The hollows twisted and deformed, and huge swirls appeared horizontally, as if to pull everything in. At the center of this whirlpool, Hao Lingdao faced a rare crisis from which it was difficult to break free. One arm was twisted and crushed on the spot.

"Hiss!"

Looking at this scene, all the monks couldn't help but gasp.

"This ...... What is this?"

Many practitioners have heart palpitations.

In their field of vision, a restless space appeared in the sky, distorting everything, and everything was shattered in front of it. In this case, the veins of the sun are struggling to resist, but they are in great confusion.

"Who is he, I've never heard of him before, I didn't expect it, I didn't think of it......"

Some were terrified.

Looking at Jiang Fanxiao's vanity towards independence, the man was shocked.

Sirius had never heard of such a person's name, but now, if he came from the long river of time and space and was born out of nowhere, he had trapped the Sun Supreme in the Sanqing Kingdom, which was incredible.

"Ahh

In the mysterious whirlpool, Ling Hao roared angrily.

His body was wrapped in piercing blood, and then it began to burn, turning into an unparalleled energy that swept across all directions. Soon, his twisted and broken right arm finally condensed and touched the world.

"Humph!"

Jiang Fanxiao's face was full of anger.

He stood in the void, his eyes blood-red, and the two silver suns shook slightly.

"Buzz!"

The vortex in front of him suddenly became even more terrifying, and all the power hit a point, mightily towards the sun's blood cover, pulling him to different dimensions to destroy.

Like a bird flying, the noise is endless.

Hao Lingdao is very strong. As the blood of the sun, his combat power is undoubtedly very terrifying. Under this incredible power, his eyes filled with two blinding rays of scorching sunlight, and the power of the main road surged around him, forcing him to erect a defensive barrier to isolate the warping forces around him, trying to escape.

"You can't get out!"

Jiang Fanxiao's eyes were cold and ruthless.

The sacred art of returning to the renminbi was parasitic in his eyes. Now he doesn't need any other action. Everywhere his eyes passed, everything was distorted. The Light of the Eyes is the most powerful weapon for attacking and killing.

"Buzz!"

Ling Haolu had just walked out of the center of the whirlpool and would go out. However, at this moment, the vortex seems to be moving instantaneously. As Jiang Fanxiao's eyes moved, it was trapped in the center again.

"Before!"

Outside Ling Hao's road, the power of the road's yang collapsed first.

Jiang Fanxiao's face was expressionless, his pupils jumped slightly, and he shook slightly, and directly twisted one of Hao Lingdao's thighs.

"Poof!"

The blood mist rolled, engulfed by the black hole in the center.

The sacred art of returning to the Yuan is embodied in the eyes of the Dao, which is the Tao that is closest to the sacred rules of space. At this moment, Jiang Fanxiao's achievements according to Luo Tianjing are almost unparalleled among his contemporaries. Even if the sun's blood is hard to resist, it can't get out.

"Come again!"

He shouted coldly.

The great vortex began to shrink, but it became stronger. A pop broke half of Ling Hao's road.

But at the same time, Jiang Fanxiao trembled slightly, and there was tearing pain in his eyes.

In the final analysis, the eyes of the Tao are strong, and the divine art of returning to the Yuan contained in it is even stronger. But it is also because they are too powerful, and the burden on him is also great, and it is difficult to support this extremely sacred art for a long time.

He shuddered, and the huge whirlpool in front of him suddenly became chaotic.

"Boom!"

Ling Haolu, as the blood of the sun, is also a strong man who is quasi-Luo Tianjing. Naturally, it was impossible to miss this opportunity. He burst out with great power in an instant. If his body were sacred, it would turn into a streamer of light, moving straight outward for thousands of miles.

"You can't escape!"

Jiang Fanxiao closed her eyes slightly to relieve the severe pain.

He stepped into the void, and the gods scattered in pursuit. After a few breaths, he opened his eyes again. Two silver suns twinkled in the mysterious holy mountain, looking straight at Ling Haolu, who had been attacked and killed.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the space in front of him was directly distorted, and the vortex of space reappeared.

"Damn it!"

Ling Hao said angrily.

He has excellent combat power, but in the face of the closest way to the laws of divine space, he is both powerful and difficult to contend with. Among them, his earth power can only barely protect himself, wanting to tear through the void and escape.

"Poof!"

In the blink of an eye, his reunited body shattered again, and his left arm turned directly into a blood mist.

"I'll see how long you can last!"

Jiang Fanxiao's eyes were cold and ruthless.

Thousands of silver runes rose and fell around him. He is like an emperor who rules heaven and earth. His eyes were as bright as a cold sword.

"Poof!"

Soon, Hao Lingdao's left leg was fractured, and blood stained the void red.

However, for only a split second, the spatial vortex appeared horizontally, absorbing all the blood mist.

"Ahh

Ling Hao said angrily.

His eyes were filled with two hot suns, like a beast lying on Jiang Fanxiao's body.

"Humph!"

Jiang Fanxiao sneered.

He didn't hesitate, his eyes moved again, and the silver sun turned around, distorting everything.

"Poof!"

Ahead, half of Ling Haolu's body was torn to pieces, feeling desolate.

"This, this ......"

