Xiu Zhan complained in his heart, but the strength in his hand did not weaken in the slightest.

The ability of the Red Scale Armor to defend it. With the improvement of Xu Xiangbei's battle rank, there has been a qualitative improvement, but the attack on the battle saint powerhouse is also extremely difficult.

Half a minute after being beaten, the Red Scale Armor couldn't bear it anymore, flashed a few times on his body, and disappeared under the skin.

Having lost the last barrier, Xu Xiangbei, who was in a state of accumulation, couldn't lift his breath to escape, and at this moment he simply became a sandbag to be beaten.

At this time, Xiu Zhan's attack was pressed in front of Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei suddenly let go of his left hand that was covering his eyes, and the two cold rays collided with Xiu Zhan's hands with palpitating energy.

Unexpectedly, however, no explosions were heard.

Xiu Zhan's two fists, and the speed of light shot out of Xu Xiangbeitian's demon pupils, formed an energy scorching state in mid-air, impacting each other, trying to push the other party away.

The green tendons on Xiu Zhan's forehead burst out, and the muscles in his arms doubled, and he shouted and pushed forward.

"Ah......h

Xu Xiangbei's eyes were filled with heart-piercing pain, and he couldn't help but scream.

"Heheha......" Xiu Zhan laughed wildly, "Stinky boy, no matter how strange and amazing you are, after all, you are still young, the old man will strangle you in the growth period, die!"

As he spoke, Xiu Zhan's shoulders and back were all gathered by Wu Gang to pressurize, and he pushed forward with a flashing red light.

At this time, a demon beast covered in red flames slowly touched from behind Xiu Zhan, and then honestly and politely, opened its big mouth and bit Xiu Zhan's ass fiercely.

Xiu Zhan's hips and legs were in severe pain, and the energy pushed in his fists collapsed in shock.

In a state of stalemate, Xu Xiangbei's Nether Demon Pupil Beam penetrated without saying a word, and hit Xiu Zhan's chest heavily.

This time, the Nether Demon Pupil attack almost used up all the Wu Gang in Xu Xiangbei's body, and the power was more powerful than the previous one, which was not the same.

Xiu Zhan didn't have time to shout, he raised his head to the sky and spurted blood, his body flew out upside down, and he knocked down three towering ancient trees in a row before he stabilized his momentum.

Xu Xiangbei looked at Xiu Zhan, but saw that his eyes were blurred, and his sweat and blood were mixed together.

At this moment, in the temple of Syrilya, there was a mess, and almost all of them were injured and fell to the ground.

On the side of the fierce mixed tribes, the battle was also seriously damaged, and there were only a handful of people who still had the strength to get up and fight, and this battle was extremely tragic and defeated.

No one expected that the guardian of the wolf sacred fire, the patriarch Zhou Fangzheng, was seriously injured and retreated at the beginning of the battle, and the turnaround of this battle turned out to be Xu Xiangbei, who had joined the clan for less than half a year.

Xu looked north to the side of the Syria Temple, where the two brothers, Zhou Canghua and Zhou Ting, were there, and behind them, there were some wounded clan disciples.

Seeing Xu Xiangbei reversing the defeat, no one cheered on the side of Syrierya, just because the battle was too tragic, there were heavy casualties on both sides, and everyone was immersed in grief.

Xu shot towards the north coldly, and Xiu Zhan lost the prestige of the right talent king's landing.

Under Xu Xiangbei's desperate fight, Xiu Zhan was seriously injured and could not fight again.

The figure moved forward, Xu Xiangbei patted Yan'er's head, if it hadn't bitten his hips at the critical moment, Xu Xiangbei would have been in danger, and he would have been defeated.

"Yan'er, I'll go back and give you some food. Xu Xiangbei proposed a roll call for praise.

Yan'er wagged her tail and jumped in excitement, but her tone was not angry: "This guy hasn't taken a bath for a long time, and he smells ...... rancid."

Xu Xiangbei laughed, grabbed Xiu Zhan's collar and said, "How about it, stealing chickens can't eat rice, and now I'm a prisoner." ”

Xiu Zhan shouted angrily, and wanted to save face, but his breath was sluggish, and he was punched by Xu Xiangbei and his eyes were blue.

Xiu Zhan's eyes were swollen, and he no longer opened his mouth to bring humiliation on himself, turning his face and lowering his head, with a look of hatred.

"The law enforcement elder of the Tulaqi tribe, Fei Xiangyan, came to persuade the war. ”

Suddenly, a burst of light flashed in the spatial matrix of the Syril Temple, and an old figure hurriedly walked out, followed by several young people.

"The second elder of the Yilang clan, Bei Daoming, came to peacekeep. ”

“……”

The spatial matrix flickered frequently, and there were more and more visitors in the Syriria Temple, but the people who came in were all sluggish.

They were not only shocked by the tragic battle situation in the Syrirea Temple, but also terrified by the defeat of the Fierce Mixed Clan Patriarch in the battle, how could it be?

The clans represented by these people were all small forces around them, and their strength was almost the same as that of Syriarya, or even weaker, they didn't expect that there were still people in the Syrianya clan who could defeat Xiu Zhan.

And this person is not the patriarch Zhou Fangzheng, but a young man.

At this time, Zhou Fangzheng, who woke up after being seriously injured and unconscious, also returned to the front line again, and saw Xu Xiangbei, who was trying to save the building, his eyes were full of repentance and excitement.

