"Roaring .........."

The soul bead broke, the primeval flame dragon let out an unwilling roar, and the several zhang thick Xuan ice was immediately shattered, and the giant claws of the flame dragon wanted to shoot down towards Han Ye, but it immediately collapsed and disappeared in the cracks in the ground.

The land of the four directions, many real people have been difficult to calm down for a long time, the ancient Yanlong was born, I thought that no one could stop it, but I didn't expect that in just a moment, it was joined by the two demons of the hidden dragon list, and it was forced to disperse, many people sighed in their hearts, the younger generation, the edge has really been cultivated, irreversible.

Stepping on Lu Xiangsheng's right hand, Han Ye crushed his five finger bones, looked down at him indifferently, and said, "Don't think that you can compete with everyone, without the Tianxiong Army, you are nothing." ”

Ten fingers connected to the heart, five fingers were trampled on, Lu Xiangsheng came out of the mountain of corpses and blood in the end, his face was cold, but he didn't frown.

A touch of anger flashed in Han Ye's eyes, and he stepped on his chest again, and the majestic force shattered his entire heart guard, his chest almost collapsed, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Lu Xiangsheng not only injured his essence and blood, but also suffered heavy damage to his internal organs.

On the side, Yuan Shuang looked at all this coldly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her fresh lips.

"Since you don't listen to persuasion and have to intervene in the Tianjiao dispute, then I will not only be you today, but also to avenge the dead souls of my Han Dynasty. ”

Han Ye opened his mouth coldly, and with a finger, Lu Xiang rose to the ground, only to hear a pop, and a Nine Yin bone spur actually penetrated his entire right chest, nailing him to the ground.

Blood stained the earth red, gurgling out, the white bone spurs with flesh threads, hideous blood, Lu Xiangsheng stared at the two of them with dead eyes, killing intent condensed like substance.

Yuanshuang phoenix's eyes are cold, the long river of the moon is like weaving, the floating light of the fingers is waving down, the torrent is rolling, and the roar is washed away.

On the Heavenly Ladder Dao Throne, the face of the young woman Zhenjun of the Hehuan Sect changed slightly, and she wanted to rescue her, but at this moment, the sky moved.

"Ang ........."

Canglong roared, the golden dragon circled in the air, and the two huge golden dragons roared, shaking the ancient veins, and until now, the aura of the two of them has almost reached the limit.

"Roaring ........."

The sun is setting, the golden seal is like a pearl, and the two golden dragons of sixty or seventy zhang are in the sky above the ancient veins, scrambling and biting around the ancient stones of the dragon Yuan, what a shocking scene this is, almost the battle of the strong who can be derived from the divine power of the Holy Realm, the void is distorted, and it is almost torn apart.

The dragon yuan ancient stone slowly rotated in the sky above the two dragons, the two dragons competed, and one of them had to die in order to seize the dragon ball, and at this moment, the five-clawed golden dragon was in danger, the dragon roared arrogantly, and the situation became clearer and clearer.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, at this moment, a clear sword roar rose from the earth, and instantly, the long river of the moon shattered, and a sharp and sharp qi chased after it, and instantly hit Yuan Shuang's body.

Under the gaze of many shocks, Yuan Shuang's graceful posture was like being hit by an ancient mountain, and it shot out in an instant, breaking several stone pillars and overturning a stone mountain.

"It's him!"

Everyone turned their eyes and saw the figure on the ground, looking at each other in shock.

The ancient veins of the earth, broken sorrow and sitting with his eyes closed, a faint sword groan rose up, this sword chant is like a dragon, majestic to the sky, there is a real dragon sword roar, shocking the Quartet.

"Boom ........."

The ice was drumming, the moonlight was like a river, and a huge ice pick broke out from it, the ice was overwhelming, the stone mountain was shattered, and the sharp qi was suddenly shattered.

Yuan Shuang walked out of the ruins, her posture was like a fairy, and she was not injured, but this time she lost face, and her face was gloomy like water, especially when she noticed that the atmosphere of this ancient vein was mixed, and hundreds of real people of all sizes were watching the battle.

"Can't help but make a move?"

Han Ye sneered, the pitch-black bowl in his hand was thrown, turned into a dozen square circles, and hung above the ancient veins, this is a strange treasure, which can derive nine yin cold water, as long as the cultivation is enough, it can fall into the soul, frozen for thousands of miles, and no one can stop it.

He is the young master of the Nine Yin Sect, the hidden dragon is thirty, and at this moment, he is urging with all his strength, and immediately there is a huge torrent of yin and evil, which washes down, and drowns the broken sorrow into it.

After a few breaths, the big bowl fell into Han Ye's hands, and a chilling Nine Yin cold air overflowed, and the sorrow, along with the entire mountain, rock, and earth, all turned into a huge ice sculpture, which was enough to be a thick piece of ice, crystal like ink, and sealed ghosts and gods.

Many real people are frightened, the power of the strange treasures of heaven and earth, the mystery of creation, is indeed earth-shattering, and the sorrow is so big, I am afraid that it has been frozen and exhausted.

Yuan Shuang snorted coldly, and the palm of his hand changed, and the Xuanyin Ice Pick was like an iceberg crushing down, and it slammed into the land where the sorrow was.

"Click........"

Countless cracks spread out over the earth, like cobwebs, and finally joined together, crumbling and sinking.

"Boom!"

Ice chips flew, and in the distance, Lu Xiangsheng was severely injured and weak, and was blown away by the aftermath of the air wave again, and the Nine Yin bone spurs completely passed through his right chest, taking away a foot-long piece of flesh and blood.

He snorted, gritted his teeth, blood foamed between his teeth, but he still stared at the ice slag ruins, and roared angrily: "Worry about your uncle, Lao Tzu is about to hang up, you still don't make a move!"

The ancient veins are all over the world, and many real people are watching, and the battle situation in the sky and underground is changing rapidly, pulling everyone's hearts.

The ice burst and the ice chips melted, and a purple suit like a sword held two ancient stones, stepped out, and suddenly fell into the eyes of everyone.

The dragon in the sky roared and roared, and the dragon scales flew all over the place, and the winner would soon be decided.

At this moment, countless real human monks let out a low cry, and they violently retreated, because their eyes swept by, they were all instantly shattered, and a sharp sharp aura rushed directly into their minds.

Han Ye and Xuan Shuang glanced at each other, their faces were calm, ignoring the battle situation in the sky, they stared at the figure that was getting clearer and clearer, slowly approaching, and their eyes showed a little solemnity for the first time.

"I thought you would swallow your anger and sit there until you died, but you finally showed up. ”

Han Ye sneered: "Don't play any tricks, wastes like Zhongli and Ximen Fu deserve to die, Wu Wei has never been able to kill you, today, I will send you on your way!"

Many real people frowned and shook their heads, this is another battle of will, Wu Jing is ranked in the nineteenth hidden dragon, and the magic skill is almost immortal, Han Ye fought with him in his early years, and he was defeated and almost died, and he has not dared to fight with Wu Zhen since then, because the Taoist magic power was overcome, and he knew that he was bound to be beheaded.

But the sorrow was slashed!

Now, Han Ye wants to cut off his sorrows, not only to trample on his fame, but also to break the last bit of stagnation in his heart, because the younger generation, a great enemy has gone, and he wants to send everything related to him away.

Putting down the ancient stone in his hand, he glanced at Lu Xiangsheng, who had more air in and less breath, and said lightly: "These three, do you want to die or live?"

"Damn, what do you want to live, Lao Tzu doesn't want to be taken prisoner, die!

Lu Xiangsheng rolled his eyes and shouted while coughing up blood.

(End of chapter)