"The sun's blood is really suppressed."

"An invincible new star was born......?

Many monks had heart palpitations.

"Son!"

Within the Haotian family, hundreds of clan disciples who witnessed the war were panicked.

The sacred art of returning to the Yuan Dynasty can be called amazing Shintoism. This was the closest way to the rules of the Divine Space, which made it difficult for Ling Haolu to compete with it. In this case, he can only force himself to protect himself from being dragged into the central black hole.

He is strong and keenly aware of the horror of black holes.

Once dragged in, there is a good chance that he will not be able to leave alive and will definitely die.

"Boom!"

He struggled and shook his arms inside, and the Sun God's fist was used to shatter the whirlpool.

But how can the sacred art of returning to the renminbi be so easily broken?

This is Jiang Fanxiao's eyes. As long as he does not close his eyes, this sacred art will never disappear. At this moment, Ling Haodao's Sun God Fist did not shake the vortex of space, but broke the surrounding mountains.

He felt a terrible threat.

"You will also have fear! You are not the blood of the sun, why do you show a disturbing color in front of everyone......"

Jiang Fanxiao sneered.

This sentence was very weak, but it was like a loud slap in the face, which suddenly made Ling Haolu's face pale.

"I said you were going to die today!"

The thought of the disappearance of Chen Yifeng, Luo Qin and others suddenly surged several times in his eyes.

"Poof!"

The space was empty again, directly twisting Ling Hao in half.

At this time, Ling Hao's appearance was very sad, his body's breathing was decreasing, and blood was splattered all over his body. At this time, almost all of his limbs were broken, and only one arm remained, which was a tragedy.

"Son!"

"Damn it!"

"Stop, thief!"

Many of the monks of the Haotian Sect howled.

Some rushed out and took out their best treasures. Hao Ranhao pressed them towards Jiang Fanxiao.

Jiang Fanxiao's eyes were cold and ruthless, and he waved his hand without looking back.

"Sonorous!"

The sound of the sword was deafening. Dozens of split heavenly swords were mercilessly slashed backwards.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

All the disciples of Haotian Sect rushed forward and were smashed to pieces.

With their strength, how could they stop Jiang Fanxiao?

"Evil face!"

A roar within science fell from the sky, and several old people were killed, and everyone's eyes were cold.

These are the four Sanqing elders.

"Buzz!"

The four of them stretched out their hands at the same time and pressed down towards Jiang Fanxiao.

"It's a shame......"

In the distance, someone whispered.

It was clear that it was a fair World War I, and so was his Heavenly Dao science. Naturally, many viewers looked down on him.

"Humph!"

Jiang Fanxiao sneered and turned a blind eye.

His eyes were still staring at Ling Hao Dao in front of him, and when he returned to Sanyuan, he would be dragged into a different destruction space. At the same time, in the sky behind him, thunderclouds suddenly dispersed, and the purple sky whistled down like a storm.

"Cameroon!"

"Cameroon!"

"Cameroon!"

It was the sound of lightning falling that made the scalps of many monks tingle.

The three clear and four kings who rushed out were cut off from the void on the spot, their bodies turned black and their bodies were stained with blood.

"Boom!"

The sky was dull, making all the monks change color.

The incomparable thunder was pressed down again, destroying the four men who rushed in.

However, it was also at this time that a lonely figure appeared at the highest point of Haotian Sect. His gaze was cold, without any mood swings, and he swept it up mercilessly. The light in his eyes was terrifying, and he first erupted into an endless thunderstorm.

"Boom!"

Jiang Fanxiao's body was shocked, and his whole body trembled slightly.

At the same time, Tao's eyes reached their limits, and it was difficult to support the sacred art of returning to Yuan. At this time, he simply closed his eyes, leaned his head indifferently against the void, and stared at the tallest figure in the scientific paradise, his eyes were very cold.

"Ling Hao's Night ......"

He said coldly.

Luo Tian's taste on the other side is too obvious. It is Luo Tian and the King of the Seven Heavens.

When his eyes looked, many viewers changed color. At the same time, many disciples of Haotian Sect were overjoyed, and they all bowed to the highest place, calling out their ancestors and even the four Sanqing elders with unparalleled respect.

"Great-grandfather"

Only Hao Lingdao did not salute, struggling to reassemble the corpse on the void.

At the highest point of Haotian Sect, this tall figure was undoubtedly Ling Hao's night. His gaze was so indifferent that he glanced at the veins of the sun, and then stared at Jiang Fanxiao. A faint light flashed in his eyes. He was motionless, his hands raised, and he stood tall like an outsider.

"I'm going to kill him!"

The blood of the sun is cold.

He looked at his great-grandfather, and then turned his gaze to Jiang Fanxiao.

"If it weren't for someone's help, you wouldn't be alive right now. Now, I'm not going to give you a chance......"

Jiang Fanxiao shook his head.

He tilted his head and stared at Ling Haolu again.

The mountain range where these two men were located was extremely vast, but at this moment it was broken, and half of it was destroyed.

"I admit that the skill just now is very powerful, but so what, can you support it?" Hao Lingdao's eyes were indifferent, and the strength of his whole body soared: "If you give up that secret art, why can you still compete with me? When a person appears here, you are doomed to die." ”