"Boom!"

The main peak in the south is boiling, the war drums are ringing, the military flag is hunting, the roar, the screams, the sound of weapons handover, all kinds of sounds are mixed together, and a piece of divine rainbow erupts, which is brilliant and dazzling, but behind the wonderful picture is a fresh life falling.

A half-ancestor blood white lions in the form of a lion, with two horns on its head and a goatee, let out a sharp roar, the antlers of the head were broken, and red golden blood splattered out.

There are even more double-winged dragons that are huge and friendless, and their flesh is truncated into more than 30 sections, which is miserable.

All kinds of races participated in this battle, and even the Titan Demon Clan, a leader of the army of the Seven Realms, had a killing method like a nightmare, and had torn more than a dozen Thousand Domain elites apart in a row.

It was a scuffle, a terrible scuffle.

The disparity in the number of people on both sides was too great, and hundreds of exhausted young people of the Thousand Great Domains were instantly wiped out by an army of 60,000, like hundreds of ants being covered by a flood, and it was difficult for others to find any clues in them.

Wu Heng rushed left and right, and more than ten people flew away, chasing Nangong Han.

He was extremely fast, even though he had only reached the three realms of immortals when he had cultivated, but he had pulled the momentum of the holy mountain, but he was still better when he ascended to the four realms of immortals, and he had already come behind Nangong Han with his steps in the line array.

Seeing that the other party was in pursuit, Nangong Han was ruthless, and with a return shot, he swept the turbulent air vortex.

"Bell!"

Wu Heng was facing a hammer, Wan Jun's divine power was condensed, and the immortal light of the body protection of this extraordinary weapon collapsed, and it was faintly deformed.

Nangong Han didn't dare to keep his hand, and an immortal vein lit up on his back, but it looked a little nondescript, not unusually shiny, obviously this is not an immortal vein cultivated naturally, it is estimated that the holy fruit was refined, and there was a mistake in the awakening halfway, resulting in neither yin nor yang, and it was not a complete body.

However, there is always better than nothing, there are eleven and a half wisps of immortal qi protection, and he can fight Wu Heng for a few tricks without falling behind.

However, Wu Heng was in a lot of trouble, his body was clanging, and he was smashed by hundreds of weapons, and he was facing more than Nangong Han, but all around him were enemy troops.

The eyes of these enemies are very strange, and their magic weapons are hitting that person's body, as if they are hitting a hard divine iron, the other party has nothing to do, but their magic weapons are damaged, and they are really a perverted mess.

No wonder even the ancient king suffered a loss at his hands.

Wu Heng didn't have the patience to talk to Nangong Han about anything, and the thirteen immortal veins on his back were bright, like a round of scorching sun breaking out of the dawn, magnificent and bright.

At the same time, a wisp of imperial qi overflowed from his body, and his combat power exploded as a result, reaching the threshold of the extreme path.

"Boom!"

It was another duel of weapons, this time Wu Heng broke out with all his strength, relying on the momentum of the holy mountain under his feet, and directly smashed the immortal soldiers of Nangong Han's hand and flew out.

At the same time, he sealed with his left hand, and used the technique of smoothing his hair to hit the Qiankun Divine Fist, and a series of twenty golden fist marks hit Nangong Han's body continuously.

Bang bang......

The strength of one punch after punch was vigorous, and it was doubled, and the twentieth punch behind it was already the brute force of the little fairy king purple golden bull.

Wu Heng's move was too fierce, smashing Nangong Han's weapon with a hammer, and then immediately using the technique of smoothing hair, twenty Qiankun Divine Fists in a row.

Burst......

Nangong Han's weapon came out, and he didn't have time to react to the smooth hair technique, twenty punches really hit his body, each punch made him fall backwards, his body shook, until the eighth punch behind him was even more punch and coughing up blood, the green roots on his forehead burst out, very painful, his black hair was scattered, and the clothes on his body were shattered inch by inch, and they were in tatters.

The twentieth punch fell, Nangong Han was already weak, and a blood-colored hole was smashed out of his chest, and his internal organs were faintly visible, and the picture was extremely brutal.

"You ......" Nangong Han glared at Wu Heng viciously, there was no way to retreat, and he barely managed to stabilize his body when he hit a thick stone mountain.

He was very unwilling and shocked, his cultivation reached the Eight Realms of Ascending Immortals, but he was forced to retreat by a monk of the Three Realms of Ascending Immortals, he hated, if the twelfth immortal vein he cultivated by relying on the Holy Fruit was complete, it would not be like this.

"It's not true, it's not fake, it's not your own things that are imposed, it's just nondescript. "Wu Heng's indifference approached Nangong Han, and there were thirteen flowers of the Great Dao blooming in the void around him, and the whole person was natural, the Tao was natural, and it was integrated into the Holy Mountain.

Nangong Han shouted hysterically: "What qualifications do you have to say about me, you go against the sky, forcibly cultivate the thirteen immortal veins, sooner or later you will eat the bitter fruit!"

Wu Heng was too lazy to say, he raised his hand and slashed it with a hammer, only to hear a bang, a bronze sword stopped in front of Nangong Han, and the sword was also very calm, stopping the ancient sky-turning hammer.

This is a tall man in silver armor, more than two meters tall, obviously a Terran, but standing in the Terran crowd is definitely the kind that stands out from the crowd and is out of place.

This person's eyes seemed to have a layer of frost, which gave his eyes a calm solemnity.

Xiang Zhuang, a silver-armored man more than two meters tall, looked at Wu Heng coldly, his face was expressionless, his eyes had no pupils, and they were pale with frost.

Wu Heng has seen many people's eyes, but he has never seen such pale eyes, full of dead silence.

Seeing Xiang Zhuang come to rescue him, Nangong Han was overjoyed, and without even saying a word, Fushishan stood up and fled to the foot of the holy mountain, so he didn't panic.

If you want to come to Nangong Han, you can't care about any face at all, he is different from the ancient king, he is still afraid of death, and would rather live!

"Get out of here!"

Looking at the person standing in the way, Wu Heng was slightly angry, but he found that he was full of domineering divine power, and he couldn't suppress that bronze sword in the slightest.

There's definitely something wrong with those pale eyes, special pupil power?

Clang!

Wu Heng pulled back the big hammer and smashed it violently, and the bronze sword still blocked the ancient sky-turning hammer at an incredible angle, shooting out a black magic light.

With a bang, the demonic light exploded, turning into thousands of arrow-like aftermaths that spread in all directions, and several Seven Realm cultivators were severely injured as a result.

The rest of the people were also in disbelief, it was just the aftermath, and the three monks who had ascended to the Immortal Four Realms paid a great price for this.

The thirteen immortal veins plus a wisp of imperial qi are really too domineering, and the cultivation of extinction cannot be measured by common sense at all.

Xiang Zhuang's pale eyes didn't have any emotional fluctuations, he locked on Wu Heng, his lips moved, and his voice was stiff: "Until I fall, my sword will not be shaken by any weapon." ”

Nangong Han, who had run away, looked back at this scene and said coldly: "Xiang Zhuang, leave him with his last breath, and the last breath will be ended by my own hands!"

"Ridiculous!" The corners of Wu Heng's mouth raised slightly, his heart was disdainful, he immediately stepped on the line of words and retreated backwards to distance himself from Xiang Zhuang, and then took out the Houyi bow and shot straight at Nangong Han.