As he spoke, the undead army had already slaughtered before the warrior station, and the piercing collective ghost roar made everyone feel a pain in their ears and eyes, which was unbearable.

Sixteen flying yakshas, proudly in the air, their bones and wings spread out together, and then they slammed into each other.

The wind mixed with the cold ghost qi suddenly poured into the warrior station, and many people with shallow roots were directly frozen into ice sculptures, their whole bodies were blue and black, and the yin qi hit their hearts, and they soon lost their breath.

"Damn it!"

Shi Gongming was the first to kill out, his hands were spread, and the red pen in his hand was waved, condensing the holy characters of ink and wash, forming a protective shield to resist the erosion of ghost energy.

Lei Xiongye and others also roared out, and in the high sky, a battle between Flying Yaksha and Wuzun immediately set off a climax.

At this moment, on the ground, an army of 20,000 skeletons, like a swarming tide, pounced on a group of warriors.

The color of the crowd changed, and the total number of warriors hoarded here was only 3,000, and those who were capable of fighting added up to less than 2,500.

Moreover, these skeletons, whether they are ghost skeletons or undead, are all strong people above Wu Xuan, they are very domineering, and the ghost aura under control is even more cold.

At this moment, a colder aura of cold flames erupted, Zhong Xiaofan was the first to kill, and what he stepped on under his feet was the giant python that reached the sky, and what lingered around the giant python was a cold and strange fire that could incinerate everything into ice and dust.

The sea of fire was monstrous, turned into angry waves, and swept out directly.

Zhong Xiaofan stepped into the air in one step, turned to swoop down, and with one punch, shattered the mountain of bones in a radius of dozens of zhang, and buried hundreds of skeletons.

Powerful ghost skeletons floated up in the air one after another, and powerful attacks were directly towards Zhong Xiaofan.

His eyes were cold, Zhong Xiaofan knew that at this moment, the enemy was strong and I was weak, and it was time to fight hard, and he could no longer cherish his blood.

After all, he cherished his life more than bleeding and wounding!

"Raging Lion!"

Full of Qi, turning into a lion roaring, a powerful shock wave, with Zhong Xiaofan as the center, spread out towards the surroundings one by one, shattering many undead and resisting the attack of the ghost skeleton.

The huge force was shocked, Zhong Xiaofan looked up to the sky and vomited red, but he didn't expect that he was beaten and vomited blood in the first wave.

Fortunately, he had already torn open a hole in the army of skeletons. Later, a group of martial kings and powerhouses also came out.

At this moment, a heart-attacking crisis permeated Zhong Xiaofan's heart, making Zhong Xiaofan also shocked.

A short thorn pierced his heart.

Ignoring anything else, Zhong Xiaofan instantly urged the tiger to change, and the Yuan Shen rushed out, locked the opponent, and rushed out behind him with a punch.

The fist gang met a short thorn, blood splashed three feet, and Zhong Xiaofan's palm was stabbed into a hole.

"It's you!"

Surprised, Zhong Xiaofan recognized the person, the woman from the Pink Butterfly clan.

In the past few days, he has not used the Yuan Shen in front of everyone, but he didn't expect that such a evil star would be mixed in the team.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Hua Die's eyes sank, and at the moment when Zhong Xiaofan's Yuan Shen came out in turmoil, she confirmed that Zhong Xiaofan was the "Wuzun" hidden in the bone hill that day, and he was also the person who owned the Red Jiao Sword.

These days, she has been secretly lurking in the ranks of martial artists, and when she saw that Zhong Xiaofan had harvested more immortal fountains than any martial artist, she was already suspicious.

Unexpectedly, this kid is really, in the realm of Wuxuan, he has cultivated the Yuan Shen, is this the legendary, the natural Yuan God!

"You have a fucking hole in your brain, you are an undead creature that you raised, and now you are backwater?" Zhong Xiaofan was furious.

"Little thief, return me the Red Jiao Sword!" Hua Dieyi sneered, the butterfly wings behind her appeared, and then suddenly fanned, and the golden butterfly powder was filled, like a small bomb, completely submerging Zhong Xiaofan.

It happened so suddenly that even the fat yellow finch didn't react. Many martial artists in the sky were also dumbfounded, how could it be that at this time, among the martial arts team, there were even those who were in battle against the water, and they directly stabbed their hearts to deal with Zhong Xiaofan.

"Slut, you're looking for death!"

When Skeleton Tiangang and the others were still shocked, a fierce reprimand passed down, and Qinglian Ancestor, with a flying sword in his hand, actually killed him directly towards the ground battlefield.

After carrying a wave of explosions, Zhong Xiaofan was already injured and injured, looking at the Qinglian Ancestor who swooped down from a high altitude, the anger in his heart burned the Nine Heavens.

"Two sluts, you're looking for death!"

At the moment of life and death, no one can see clearly that the Qinglian Ancestor is the woman who rushed down to kill the Pink Butterfly Ancient Clan, and she is simply coming for him.

The brute elephant changed and urged, Zhong Xiaofan's strength instantly skyrocketed to 370,000, and after blessing the triple potential, it was 480,000.

At this time, the four-rank flying sword in his hand couldn't bless him with any more power at all.

The red light flashed, and the red Jiao sword was in hand, and what made Zhong Xiaofan excited was that the ancient treasure of the sea, worthy of his fierce name, had twice the blessing of Zhong Xiaofan's strength at this moment.

A sword broke through the air, and the sword light spewed out hundreds of feet, slashing straight down, surpassing the huge force of 960,000, making this space unbearable.

"Die!"

