As Ning Yi's joking words landed-

With a "snap", golden blood dripped from the trembling fingertips, fell to the ground, and shattered.

The young ancestor's face was very ugly.

He didn't expect that the lethality of this human race sword cultivation in front of him would be so high.

Moreover, this sword qi is extremely strange, and after severely injuring his own skin and flesh, it carries the meaning of "extermination".

Even one's own divinity is difficult to repair.

He roared loudly and began to run, raising his hands at the same time, and the brilliant golden light surged up, enveloping his fists, and the ten fingers of his hands that were severely injured by the sword qi of the sword wielder, only ten vague phalanges were left at this moment, but in addition to the abuse of blood and qi, an extremely powerful killing intent surged away, locking Ning Yi.

The hands of the ancestor of the Dapeng Bird evolved the primordial secret technique of the Eastern Demon Domain.

The extremely familiar "swastika" character print of Ning Yi appeared in the center of his eyebrows, swallowing mountains and rivers, and a huge golden Dapeng bird unfolded behind it.

"Ancient Top Combat Power ......"

Ning Yi took a deep breath, grabbed the fine snow, and met it fiercely, the sword qi slashed, and the body of the Dapeng bird trembled suddenly.

Kill for kill!

Thousands of killing thoughts, at this moment like a drizzle into the lake, Ning Yi did not dodge or dodge, his black clothes, originally calm, splashed thousands of "ripples" at this moment, and the cold qi machine tore apart the layer of sword qi on the surface of Ning Yi's body in an instant.

This wisp of killing intent from the desolate ancient times instantly invaded his heart.

Ning Yi let out a muffled snort in his throat, and his face turned pale suddenly, but immediately after, the "word scroll" in the center of his eyebrows immediately lit up.

Radiant and prosperous.

"What is this?" The expression of the Dapeng Bird Ancestor also changed, his pupils contracted, and he could sense that his killing intent, within the invasion of this human race sword cultivation physique, was actually swept away by the majestic torrent, and it was annihilated!

Ning Yi opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes burning like the sun.

He shouted, "Break!"

At this moment, his pitch-black clothes gushed out dense golden "water droplets", each of which was a gathering of killing thoughts, and these water droplets were "oozing" out of his shirt by the word scroll, and as Ning Yi shook his shoulders, he was directly bounced away, and the water curtain of killing thoughts in the sky exploded.

Thundered.

Flying sand and rocks.

Dark all round.

Ning Yi walked forward with his sword, deceived himself, the sword opened and closed, and collided with the young ancestor, the body of the Dapeng bird ancestor was like a 10,000-year-old black iron, fine snow slashed on it, countless secret patterns swarmed out, and they were intercepted and slammed down, bursting with golden light!

The two are entangled like dragons and snakes, the land is undulating, and divinity and demonic power fly together.

The ancestor of the Dapeng Bird, a punch like a cannonball, slammed into Ning Yi's shoulder.

Flesh and blood flying.

Ning Yi snorted in his chest, when they fought each other at this level, in terms of physique alone, there was no so-called "superiority" to distinguish, no one could resist the other party's attack, and could only support it with willpower, and whether it was Ning Yi or the ancestor of the Dapeng Bird, they were all burdened with the magic of "Holy Healing".

Ning Yi pierced the chest of the young ancestor with a sword, the sword qi turned around, he was wrapped in the brilliant golden light of the scroll, a sword pierced the front chest and pierced the back, bringing out a touch of golden blood, and at the same time holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, a sword pierced to the bottom, and both hands almost touched the chest of the ancestor.

Ning Yi hit his shoulder, and the piece of flesh and blood on his shoulder that was broken by a punch before, under the repair of the word scroll magic technique, the golden light surged, and slammed into the body of the ancestor of the Dapeng Bird, taking advantage of this momentum, the two of them swept out like this, Ning Yi pressed his shoulder against each other, turning into a long rainbow.

Flying all the way for more than ten miles, blocking the road and smashing two small hills, the ancestor of the Dapeng Bird roared loudly and roared, and the two palms evolved the primitive secret method of the Eastern Demon Domain, aimed at Ning Yi's back, and slapped down wildly-

This is the clash of willpower!

Ning Yi's expression was pale, but the ruthlessness in his eyes had not diminished at all.

The long river of the avenue swirled within three feet of the body, and at the same time, the artistic conception unfolded, emerging, and resisting the physical boxing of the ancestor of the Dapeng Bird.

The thunder of the avenue was like a barrier, and it was instantly shattered by that ancestor.

The skin on the chest of the ancestor of the Dapeng Bird has begun to disappear.

The collision between divinity and divinity...... The reason why he couldn't repair his injuries was because the killing power that Ning Yi used belonged to the same level as his own strength.

The battle between the two has already attracted a great deal of attention.

Tianhai Tower, the wind and snow are shaking.

In the midst of the battle, Jian Xiu's eyes looked at the bright golden light that rose from the ground.

"The ancestor of the Eastern Demon Domain has made a move...... But what is that golden light?"

"It's sword qi, it's Ning Yi...... Wait, Ning Yi is pressing the ancestor to fight?"

Some people feel confused.

Especially those demon cultivators of the Eastern Demon Domain, they couldn't believe their eyes.

That's right...... The first generation of Dapeng Bird, the invincible ancestor of the Eastern Demon Domain, was actually pressed and beaten by that sword cultivator boy of the human race?!

A shrill roar resounded through the sky.

At this moment, the battle between these two Destiny Star Realm cultivators was more powerful than the battle of the Nirvana Realm...... More attention.

