With his hands rubbed together in front of his chest, the space in front of him was distorted and deformed, and a huge white vortex spun rapidly, roaring and rushing towards the purple light flame, about to swallow and drown this purple light flame in the whirlpool.

Unexpectedly, the strong power contained in the vortex actually accelerated the soaring of the purple light flame.

The figure of the old man had just withdrawn from a thousand feet away, when there was a thunderclap and a shocking sound, and a round of purple-gold scorching sun with a diameter of 100 zhang suddenly rose in front of him. The rolling purple flames scattered and rushed, and the violent spiritual power quickly dispersed towards Zhou. A wide space crack appeared in the week.

"Earthquake Thunder!"

The old man screamed in exclamation, and his lips trembled. There was a rare look of panic in his eyes, he knew that it was the earth-shaking thunder, and he couldn't use this vortex to knead and devour it, so that the two violent spiritual powers converged together, but it would grow the power of this earth-shaking thunder.

Besides, that Lingbao-level cyan tripod will also explode by itself, and the strength of the strands will be in one place, how powerful should it be?

Too late to think about it. The mana was wildly urged, and a rolling red flame flew out of the body, turning into a red light mask to cover the figure in the center, and the sleeves of the robe were raised, and a small shield with silver light flew out of the sleeve, distorting and changing, becoming bigger and bigger, as if it was going to block in front of him.

A world-destroying fear and coercion came from all over the mountains, and slapped fiercely on the silver shield that had just turned into a few zhang wide, and the silver shield flashed. The oblique thorn flew out, and the next moment, the violent spiritual power slashed across the old man's body and cheeks like blades, stinging hotly. The figure was uncontrollably wrapped in the center by a strong force, pushing and rubbing and catapulting into the distance, slamming into the silver warship. The sound of bones shattering faintly rang in my ears.

Hundreds, thousands, thousands of feet, in the blink of an eye. Tens of thousands of zhang of scale were covered with purple-gold flames, among the purple-gold flames. Fragments of magic weapons roared.

Not only was the figure of the old man enveloped in the flames, but even the warship and the more than a dozen monks who had not yet had time to come out of the warboat were swallowed by the flames.

The screams rang out, and the dozen or so monks instantly turned into purple fireballs, and their figures were desperately rubbed and pushed by a huge force uncontrollably.

The silver warship was tossed high by this huge force, but in an instant, it flew towards the surface of the sea.

The monks who were rushing towards the giant island turned their heads one by one helplessly, but the few monks who walked at the end were wrapped in a wave of heat, and the aura of the body protection collapsed, their clothes were burned, and their skin was instantly charred.

A blue shining fragment of the tripod roared, and it hit the head of a middle-aged man like lightning, and with a muffled "bang", the man's head was split.

When the other monks saw this, where did they dare to stand here and watch the excitement, and they fled away from the light.

In the distance, a golden fist shadow rushed out of the body of the golden-winged roc, colliding with the red flame tumbling fist shadow, shattering together, the sky was full of golden light, the red flame fluttered, a black long sword and a red spear collided together, and each flew upside down with a loud bang.

The purple-golden light flame and violent spiritual power roared from a distance, and the huge figure of the golden-winged Dapeng was hit by this huge force, rolling and flying into the distance, and then, with a fan of wings, turned around, no longer fled, but flew in the direction of the giant island.

The black light flashed, and the black flying sword disappeared into the body of the golden-winged roc.

The monks who were originally following the giant crane and the golden-winged Dapeng after their deaths were startled by the white-robed old man and the group of canine demon monks who rushed out of the silver war boat, and fled to both sides, not daring to approach the giant island.

Looking at the dazzling "Purple Sun" that turned into tens of thousands of feet in an instant, and feeling the violent spiritual power and scorching smell that came to their faces, all the monks' hearts were beating suddenly, and they were secretly fortunate that they did not approach this purple sun.

Some monks couldn't help laughing, wishing that this stumbling old man in white robe would be incinerated by this "purple sun".

The sharp-eyed monk saw the golden-winged roc heading towards the giant island again, and when he boarded, he urged the flying boat under his feet, and he also rushed towards the giant island.

There were also a few far-sighted people, but they flew towards the giant island in the flying boat, obviously to avoid the possible conflict between the golden-winged roc and the dog demon monk.

The two sphin-like eagle-winged demonic beasts glanced at each other, unable to hide the excitement in their eyes.

"Retribution, retribution!"

A monster muttered and whispered.

The other demonic beast had wings and went straight to the giant island from the other direction.

A red flame burst out from the center of the "Purple Sun", beating and flying towards the giant island, in the red flame, the white-robed old man was scorched black, his beard was gone, his back was rickety, his right arm and left leg were missing, the severed limb was the same charred black, and there was no blood flowing out, and the smell in his body was more than half weaker than just now.

