The incandescent flames burned silently in the hands of the white-clothed Heaven Slayer, turning into a sharp cone and stabbing down fiercely towards Ling Zixuan's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

The four Sky Slayers attacked together, making it impossible for the War King to dodge from different directions.

Since you can't dodge, let's fight!

The golden light on Ling Zixuan's body was vibrating, the golden battle armor on his body made a sonorous sound, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand waved up, containing a strange Dao rhyme, drawing golden trajectories in the air.

Dance of the Gods!

This is a secret technique from the royal collection, and it is one of the mysteries collected by the Ling Dynasty for thousands of years of domination of the world. The Dance of the Gods came from a super force that was destroyed thousands of years ago, called the Divine Palace, and the strength of the Divine Palace at that time was unrivaled in the world, and it also left an extremely strong mark in the history of cultivation. The Dance of the Gods is the signature skill of the Divine Palace, which can be attacked, retreated and defended, and cultivated to the realm of transformation can be invincible in the world with this single move.

And such a powerful Divine Palace, it was when it was gradually declining that it was destroyed by Ling Jingxian who was born out of thin air, and on the ruins of the Divine Palace, a more magnificent and vast immortal Ling Dynasty was built to dominate the world. The Dance of the Heavenly Gods also fell into the Wanzang Pavilion of the Great Ling Dynasty, and generations of Ling Dynasty masters continued to improve this unique discipline, which also became a compulsory course for most Ling Dynasty monks.

And Ling Zixuan is one of the best among them, from the age of eight to the dance of the gods, in the twenty-two years since he continued to explore and further study. Now he has participated in the creation of the world, and has won the top combat power in the world.

The War King stepped into the void and let out a cracking sound. After slamming into the air, it left a ripple of divine power under his feet.

His figure flew up, dodging the glittering slasher from the purple-clad Sky Slayer. At the same time, he clenched the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand and shook a shot in the air, drawing a dazzling golden trajectory, leaving patches of golden brilliance.

The people in the mansion were nervously looking up at the battle in the sky. In front of the largest pavilion in the center, a beautiful woman was light, dressed in a blue emerald smoke shirt, a green grass pleated skirt with scattered flowers and mist, her shoulders were shaved into a waist, and her skin was like a condensed air. She looked to be in her twenties, her willow eyebrows were furrowed, and her eyes like spring water were firmly fixed on the golden figure in the air.

She is Ling Zixuan's wife, and she is also a beautiful woman in the imperial capital-Lin Ruoli.

When Ling Zixuan was sixteen years old, he swept the world with a halberd in his hand, and once saw a woman like a fairy on the top of Zhongyin Mountain in a trance, and then inquired about her identity. So he went to Tianyin Valley to propose, married a branch, and has been in love for more than ten years, and this beautiful love story has also spread all over the imperial capital, making all living beings yearn for it.

By Lin Ruoli's side, she was holding a childish little boy of about three or two years old, this was the child of her and the War King, he raised his white and tender little face, looked at the golden field in the sky, giggled, and waved his hand to his father.

Ling Zixuan shook a shot and stabbed at the green-clothed Sky Slayer, causing him to retreat and dodge. At the same time, Ling Zixuan quickly turned around, holding a halberd in one hand and stabbing at the blue-clothed Sky Slayer with the same sharp tail. He didn't raise his head, his right hand burst out with dazzling golden light, grabbing towards the white clothes above.

At the same time, a huge golden palm quickly conjured up in the sky above him, with clear lines, like real and illusory, and the power was amazing.

Great Sun God Palm!

This is an extremely powerful sect in ancient mythology, all the secret techniques of Buddhism, which Ling Zixuan discovered and practiced for many years in a long-lost ruin.

The green and purple clothes quickly retreated as soon as they missed, and then silently turned into a cloud of gray smoke and dissipated into the air.

Seeing Ling Zixuan's spear stabbing at him, Lan Yi sneered, not panicking or retreating.

He was the most powerful of the Nine-Colored Sky Slayers except for black and white, and although he was the eldest, it also showed that the years of assassination had brought him a wealth of combat experience.

He turned sideways and leaned to the right, trying to hold the golden halberd with his right hand to deceive himself and give the king a fatal blow with the dagger.