The Nirvana of the Demon Clan and the Great Sui are among the few top combat powers, the abacus in the hearts of these old monsters is set one by one, and the ban on the sea is not broken, and the two worlds will never be able to go to war, they have their own private interests behind them, and it is impossible to take their lives for the so-called "face of the world", at most, they will fight for a superiority.

But the battle in the Nirvana realm is either too far apart in strength, and it is directly instantaneous.

Either you have to fight until the magic weapon is exhausted, the sky falls apart, and finally one party is exhausted and the ending is separated...... Often the latter is accompanied by the fall of power.

Today's controversy over the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm is destined to be impossible for such a situation.

The successive appearances of various forces, the East Demon Domain, the Dragon Emperor Palace, the General's Mansion, the Zhongzhou Imperial City, the display of one hole card after another, and the appearance between those Nirvana, instead constructed a rather "delicate" balance.

But...... There will always be times when the scales tilt.

Sometimes, all it takes is a small chess piece.

......

......

The purple phoenix flame flew by, turning into a line of fire in the sky, revolving around a graceful female figure.

However, this was enough to burn the fire of the rules of the world, but it could not ignite the pitch-black ink knife.

Su Musha was in front of the horizontal knife, handed the knife out, and stood with the knife, every gesture was like a phantom, and it seemed like a real existence.

She stood still, not taking a single step, but she seemed to be everywhere.

In this torn void battlefield, countless phoenix fires were burning, and the Purple Phoenix Demon Saint was quite "embarrassed" to dodge around, because no matter where she arrived, there was an ink knife above her head, slashing and teasing.

The black veil danced wildly, and the giant knife flew up.

The Purple Phoenix Demon Saint narrowed her eyes, she had no intention of fighting with this academy nirvana, her only purpose for arriving here...... is to kill the girl surnamed Pei to avenge the blood.

But now it seems...... The development of things has exceeded his control.

Not far away, she looked at the battlefield between Futu and Jiuquanzi, where a black and white turbid gas was shrouded, revealing the location of the "Xiaoyan Mountain Boundary...... It's none other than Futu.

And after the arrival of the Tianhai Tower of the Eastern Demon Domain.

This became the main battlefield of the Greylands.

A large number of cultivators rushed here to witness the battle between Ning Yi and the Great Peng Bird Ancestor, but these sword cultivators swept out of the northern city, in fact, to rush to the aid of the General's Mansion Iron Cavalry, and now these Iron Cavalry has greatly relieved the pressure.

"Floating Chart...... What the hell do you want to do?" Zihuang pursed her lips, she vaguely felt that what Futu was trying to do was not a trivial matter, and the intervention of the Eastern Demon Domain was not a good thing for the Dragon Emperor Palace, in this chaos, what did Futu fancy to it?

Still is...... Something more?

A chaotic, disorderly thought jumped into her mind—

Now, everyone's eyes are drawn here.

And after the Eastern Demon Domain took charge of the war, there was no one-sided victory in the scene. If the Iron Cavalry in the north is about to return to the Great Wall, the chaos will become more and more intense, and the Dapeng Bird Clan, who fell here with the Tianhai Tower, will be unable to recover the situation...... Then the fog of Mustard Mountain.

Will it be unveiled today?

She looked at the battlefield of black and white turbidity, the white-robed Futu Demon Saint and Jiuquanzi fought each other, the Guanshi Tower was as dexterous as a flying sword, constantly colliding with the wine jug, and the thoughts of the Nirvana realm were fighting, but Futu's face was still smiling, he didn't seem to care about winning or losing this battle...... I just hope that all this will be postponed and developed.

Even if the balance tilted, it gradually fell on the side of the Great Sui.

He didn't care.

Because that's not a bad thing...... The old dragon bell of Fengming Mountain has been retrieved, and the purpose of his trip has been perfectly achieved.

He watched calmly as it all happened until the dust settled.

He's a firelighter, he's a participant, but more talking, he's a spectator.

He's waiting.

Waiting for this battle to come to an end...... When the Eastern Demon Domain can't stop the Northern Iron Horse.

That White Emperor, will he still be able to sit still at that time?

Zihuang took a deep breath.

In front of her, the ink knife no longer followed and chopped, not far away, Su Musha raised his hand to collect the knife, his expression was solemn, thousands of phantoms were shattered at this moment, and the entire world was only left with a true body.

The dean of the White Deer Cave Academy looked in the direction of Tianhai Tower.

The wind and snow were shaking, and thousands of bright red lights were falling from the sky above Tianhai Tower, dripping with essence and blood, all of which were the "secret treasures" left by the first ancestor when he cast Tianhai Tower.

At this moment, the sky is like heavy rain, and the raindrops are scarlet.

The first ancestor, separated from Ning Yi, was pierced through his chest by fine snow, breaking a fist-sized hole, but the primordial secret of Tianhai Tower flew down, enveloping him layer by layer.

Behind the young ancestor, a pair of huge scarlet bone wings spread out—

His eyes were already blood-red, except for the fact that his pupils were a little black, there was no other expression, his hands were closed, and the majestic killing intent gathered like a storm, but it was no longer pure gold, but red like a sea of blood!

The wings trembled, and the sea of blood pressed down.

The wind roared wildly, as if returning to the ancient times.

The canopy of the sky fell and the sea tore apart.

At this moment, the world is noisy and silent.

All eyes converge on the dome.

Dressed in a black shirt, he jumped high, the long sword in his hand split through the chaos, slashed out, and collided with the killing intent of the sea of blood-