There was a silver-armored god, holding a three-pointed two-edged spear, and walked towards the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain step by step.

Everywhere it passed, the clouds broke apart, as if cut by an endless sharp knife, spreading across the sky.

The Silver Armor God himself is like a knife, and everything that comes into contact with it instantly turns into two pieces and falls down.

If you look at it with the eyes of a mortal, or even a top monk in the world, if you only look at it from the air, you will lose your eyes, and your pupils will be cut in half, just like all things.

This is a knife that is difficult to find in the Three Realms, which can cut through everything, even if it is the six reincarnations, even if it is full of stars, even if it is an Arhat Bodhisattva!

The knife intent of this knife, starting from the Dragon King's Mansion in Dapan Mountain, first cast the supreme knife embryo, and then collected the "potential" between the remnants of the former heaven and earth and the madman, accumulated energy, and then gradually took shape, turning into a supreme treasure knife that can cut down all things.

This knife, in Yang Jian's heart, also became one with his body, making his whole person turn into a knife.

Around the Silver Armor Heavenly God, there was a black shadow roaming left and right, as if it was driving something.

It's the Howling Sky Dog, he wants to drive away those innocent creatures, because Yang Jian's knife only kills one person today, and it has nothing to do with any other creatures.

There are still 100,000 miles away from the West Tianling Mountain, Yang Jian twisted the three-pointed two-edged gun, and the silver light suddenly rose, like a silver sun volley, and the sky was shining!

"Golden-winged Dapeng Bird, come to fight!"

The Three Realms are focused on this!

The demon clan roars!

At this moment, all the demons are on the side of Erlang God Yang Jian!

The four seas are leveled, but in the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas, there are dragon moans implicating each other, and all sea creatures are terrified when they hear it!

"Humph!"

"Very good!!"

"I have not recovered from my serious injuries, but I am a golden-winged Dapeng, since the battle in the flood famine, why not fear the sky, why not fear the earth, and why not fear you Yang Jian?!!"

In the spiritual mountain, there is a little golden light, and then it is endlessly magnified, from the west, into a round of golden sun, and the silver sun in the east, intertwined with brilliance.

Then, the two rounds of sun, one gold and one silver, approached at a rapid speed, and finally, collided together!

Boom!!!!!

In everyone's heart, it was like a punch hard, and the heart tightened in an instant!

Golden and silver light poured down from the heavenly dome and sprinkled all over the world.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

There was an ancient Buddha who took action, sealed the space, and protected the creatures of the nether.

It was too shining, and those with low realms couldn't see what was going on inside at all, and could only see the terrifying sight of the silver light splitting down, and even the mountains were instantly cut into powder.

Boom!

Knock knock!!

The sound of collision continued, and the golden and silver light in the sky still did not give way.

Until, there seemed to be a knife, a kind of "potential", integrated into the spear in Yang Jian's hand.

Chop!!

Cha!

I don't know what onomatopoeia to use, it's not like a sound that exists in the world, starting from the junction of gold and silver, and then disappearing in an instant.

Only the most powerful can vaguely see that at that moment, the sky cracked a crack, and then closed in an instant.

Compared to Ao Qing, the most madman in heaven and earth, who used the Qi Divine Axe that day to pour out everything he had, the traces of the sky cut out were also shocking!

Theoretically, if you want to cut the sky, you can't do it below the quasi-saint!

Of course, if you give Uncle Buddha a Qi divine axe, he can easily do it.

The so-called quasi-saints cannot be done below, without the use of special supreme treasures, without the use of special extreme methods.

But Yang Jian didn't do Qi Shen Axe!

All he has is just a year of accumulation, and he has boundless fighting spirit in his heart!

As well as the collection from the Dragon King's Mansion in Dapan Mountain, a kind of "potential" that exists between heaven and earth and belongs to the fanatics of heaven and earth in the past!

Even if Uncle Buddha is in his heyday, in the face of this slashing blow, he needs to be cautious with all his might.

Mo said that now, he is already seriously injured, and his realm is comparable to the early stage of Daluo.

The brilliance is like mercury pouring down on the ground, and it is like a heavenly river pouring down, sprinkling from the nine heavens!

All things are gone.

Only the silver light devoured the heavens and the earth, and also swallowed the supreme golden blazing light!

"Narration !!"

There seems to be a phoenix chirping, rising from the brilliance.

"Amitabha, Erlang Zhenjun, is it enough?"

There is an ancient Buddha from an endless distance, with the handprint of the Buddha, imprinted towards this space.

Like a substantial Buddha's mudra, it disperses the blazing silver light, allowing everyone to see clearly what is happening inside.

In Yang Jian's hand, he was carrying a bloody golden wing, and his three eyes, like electricity and light, suppressed the golden-winged Dapeng bird in front of him and lost one of his right wings!

The Buddha's mudra is rolling and suppressed!

However, Yang Jian did not evade, did not retreat, nor resisted, and let the Buddha's mudra hit him!

Taking advantage of this gap, Yang Jian held a three-pointed two-edged spear, triggering the last touch of heaven and earth, and the remaining momentum of slashing the sky.

Slash again!

Recite!!!

Green Dragon.

The last touch of momentum in heaven and earth, with Yang Jian himself as the medium, turned into a sharp and endless, hideous and boundless cyan dragon soul, which ran through the left wing of the old Buddha's golden-winged Dapeng bird!

Burst!!

Burst!!!

The golden-winged Dapeng Bird and Erlang Zhenjun both spit out golden blood and fell to the world!

The difference is that the golden-winged Dapeng bird was cut down by Erlang Zhenjun who fought the heavens and the earth, and Erlang Zhenjun did not avoid or retreat, and forcibly resisted the supreme Buddha handprint, and fell into the dust.

Because, one wing, not enough, two, reluctantly!

Jiro God fell.

And the black shadow below him didn't even go to save his master, his body flashed, and before this golden wing fell, he bit it in his mouth and immediately flew back!

"Yang Jian, you deceived me and my serious injuries will not heal, and one day, there will be karmic retribution!! Ah~~~"

The golden-winged Dapeng bird was unwilling, but he could only howl, and his realm was cut down again!

Finally, at a great cost, it was able to return to the early realm of Da Luo, which was not yet stable, and the Dao Fruit had not been re-cast, so it was cut down again!

His soul also seemed to be shaken and then collapsed, which was his Dao foundation, the root of everything.

The golden-winged roc bird, which has lost its wings, is like a worm, spitting blood and screaming in pain.

Yang Jian supported the ground with a three-pointed two-edged gun, his body trembled, and with the support of the Roaring Sky Dog, he struggled to get up.

He sneered, glanced at the West, and did not bother to answer anything at all.

Recovering from his injuries slightly, the silver-armored god covered in blood dragged two bloody golden wings towards the east.

Behind him, there are ancient Buddha frowning, there is the sorrowful cry of the desolate demon saint, there is the roar of ten thousand demons, and there are two golden traces that are shocking and make people tremble!

This is naturally the legacy of these golden wings.

The whistling dog shrugged his nose and walked behind his master proudly, protecting his way!

In the mountains of Dongyan, there are already thousands of demons congratulating each other!

The white lady and Xiaoqing of the left and right enchantresses greeted them straight up, with delicate expressions.

The blood-soaked silver armor god closed his third eye, still cold as a thousand years of Xuanbing, blood stained his silver armor, and the sideburns on both sides were a little sloppy, and they were also dyed with fairy blood.

He threw down two bloody golden wings and landed in front of the two enchantresses.

"Roasted."