At the same time, the milky white flames in the hands of the white clothes above also made contact with the golden palms and emitted bursts of white smoke. After a very short time, the white cone of flame pierced most of the palm. The white-clothed Sky Slayer shouted violently, and suddenly exerted his strength, shattering the golden giant palm in the air, blasting it into golden powder and carrying it away with the wind.

Without any pause, his white flames continued to pierce down!

The War King's expression was full of madness, and his eyes were red, as if they were about to drip blood. The halberd in his hand violently retracted and then stabbed out at an alarming speed, completely ignoring the terrifying attack from above.

Lan Yi obviously didn't expect the War King to be so crazy, completely ignoring the fear of his own life. Before it could dodge, the War King's halberd pierced directly into its abdomen. The devastating golden energy caused his internal organs to collide with each other, spraying a large amount of blood from the wound and spilling it all over the sky.

The War King turned his head at the same time, but it was impossible to avoid the terrible assassination from the white cloth.

The pale flame stabbed his right shoulder, and the white flame flickered. Ling Zixuan felt that his body was burning, and a huge wound instantly spread out on his right shoulder, and blood overflowed, floating from the air and spilling to the ground.

"Zixuan!" Lin Ruoli looked anxious and shouted.

The little boy next to him saw that his father was injured, and finally understood the danger, and he cried when he felt sorry for his father, but at this time no one came to comfort him, and they were all nervously looking up at the unyielding figure in the sky who fought bloodily.

The blue-clothed Sky Slayer's face was painful, his right hand let go of the golden halberd, tightly covered his stomach, forced out a large mouthful of blood containing golden energy from the air, and hurriedly retreated, skimming towards the rear at an extremely fast speed.

The white-clothed Heaven Slayer stepped on the void, and his body suddenly disappeared, this was the Ghost Yuan's breathing technique.

When he reappeared in the sky, which was already ten meters away, he stared at Ling Zixuan with a blank face and a cold face. Beside him, a black-clothed figure appeared, the same indifference.

"If this is the case, it may not be possible to kill him, not to mention, there will be a brother who will be folded here."

The white-clothed Sky Slayer looked at Ling Zixuan, who was expelling the white flames from his body, and said sharply.

"That's right, then it's just about creating opportunities." Black's voice was more hoarse and cold.

Bai Yi was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, and a cruel and terrifying weird smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Listen to the orders of the Heaven Killing Tribe! All the personnel in the palace of the war king, there is no forgiveness for killing! ”

The white cloth shouted loudly, and contained divine power and murderous aura in it, so that the sound spread for miles in a radius.

At the same time, nine terrifying suffocating murderous aura swept across the land. The Nine-Colored Sky Slayer all moved at this moment, swinging the butcher knife in his hand towards the ordinary people in the War King's Mansion.

"You dare!" The war king roared angrily, his eyes widened angrily, and he swept the war halberd in his hand away, and the golden qi wave rolled and boiled. Then he drew golden trails in the air, and his body quickly fell, leaving a trail of afterimages.

However, after all, there were nine Heaven Slayers, and it was easy to slaughter mortals with their cultivation.

Even if they have a certain amount of cultivation, some of the War King Mansion cultivators who are already masters in the eyes of the outside world are equally vulnerable in front of the Heaven Slayer who are already among the saint-killing saints.

The figure of the war king kept shuttling in the mansion, and the halberd in his hand collided with the sky-killing dagger again and again.

There was more and more blood on the body of the War King, there were his own, there were enemies, but more of them were those servants, servants, and subordinates in his mansion. These are his henchmen, who get along with him day and night, and are his most trusted subordinates, but now they are all dead in front of him.

And he is powerless to resist!

"Kill!" Although a large number of monks in the War King's Mansion knew that they were invincible, none of them thought of retreating. A large number of monks, regardless of their strength, fought bravely and fearlessly against their opponents.

Some of them didn't even take off, roaring on the ground "Defend the War King's Mansion", and then they were suddenly pierced through the back of the head by a dagger that suddenly appeared behind them, and blood, brains and corpses were sprinkled on the ground of the War King's Mansion.

Lin Ruoli's own cultivation is extraordinary, so she protected the little boy next to her, shuttling between the sea of people and the sea of blood, trying to hide and escape this catastrophe.

Her beautiful and touching clothes were stained with blood-colored sludge, and she pulled the little boy over a physical body, and the blood splashed in the running also stained the little boy's originally white face.

