

"No matter, the great opportunity is here!" Fang Zisong's eyes still showed strong ambition, and he was ready to order an attack.

"Fang Zisong!" At this moment, a thunderous roar suddenly appeared, and he was taken aback, only to see that Zhuang Yichen didn't know when he woke up, and he was holding a long sword, attacking like a ghost.

Before the word attack could be spoken, the mighty and suffocating power had already descended, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

The Qiu Yuan Sword slashed through the mysterious trajectory in the air, and the Burning City suddenly struck! And what surprised Fang Zisong even more was that a raging Flame Giant City suddenly appeared in the void, slamming down towards them, and the dust was all over the sky.