Looking at the representatives of the various clans who entered Syriarya, Zhou Fangzheng coughed lightly and said in a deep voice: "Today, the wolf sacred fire of the Syrianya Temple was almost trampled and extinguished by the aliens, but fortunately, the Holy Spirit blessed and the heavens descended heroes, and thank you for witnessing this moment that will forever be recorded in history." ”

The spatial matrix was still flickering with brilliance, and groups of representatives of all ethnic groups poured into the Syririya Temple.

Xu Xiangbei was tired, put Yan'er into the space-time ring, and walked briskly towards the Sabertooth Tiger Pavilion.

The indifferent pipa music has been melodiously accompanied, and Perth Natasha's eyes have been filled with anxiety, until Xu Xiangbei returned to her, showing her white teeth and smiling.

The two looked at each other for a long time, as if they were separated from each other, and when they met at this time, their hearts were stirred.

Xu Xiangbei walked in front of Natasha in Perth, spread his hands calmly and said, "I won." ”

Perth Natasha smiled lightly, and the room was full of light, melting Xu Xiangbei's heart.

However, Perth Natasha only nodded slightly, and did not speak.

Xu Xiangbei blinked, staring at the corner of Natasha's lips in Perth with a smirk.

Feeling Xu Xiangbei's bold and enthusiastic eyes, Perth Natasha's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and her breathing gradually became rapid.

Perth Natasha panicked, and the fawn jumped wildly and spat him.

Xu Xiangbei put his hands behind his back, leaned close to Natasha Nen'er in Perth, and asked in a low voice, "Is there a commendation?"

Perth Natasha lowered her swan-like elegant neck, her cheeks fluttered, and finally opened her arms and took the initiative to hug Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei's heart drumming, in fact, was just a half-joke, originally just wanted to ask Perth Natasha to play another tune for herself, who knew that she would be wrong.

However, whoever makes Xu Xiangbei's smile so ambiguous, anyone will also have a reverie under that hot gaze.

With such a preferential treatment, Xu Xiangbei was naturally full of joy and said in a low voice: "Hehe, it's really in vain that I was born and died." ”

With his arms wrapped, he was about to secretly hug Natasha's small waist in Perth, and took this opportunity to start a love challenge, and suddenly, a wave of tiredness could not resist the attack.

Xu Xiangbei was weak, his eyes were in a trance, his eyelids closed, he lost his center of gravity, fell to the ground, and fell asleep with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know how long it took, Xu Xiangbei slowly opened his eyes, but he saw that he couldn't see his five fingers around, and he didn't know where he was.

Xu Xiangbei propped up his body and shouted: "Is there a living person? What kind of place is this, a living person can talk." ”

However, Xu Xiangbei's cry was swallowed up by the dark void, like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was not even an echo.

He walked forward in the darkness, in this dark space, he completely lost his sense of time and space, cut off all contact with the outside world, and had a faint thought in his heart, that is, if he walked forward, there would be an answer.

I heard that people come to this kind of space when they die, but are they dead? So whether this is heaven or hell, I'm afraid the latter is the majority......

Suddenly, directly in front of him, a faint spot of light flashed, Xu accelerated to the north, and the spot quickly spread into countless points of light, flickering in front of him.

Xu Xiangbei smiled, where there is water, there is a road, where there is light, there is hope, and his feet do not stop, and he runs wildly towards those flickering points of light.

"My God......"

Xu Xiangbei passed through the light spots and came to a large hall with a majestic atmosphere and a simple scale, and there was a lifelike Kunpeng painting in the position of the heavenly dome.

In Kunpeng's mouth, there was a black crystal long knife, and at a glance, it was the Soul Breaking Knife.

Xu walked slowly to the north towards the hall, and a red light flashed in Kunpeng's eyes on the ten-zhang high sky dome, and then the red light gradually flourished, illuminating the inner hall.

Next, the Kunpeng painting seemed to come to life, and an illusory Kunpeng spirit beast like light and shadow swirled and floated in mid-air.

Xu Xiangbei raised his eyebrows: "Not only are you dead or alive, I have no hostility, can you tell me, what kind of place is this?"

Kunpeng's body slowly stopped swimming, and its head like a pterosaur turned to look at Xu Xiangbei.

After a long time, Kunpeng opened its eyes, and even in the shadows, its eyes were red.

Kunpeng opened his beak and said, "Xu Xiangbei, I didn't expect that you could enter here with this kind of realm, and you are worthy of being the savior saint predicted by the prophet." ”

Xu Xiangbei stopped in the middle of the hall, looked at the Kunpeng phantom, and asked: "What prophet, what saint, I'm not, I'm the unlucky guy who crashed into this Feizhou continent! How is your continent so different from the world I used to know, it goes against common sense and is not scientific, what kind of animal are you?"

Kunpeng's eyes shone with the light of wisdom that had gone through the ages: "I am the Dragon Emperor of the Flood Desolation, and I am the suppressed thing in this Dragon Breath Tower, you have refined my blood marrow, and you have inadvertently lifted the secret sealing spell of the Soul Breaking Sword, so you can enter here and see me." As for why you came to this Feizhou Continent, I can only tell you that every drink and peck is predetermined, and you are destined to be the savior saint of this continent. ”

"There are many nonsense, I don't believe it!" Xu Xiangbei was short of breath and emotional, and when he suddenly heard this kind of thing, he could digest it immediately, and suddenly exclaimed, "What do you mean, we are all trapped in the Soul Breaking Knife?"

(End of chapter)