The little boy was frightened by the blood flowing all over the ground, and he pursed his lips and cried and hugged his mother tightly.

Lin Ruoli hid behind a pillar with him, covered his small mouth with her hand, and couldn't stop comforting in her mouth: "I'm not afraid for nine days, my mother is here." The mother and daughter hid here, not daring to take a breath, for fear that someone else would find their traces.

The War King's Mansion, located in the north of the Daling Imperial Capital, has more than 1,400 people and more than 1,400 precious lives!

Blood flowed like a river, and the smell of blood permeated the air, and it was rich and disgusting.

A blue figure, carrying a dagger about a foot long that was covered in blood and could not see the original appearance, walked towards the backyard of the War King's Mansion. Behind him, corpses were strewn all over the field, drenched in blood, broken corpses and stumps all over the ground, like hell on earth.

This slowly walking figure was the blue-clothed Sky Slayer who had been severely injured by Ling Zixuan before, his abdomen was pierced, and he had been ravaged by the golden energy of the War King, and he had used some special means to recover his vitality, so he vented his anger and anger on the ordinary people in the mansion.

At this time, he saw a faint figure behind a pillar not far away.

On the blood-stained face of the blue coat, a cruel and terrifying smile appeared.

He lifted the dagger in his hand and placed it in front of him, and walked over quietly, like a black cat walking alone in the dark.

The war king hung high in the air, and the golden color on his body was as dazzling and intimidating as a round of the sun.

Whenever blood flowed from his body, it would be evaporated by the golden divine power he had generated himself, turning into a golden mist that filled the surroundings. But through the golden light, the eyes of the cultivators could see that there were dozens of scars on his body, and most of them were fatal.

The speed with which the halberd in his hand swung was astonishing, and the Dance of the Celestials was pushed to the extreme by him, and the golden light swirled over the entire Battle King's Mansion.

But the Sky Slayer fought him with speed, wantonly killing ordinary people to provoke his mood swings, in order to find an opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop.

After Ling Zixuan swept through the air and shook off an unknown opponent, his movements suddenly stopped.

Because he saw a blue-robed figure slowly approaching a huge pillar in the backyard of the mansion, where his wife and children were hiding.

The War King's chest felt like it had been struck, and blood gushed to his throat.

He pushed his earth-shattering combat power to the limit, and his whole person turned into a golden light and rushed towards the blue-clothed Sky Slayer.

Today, he has seen the death of too many henchmen, experienced too many joys and sorrows, and he doesn't want to be separated from the person he loves the most.

A raging golden flame erupted from his body, and under the shroud of this golden fire, he was as majestic and inviolable as a mortal immortal king.

And isn't that the opportunity that the Sky Slayers are waiting for? All of the War King's thoughts are focused on his wife and children, so his perceptual sensitivity will inevitably decrease. As a killer, one must learn to look for timing in battle.

Therefore, the two most powerful of the Heaven Slayers, the black and white, moved.

The two of them blocked the way of the war king left and right, their faces were serious and cold, and what was hidden in their calmness was cold and ruthless.

"Black and white lore!"

The two of them floated in the air, and the surging divine power exploded, forming a huge Taiji Yin and Yang diagram.

As soon as the dust blown up by the battle reaches the vicinity of this huge yin-yang diagram, it will be inhaled, randomly shattered, and annihilated into a finer powder that is impossible to see with the naked eye.

Due to the night of the moon devouring, the already extremely faint light in the War King's Mansion could not even pass through this Taiji Yin and Yang Diagram, like a black hole, suspended in the air, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

The Taiji diagram slowly rotates in the air, and the swimming yin and yang fish make people dizzy. The eyes of the ordinary monks in the palace became more and more distracted because of this.

And Ling Zixuan!

It was moving at an astonishing speed, skimming in the direction of the blue-clothed Sky Slayer. Even when he saw the yin and yang of the blackboard, his speed still did not decrease in the slightest.

For the sake of his wife and children, even if there is a sea of swords and guns in front of him, what about it?

He can still keep his face unchanged and move forward bravely!

Just because, his name is Ling Zixuan!

Lan Yi felt the killing machine coming from the sky, but he didn't understand it in the slightest. Because he believed in his partner, when he pointed the knife in his hand at Lin Ruoli, he understood that he had left the opportunity to assassinate the other Heaven Slayers, and he also believed that his partner could seize this rare opportunity.