"Boom"

The void collapsed, Lu Xiang spread his wings and soared into the sky, the divine light flames rolled up behind him, he held Fang Tian's painting halberd tightly with both hands, and slashed with all his strength, and the endless great sun true flame catharsis rushed out, condensing into a round of dazzling fire shadows, like a great sun, tearing through the vacuum. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, Lu Xiangsheng burst out of his peak combat power, and the astonishing scorching sun qi hooked a wisp of void barriers, smashed in vacuum, and manifested a chaotic form, this halberd seemed to shatter the void and the sky, and shatter the mountains, rivers and earth.

"Ten Directions World, Hell God King!"

The vast god sang in the void, Lin Yang's face was solemn, behind him, a three-headed and six-armed god was condensed, his forehead was vertical, his divine light was dewed, he stepped on the resentful spirits and evil ghosts, holding the Falun and the golden awl, holding the treasure bottle and the mirror, and the divine power was vast, as if he came from the world of the ten directions.

Accompanied by the dazzling and crystalline divine light around him, the Prison God King was indifferent, facing the Fang Tian Painting Halberd that fell above his head, and smashed it out with one punch, this punch shattered the vacuum, and there was a divine sound that shook the sky, as if the God King was angry and suppressed purgatory.

The fists and halberds intersected, bursting out terrifying qi waves, sweeping through the vacuum for several miles, all shattering, the idol dissipated, and Lin Yang walked out of the sea of fire, his face was calm as usual, and he did not see the slightest abnormality.

"Click"

On the red gold like fire on the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, a crack began from the edge of the crescent moon, and instantly spread to the entire Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and the moment the statue dissipated, the Fang Tian Painting Halberd also disappeared from Lu Xiangsheng's hand, turning into gold dust in the sky, fluttering and sprinkling.

"Poof"

The old wound has not healed, and the new injury has risen, but Lu Xiangsheng can no longer suppress it at this time, the divine flame around his body is extinguished, the fire feather fades, and the big mouth of blood spits out, and before it is sprinkled, it has been steamed by the extremely hot true flame.

"General Lu, set up a seat for me in the palace. ”

Seeing that Lu Xiangsheng had no strength to fight again, Lin Yang indifferently withdrew his hand, bowed slightly, and said in a harmonious voice.

"Hmph! Lu's skills are not as good as others, his words count, and you should have a seat in the palace, but I want to make it clear, whether the innate thunder body agrees to enter your jade void view depends on personal wishes, and cannot be forced. ”

Suppressing the surging spiritual power in his body, Lu Xiangsheng covered his face with frost and said coldly.

Bowing slightly, Lin Yang smiled modestly: "This is natural, I have always been able to convince people with virtue and treat people with courtesy, I can't do this looting thing, if I don't have a chance, I won't force it." ”

Having said that, the extreme confidence in his words and demeanor cannot be hidden.

Lu Xiangsheng has nothing to say about this, the jade void view is the right way in the world, and for thousands of years, I don't know how many amazing and brilliant heroes want to worship the jade void but can't.

Right now, Lin Yang was ordered to personally go down the mountain to pick up the innate thunder body into the view, such an immortal fate, no one would refuse.

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"Broken!!"

In the hall, Broken Sorrow had already taken out the Tianlin Sword from the Void Realm, with a movement of his wrist, the sword chant rose, and the Tianlin Sword slashed across the air, and the pale golden sword light drew a martyrdom trajectory in front of him, and he did not retreat but advanced.

With a click, his left foot stepped forward heavily, causing a loud bang on the ground under his feet, and the Tianlin Sword shone out with a shocking edge, and slashed out with a fierce momentum that shattered everything.

"Bang"

The Tianlin Sword and the golden sword qi were slashed together, and the mottled rust on the Tianlin Sword seemed to fall off slightly, and the edge appeared, and the two struck each other, cutting out thousands of sword lights, brilliant and majestic.

