"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and everyone was shocked! The goddess of Sound Valley, who was dozens of meters away, suddenly appeared above that person's fist at this moment!

Could it be that the goddess of the valley herself crashed into the man's fist? Or did she hit the ghost? Everyone was puzzled!

I saw blood rushing up, and the divine light exploded!

"Ahh

"Woohoo!"

Thin colored lines rushed out of the flesh and blood of the Sound Valley Goddess, wrapping Su Yang's fists and arms around and tightening them!"Die!" she shouted screaming, took out a broken sword from her cuff, and stabbed Su Yang directly!

"Hmph!" Night Shuji killed, and the two water swords went straight to the back of Su Yang's head!

Su Yang sneered, grabbed the Sound Valley Priestess with his left hand, kicked out, and the Sound Valley Priestess flew out, and blood spilled all over the ground.

The two water swords, where Su Yang had a few fists in the back of his head, stopped suddenly, and then fell straight in!

"Who is it?"

Ye Shuji yelled, his eyebrows upside down and looked around, someone must have intervened one after another!

Xiong Futian was a big man, and a thin man with a yellow face was taking care of him! And now, behind him, a little Taoist priest appeared, with a delicate appearance, a thin body, about fifteen or sixteen years old, his face was white and pure, and a pair of big black eyes turned straight away, and he did not dare to look at people!

"Did you do it!" Ye Shuji yelled, looking at the man angrily!

At this moment, the three battles between the Bright Saint Son and Sima Jian Feiyu Saint Son also stopped.

The Bright Saint Son's face turned blue and red for a while, and now he finally knows why he saw the ghost just now! Obviously he hit it, but it was replaced by the Flying Feather Saint Son in an instant! It seems that this little Taoist priest did the ghost!

The head of the Flying Feather Holy Son flew up, and the scattered flesh and blood gathered together again, and the blood-red eyes looked at the little Taoist priest with murderous aura!

On the other side, the same was true of the seriously injured Goddess of Sound Valley, her eyes full of resentment! Her arms were flying with colorful silks, and they were as hard and sharp as steel needles!

"Oh my god, you all look at me like that. The little Taoist priest's eyes flashed, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pushed Hou Xiaojiu next to him, and said, "Monkey, go, them, I'll help you cover." ”

"Boy, die!"

The Flying Feather Holy Son reorganized his flesh and blood, his fiery yellow wings flapped, and he rushed towards the little Taoist, and the people around him couldn't help but feel a chill, what a strong vitality this should be!

"Did you move!"

A cold voice sounded behind the Flying Feather Saint Son, and then a sword flash fell! The Flying Feather Saint Son's body was once again dissected! Blood with runes spilled all over the ground!

"Ahh

The war is starting again! Night Shuji and the goddess of the sound valley are all on fire at this moment, burning life, and they want to kill the man in front of them!

Su Yang met the enemy with a pair of iron fists, hitting the Human Emperor Seal and the Star Seal one after another! The divine power seemed to be gushing! But at this moment, he was also injured a lot, and the water lotus almost burst his body.

At this time, the Flying Feather Holy Son had just reorganized his flesh and blood, and he didn't know when! Su Yang used his palm as a sword, punished the immortal sword light, and dismantled the Flying Feather Holy Son into eight pieces!

The Great War is stalemate......

"Tsk, it's better to die......"

The little Taoist priest beside Xiong Yutian teased on the side, and the people around the battle platform were shocked, and at this moment, they couldn't help but sympathize with the fate of the Flying Feather Holy Son......

"Look at it!" At this time, Long Xiaochuan's sword body shot out and hit the right hand of the Bright Holy Son in a trance, and the scepter in the right hand of the Bright Saint Son was knocked away, and then Long Xiaochuan punched several times, each punch landed on the chest of the Bright Holy Son!

The Holy Son of Light came out with blood! It took a few heels to stand still, his bun was scattered, and he had been suppressing it with his back until now!

"In that case, then I will slaughter you first, and then go to understand those three!" The Sun and Moon Marks on the Bright Saint Son's eyebrows spread out, and suddenly, his body gradually blurred!

"There's going to be a killing move over there!!See life and death!" someone said in surprise!

"Of course, he has been suppressed since the battle! The opponent is a child of six or seven years old! It is mine that will be angry. ”

When he arrived, one said: "This is the ultimate mystery of the Holy Son of Light - the light of the dark moon!"

The body of the Bright Saint Son turned into a black mist, and surrounded Long Xiaochuan on all sides.

"Although you don't want to kill more people as a hero, you really deserve to die. ”

Long Xiaochuan said in a low voice, he held the sword in both hands, and made a movement of raising the knife to slash, his steps sank, and suddenly! The golden light around his body was scattered, as if a layer of golden flame was ignited!

"This man!"

Long Xiaochuan's performance didn't know how many big people in the dark had alarmed! The more powerful the person, the more terrifying he felt in his heart

"The heirs of this generation of the Demon Emperor Hall are amazing, will there be a Demon Emperor in this life?"

……

The black mist shrouded Long Xiaochuan slowly, and Long Xiaochuan's body ignited a golden divine flame, like a torch in the dark, he did not move like a mountain, his eyes slowly closed, and his strong divine thoughts swept out!

The Son of Light in the shadows shrank his nerves! He felt that he was being targeted by a fierce beast! But he was in the dark!

"If you don't believe it, you won't be killed!" said the Bright Saint Son through gritted his teeth! His hands were distinguished by the mysterious magic seals, and suddenly, the black mist turned into a blazing white light in an instant!

"Ahh

Under the battle platform, some people with low strength didn't know about this sudden change, their eyes were tingling, covering their eyes, and screaming again and again!

"Poof!"

Suddenly, before the white light dissipated, a string of bright red liquid rushed up, and under the white light, it appeared to be crystal clear......

"Did you succeed!" said some excitedly!

Secretly, many people pinched a handful of sweat, and everything within the white light did not escape their eyes!

"What a fast sword!"

"Is this still a child......

Suddenly, in one direction, there was a heart-palpitating fluctuation! There were ** powerful people fighting! The sound quickly dissipated, and what turned was a rain of blood falling in the sky......

"The people from the Demon Emperor Hall have come to shake the field!" said an old white man, glancing.

Under the battle platform, many people didn't notice the scene just now, their eyes were fixed on the battle platform, and the white light dissipated, this scene made everyone unexpected!

"The Holy Son of Light is dead in battle!"

After a long time, I don't know who shouted.

"Gollum ......"

Many people swallowed their saliva and wiped their eyes, incredible! The Bright Holy Son was cut in two and killed on the spot! In front of his corpse, a handsome little boy stood with a sword!

"Xiaochuan is over, shouldn't we also understand our grievances!" Sima Jian retreated with both swords and retreated a few steps!

Fang Sanfang glanced at the Bright Holy Son, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, the strength of the Bright Holy Son was almost the same as them, but at this moment, he died tragically on the battlefield. They moved their gaze to Long Xiaochuan again, and the person between them had no intention of making another move, Fang Sanfang Si breathed a sigh of relief, and after glancing at each other, he looked at Sima Jian and said:

"That's right, you whore thief has provoked me three times and twice in the Dayan Holy Land, and it should be broken!" the fat Fang San squinted.

Fang Sanfang and Fang Si's knives were held together, and the footwork of the two of them walked around, forming a mysterious knife domain in the blink of an eye!

(End of chapter)