In mid-air, filled with terrifying sword qi fluctuations, the eight divine chains outside Xuan Meng's body instantly fused, turning into a colorful divine pillar, controlling the Soul Devouring Sword, and forcibly split Fang Jin's defensive divine ring, directly splitting his head.

Fang Jin shouted, the head moved and did not die, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

However, in the next second, the converging sword qi formed a strangulation vortex, which directly shrouded Fang Jin's head, causing his skull to shatter and turn into minced meat, and blood stained the void red.

Fang Jin's martial soul overflowed and wanted to escape, but he was suppressed and refined by Xuanmeng's seven-layer demon refining tower, screaming and roaring.

The void was collapsing, and the various visions condensed by Fang Jin's previous communication with the Origin Power of the Battle Spirit Continent disappeared in the blink of an eye, like a thunderbolt, and then disappeared with the wind.

"Senior Brother Fang!"

There are disciples of the Dongchen family shouting, full of sadness and reluctance.

Xuan Meng stood proudly in the air, and the eight divine chains on her body turned into a lotus platform, bringing out her elegance and refinement.

Yimeng said lightly: "The performance is good, take a credit." ”

Up and down the Tiansheng Gate, everyone was cheering at this moment, and the laughter spread all over Tianqing Prefecture, making Dongchen Qishan feel extremely harsh, as if he had been humiliated in public.

"Kill her and avenge Senior Brother Fang!"

On the Chijin warship, the disciples of the Dongchen family were roaring, wanting to seek justice for Fang Jin.

"Come here if you want to die, I'll send you on your way directly!"

Xuan Meng was unscrupulous, and he did not hide the killing in his heart.

The victory in this battle laid the foundation for the Heavenly Holy Gate Rival Clan, and made the Ethereal Sanctuary, the Black Prison Sanctuary, the Snowy Holy Gate and other sects see hope, and the fear of the Warrior Clan in their hearts has disappeared since then.

The white-clothed scribe laughed and said, "Good kill, leave the next battle to me!"

He has hatred in his heart, and after 50,000 years, today is finally about to explode.

Qiu Feng was also very excited, he was still skeptical about the strength of the Heavenly Saint Gate before, and the reason why he came here was for the sake of the white-clothed scribe.

But now, Xuan Meng slashed Fang Jin and won the battle at the same level, which made Qiu Feng also see hope, and his eyes showed excitement.

The white-clothed scribe got off the field, pointed to the red gold warship and shouted: "Dongchen Qishan, come and die!"

Back then, the white-clothed scribe was from the Dongchen family, and he watched his beloved die in battle, but he couldn't do anything, and the guilt and hatred are still engraved in his heart.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

Dongchen Qishan was annoyed and angry, he had never been so embarrassed as he was today, it didn't matter if he died, and he let his former disciples point fingers there, it was simply unforgivable!

"Zhong Yu, you go and kill him!"

A man in Tsing Yi in his twenties flew out, and Lang smiled: "Okay, I'll kill him." ”

Zhong Yu is also a master of the eight rings, full of confidence, stronger than Fang Jin, and is the top three characters among the nine sons of Dongchen.

Although Fang Jin was killed by Xuan Meng just now, it made the Dongchen family lose face.

But the white-clothed scribe is not Xuanmeng, he came from the Dongchen family in the past, and now he is against the war clan, that is, looking for death.

The white-clothed scribe could communicate with the power of the origin of the Battle Spirit Continent, and he had lived for more than 50,000 years, and his strength was quite amazing.

But as long as he goes against the War Clan, his strength will plummet, and not only will he not be able to communicate with the power of the Origin, but he will also be suppressed by the War Spirit Continent.

"Dongchen Qishan, you sent a little ghost here, are you afraid of death? It doesn't matter, I'll kill him first, and I'll kill you later, anyway, you all have to die here today." ”

The anger burning in the chest of the white-clothed scribe had never been extinguished for fifty thousand years, but it had reached its strongest level at this moment, because he finally had a chance to take revenge.