With a sword slash, Zhong Xiaofan completely broke the myth.

The Qinglian Ancestor of the Martial Venerable Second Heaven was directly slashed in mid-air by Zhong Xiaofan's sword, and the physical martial soul was directly steamed into ashes under the crushing of powerful forces. Whether it was his sword path or his true martial soul, they were all crushed into pieces by a sword.

Wuzun's martial soul is powerful, and their true Gang is indeed a quality higher than Gang Qi.

However, Zhong Xiaofan's current strength is beyond 960,000, which is definitely breaking the convention.

How much is the power of a Martial King Nine Heavens, without the blessing of spiritual weapons, and without the power they comprehend, it is only 180,000!

Zhong Xiaofan's strength at this time is five times the peak of the Martial King, and in terms of strength, it has already surpassed the Qinglian Ancestor of the Martial Venerable Dual Heaven.

Moreover, what he is holding in his hand is the ancient treasure of the sea, and it is the Red Jiao Sword.

A sword light landed, killing Qinglian Ancestor was not over, the aftermath was undiminished, and directly shattered the golden dust around Hua Die's body, and struck this woman from the Pink Butterfly clan far away, still in mid-air, spurting blood again and again.

Only swung out a sword, Zhong Xiaofan already felt that his whole body was overdrawn and weak, his flesh, like porcelain, cracked, and eye-catching blood shot out.

At this time, within his dantian, the three divine dragons of water, fire, and gold roared angrily, and endless immortal light overflowed from it, helping Zhong Xiaofan to stabilize his body from destruction.

In the jade seal of the country, purple Haoguang gushed out, also guarding Zhong Xiaofan.

Gritting his teeth, Zhong Xiaofan at this moment couldn't care about the betrayal of Qinglian Ancestor and the others, "Okay, let's look at my limit today, and I can swing a few swords!"

Looking up to the sky and crying, the whole body of the fat yellow finch Vermilion Bird beast fire exploded, and he was completely angry, "I'll fuck your grandma!"

The wings hung down, and the fat yellow finch resisted the attack of the three flying yakshas, letting the whole body be bloody, killing behind Zhong Xiaofan, and the wings swept away, directly sweeping out a row of ghost skeletons.

"How so?" roared the fat yellow finch.

"Female rascal, help me protect it!"

The red sword in Zhong Xiaofan's hand shook, and the sound of the dragon's groan penetrated the sky.

"Second sword!"

A sword slashed straight through, and the sword light pierced through the sky and rushed towards a flying yaksha.

Powerful power, oppressing the space, completely locking the opponent, and even in the crimson sword light, there was a faint sound of a dragon's groan, it was the black dragon's roar, this is the power of the evil dragon.

Everyone's eyes widened, who would have thought that Zhong Xiaofan, this Wu Xuan, he had obtained the Red Jiao Sword, and moreover, he could burst out with such a powerful force.

It's just a sword that slashes the Qinglian Ancestor, but he still has the strength to split out the second sword, and when he sees it, he is going to kill a flying yaksha.

Skeleton Tiangang was furious, and as soon as he opened his hands, two huge blood skeletons directly shot out, tearing his opponent, an early Flying Yaksha, in half.

Lei Xiongye was also furious, his old face was red with anger, his beard was raised, he had lived for a hundred years, and he understood the whole story almost instantly.

The women of the Pink Butterfly Ancient Clan must have guessed through various signs that Zhong Xiaofan had obtained the Red Jiao Sword, although they, the overlords of the Xiaoxi Sea, did not get any news.

Qinglian Ancestor, who must have softened his bones and took refuge in the ancient clan, staged such a bad drama before the two armies were arrayed.

The Pink Butterfly Ancient Clan took action and forced Zhong Xiaofan to reveal the Red Jiao Sword to confirm whether the Red Jiao Sword was in Zhong Xiaofan's hands, and then the Qinglian Ancestor came to rescue Zhong Xiaofan, which was really a lore.

Such a vicious calculation, such a change that pinched people's hearts, just now, even the skeleton Tiangang and the fat yellow finch did not choose to return because of the first shot of the Qinglian Ancestor.

Fortunately, Zhong Xiaofan has the means, otherwise, Qinglian Ancestor, a slut, would have killed Zhong Xiaofan, snatched the storage ring, and fled with the woman of the Pink Butterfly Ancient Clan.

This is really, the calculation is deep, originally high-altitude, martial arts level battle, the martial artist will not have an advantage, if it happens suddenly, those martial kings below, no one can stop the Qinglian Ancestor!

Lei Xiongye saw through it, and Shi Gongming also saw through it, and all the martial artists present almost saw it through in an instant.

The woman of the Pink Butterfly Ancient Clan is really ruthless, this is completely indifferent to their life and death. At the same time, Zhong Xiaofan, who saved everyone, at this moment, they don't care about the characters who unite the hearts of the army. Just suspicious, dare to shoot at Zhong Xiaofan in the confrontation between the two armies, if the calculation is wrong, with Zhong Xiaofan's cultivation, he will definitely die in the hands of the people of the Pink Butterfly Ancient Clan.

If you think about it, they only have this chance.

Normally, the Vermilion Bird Demon Bird guards Zhong Xiaofan step by step, and there is a water spirit in secret, even if it is the Qinglian Ancestor, he has no chance to make a move.

Only when the undead come to attack, and when the two demon beasts fight in the sky, they will have a chance.

"Damn slut!"

Many martial artists roared, urged all their strength, and began to bombard their opponents.

At this time, Zhong Xiaofan's second sword also fell, directly splitting a flying yaksha into broken bones.