The dog demon clan is not known for its physical toughness, but fortunately, the old mana is deep and knowledgeable, and he uses his natal true flame to turn into a protective aura and block it from the body. Otherwise, I'm afraid the loss of momentum will be heavy.

Right now. A black light flashed from afar, silently flying after the old man's death.

The old man looked as if he had eyes on his back. Without looking, he waved his left hand and slapped it backwards.

With a thunderclap, a crimson palm shadow broke through the air, and the storm flames slapped the past fiercely at the black light, and even the void was trembling.

This palm shadow is very different from the palm shadow that killed the gray crane just now, it is actually a huge red dog claw, and the long sharp toes are shining brightly.

Unexpectedly, the speed of the black light was extremely fast. The claw shadow actually shot in the air.

The black light flashed on the back, and a seven-foot-long jet-black long sword had already reached the time when the old man died, and it was full of spirituality and slashed straight between his necks.

The old man's pupils shrank, and his left palm slapped towards the void below, and the figure suddenly jumped up and down.

The long sword slashed between the old man's waist in a flash, and the protective aura collapsed, and with a "poof", blood burst out, and the old man's body was cut in two. The only remaining right leg dragged the lower half of his body towards the sea, and his intestines pierced through his stomach.

The old man announced a terrible scream, his cheeks twitched, and a trace of pain and reluctance flashed in his eyes. The backhand slammed on the Tianling cover, and with a muffled "bang", the mutilated body was suddenly torn.

Weirdly. The shattered flesh and blood suddenly gathered in the air, and it actually condensed into a similar body. Whether it is appearance or height, it is the same as the old man. It's just that the spiritual pressure exuded from the body is much weaker, at most equal to a middle-level Demon Ancestor.

The body each stretched out his hand and grabbed a few magic weapons and storage bracelets that were whirling and twisting in the air, and between the shaking of the figures, they turned into a ray of light and flew away in one direction.

The black flying sword hit a success, but instead of taking advantage of the victory to pursue, it whirled in the air and twisted for a week, and flew towards the golden-winged Dapeng who was chasing after it, and in a flash, it disappeared into the body of the golden-winged Dapeng.

With a wave of his hand, the black flying sword trembled and turned into a black filament of light and rushed into the white jade gourd.

Shaking his head and sighing, he said, "It's a pity that this sword only needs to be powerful with one blow, otherwise, how can this old guy be killed?"

"If you can force a demon lord like this, be content!"

Qi Da muttered, and his eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Yuhu.

After this Huzhong Sword was added to the Tiangang Stone and refined from scratch by Allure, the power of one blow was a few points greater than the speed and power of the Tiangang Sword in the hands of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy.

As he spoke, the figure of the Golden-winged Roc was getting closer and closer to the group of Dog Demon Clan monks.

And the Demon Ancestor and several Demon Venerables led by the Dog Demon Clan monks had already sacrificed the magic weapon in their hands together and shelled towards the Golden-winged Dapeng.

A large silver seal, a white jade ring with flying runes, a red mace with a red flame tumbling more than ten zhang long, and a giant axe with blue light......

The other two Demon Ancestors took half of the Demon Venerable's head and rushed towards the giant island without looking back.

The golden-winged Dapeng suddenly flew high, his wings fanned wildly, and he dodged several oncoming magic weapons in time, seeing the blue light shining giant axe slashing towards the wings, the silver light flashed, and a silver spear flew out of the golden-winged Dapeng's body and crashed into the giant axe.

"Phew!"

An angry shout suddenly sounded in the sky, and immediately after, a strong divine power swept in.

Listening to the angry shouts, except for a few Demon Ancestors, the other Demon Venerable Realm cultivators actually turned black one by one, their brains were buzzing, their mana was loose, and they were swept away by the strong divine thoughts that followed, and they were instantly dizzy, and their bodies fell uncontrollably towards the sea.

The white-robed old man, who was in a state of defeat, had a strong sense of panic in his eyes, and he didn't look back and galloped for his life, and he didn't have the heart to compete with the people in the Golden-winged Dapeng.

This sword of Allure has already made it chill.

Although several monks from the Demon Ancestor Realm did not faint, their bodies were all weak and weak, their brains were buzzing, and they lost their minds for a while.

Only the short, fat, pot-bellied red-robed man could still hold on to his clear heart, and suddenly announced a loud and sharp whistle, and reached out to point at the red mace, which flew high and smashed the oncoming golden-winged roc again.

The howling sound was like an ear, and several Demon Ancestors woke up together, and even several Demon Ancestors with strong divine power also woke up one after another.

But I saw that a black long sword with a handle of a few feet and a short length suddenly flew out of the body of the golden-winged Dapeng, there were more than ten pieces, one transformation, one transformation, eight transformations, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was full of sword shadows.

Along with this, a ball of rolling golden flames followed the long sword, instantly turning into acres and acres, and collapsed with a "boom".