Broken sorrow's face was as pale as ice, and the Tianlin sword qi in his body was infused into the sword, and the sword light that was urged out was even sharper and stronger, and the Tianlin sword itself was a supreme fairy sword, which was incomparably sharp, and it actually slashed the sword qi with one sword, and annihilated all the ten thousand sword phantoms contained in the golden sword qi.

That's not all, he stepped out with a single step, a pale golden sword light burst out from his body, the person had disappeared in place, and the figure was now approaching ten zhang in front of Dao Lingxu's body, as if he was close to the end of the world.

The steps under his feet are linked, step by step, step forward, the sword walks with him, like a swimming dragon, the robe around the body is floating, and the clouds are self-generated, this moment of sorrow has already carried up the Tianlin sword step, the cloud dragon nine turns, the immortal wind and cloud body all kinds of means, just to approach the front of Dao Lingxu!

And behind Jingyue Zhenren, Shen Tuchen looked at the figure in the hall stretched out in a daze, moving like a dragon, as if he had seen a ghost, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

The momentum condensed and climbed, and the sorrow firmly locked on Dao Lingxu, and the Tianlin Sword in his hand slashed at an incredible speed, from top to bottom, left and right, up and down, horizontal slashing, and oblique strokes, and the angle was extremely tricky, splitting out thirty-six sword shadows like substance, shrouding and slashing.

The killing machine is fully revealed, and every sword shadow contains an incomparable edge, tearing through the vacuum and crushing everything.

It is the sword skill that Broken Sorrow has comprehended, the sword is transformed into ten thousand shadows, compared to the seven sword shadows when the sword technique was first formed, at this time, Broken Sorrow can already condense thirty-six sword shadows, and the power is far in the past.

"The grasshopper shakes the tree, and it is not self-sufficient!" said Dao Ling arrogantly and arrogantly.

Seeing dozens of sword shadows shrouded in siege, he was not flustered, carrying the dragon pattern ancient sword trembling lightly, and still not out of the sheath, he retreated slightly, just when everyone thought that he chose to avoid, the next scene made everyone stunned.

The sword momentum spread and shrouded, and Dao Lingxu's entire aura changed, like an ancient sword, smashing the time and time realm, coming from ancient times, sharp and unparalleled, cutting the sky.

On the hundreds of green jade cases in the hall, the jade-colored bamboo chopsticks were drawn up like swords, shrouded by the sword momentum of Dao Lingxu, and rose into the air.

Each bamboo chopstick was like a sword, contaminated with the edge of Dao Lingxu's sword momentum, converging towards the top of his head.

"Emperor Langya Sword, this sword, Linfan,"

Dao Ling spoke proudly, his sword was directed, the bamboo chopsticks condensed, and turned into a bamboo sword of dozens of zhang, stabbing in the air against the sword shadow under the sky cover.

This sword came out, the edge was revealed, the dust was elegant, and there was a heavenly sound vibrating, as if the emperor of heaven was in the world.

"Puff Puff"

One after another, the sword shadows shattered like phantoms, silently, and they couldn't stop their edge for half a minute.

Broken sorrow's face changed slightly, he couldn't imagine that the gap between the two was so huge, and he tried his best to kill the sword that was cut in front of the other party's ten zhang, but in the eyes of the other party, he didn't even have the interest to draw the sword.

Inexplicably, the anger in his heart surged, and he didn't give in half-way, and he stepped out of the next step, his body was like a flying dragon, the void was blasted, and the purple clouds around his body were swirling, towering like a heavenly curtain, his sword qi was long, and the sword intent gathered to the edge, and he was cut off on the head.

In an instant, thirty-six sword shadows split Zhou Tian, and then converged and merged in an instant, condensed under the sword blade, and turned into a sword shadow of nearly a hundred zhang, threatening the ancient and modern, hanging above the head, and shattering the dome of the main hall with sharp holes.

It's like a sword that opens the sky, tearing the heavens and the earth apart!

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