Zhong Yu looked at the white-clothed scribe and said contemptuously: "Speaking of which, I should call you senior brother, but it's a pity that you betrayed the master, and today I will come to clean up the portal." ”

"Once you enter the war clan, you are not as good as a dog. It's a pity that you're still smug there, you're really stupid as a pig. ”

The white-clothed scribe scolded, hatred like fire.

Zhong Yu's face turned cold, and he snorted: "The traitor still dares to open his mouth, and he will talk about it after solving my trick." Eight Rings Heavenly Luo Hand!"

Zhong Yu killed, using Fang Jin's previous tricks, but the power was much stronger than Fang Jin.

"Idiot, do you think I can't?"

The white-clothed scribe also cast the Eight Rings Tianluo Hand, and opened the Eight Divine Rings in his body, releasing terrifying fluctuations, and was in the same position as the Eight Environmental Realms, but his cultivation was much stronger than Zhong Yu.

Both of them were borrowing the power of the origin of the Battle Spirit Continent to communicate with all things, but at the moment when the palms of the two sides collided, the white-clothed scribe let out an exclamation.

At that moment, his attack power dropped suddenly, and he suddenly broke off the connection with the Battle Spirit Continent, unable to borrow his strength, causing the attack to be interrupted.

Zhong Yu took advantage of the situation and directly blasted the white-clothed scribe away, and said with a wild smile in his mouth: "Fight with me, you are still far away." The traitors of the war clan can no longer communicate with the power of mountains and rivers, so die. ”

The white-clothed scribe was hit hard, bleeding from the seven holes, but he did not flinch, and immediately ran the barbarian battle technique, and before Zhong Yu killed, two divine chains flew out, although they could not resist, but they effectively resolved part of the crisis.

The white-clothed scribe retreated violently, roaring angrily in the sky, and four divine chains flew out of his body, and his momentum continued to increase.

Qiu Feng was a little worried, afraid that the white-clothed scribe would die here.

The people of the Heavenly Saint Gate were also worried, after all, from the current point of view, Zhong Yu had an absolute advantage, and the divine chain on the white-clothed scribe had not yet fully burst out.

With a bang, the white-clothed scribe was blown away for the third time, and his whole body was covered in blood, but he was laughing wildly, and his eyes were full of madness.

"Tianluo hand!"

A deafening roar came from the mouth of the white-clothed scribe, and he once used the Tianluo Hand, but this time instead of fusing the eight divine rings, he was entwined with the eight divine chains, and he was walking the path of a Nanban master.

"Idiot, Eight-Ring Heavenly Luo Hand!"

Zhong Yu was conceited and arrogant, and bombarded with the same move, and the palms of both sides collided in mid-air once.

This time, everyone's eyes widened to know the outcome.

Eight rings vs. eight chains, which one is weaker and which one is stronger?

Bang, with a loud bang, Zhong Yu retreated violently, blood gushed out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he suffered a heavy setback.

The white-clothed scribe rolled back, laughing wildly and tears welling up in his eyes.

After 50,000 years, he finally found a way to revenge, how could he not be excited?

"Kill!"

Zhong Yu and the white-clothed scribe roared in unison, both of them were from the Dongchen family, and their cultivation skills were similar, but the white-clothed scribe had more combat experience and deeper cultivation, and of course he was more seriously injured.

"Okay, okay, come on!"

Qiu Feng laughed wildly, tears falling from his eyes.

50,000 years of living, isn't it just for the unwillingness and persistence in my heart?

Back then, the willing people had already been enslaved by the war clan, and the disciples who were alive in the world, which one didn't want to fight to the death?

"Fairy, do you see it? He is avenging you!"

Qiu Feng's eyes showed endless grief.

And in Lei Lingzhou, Tuoqi, the coach of the Poor Qi, also had a different color in his eyes, staring at the white-clothed scribe deadly.

"He's finally about to be freed!"