In the face of Yinshan Ancestor's all-out attack this time, Bei Yingxiu and I killed and robbed at the same time.

Feng Eighteen manipulated the storm to try to counteract the sword tide of the Yin Mountain Ancestor.

The north wind is howling, and the sword tide is surging.

However, the sword tide was like a torrent of steel, and it was not affected by the storm at all, but was blown by the storm and became more and more cold and ruthless, with a murderous intent.

I don't dare to take it hard, the power of destruction contained in the sword tide, let alone me, even the undead legend armor in intact clothes can't withstand it.

In desperation, I almost instinctively summoned a sword qi dragon to intercept it.

However, before the sword qi dragon appeared, it was directly destroyed by the sword tide and was wiped out in an instant.

And the next moment, the sword tide was already overwhelmingly attacking me.

I clutched the Hero's Sword and stuck it in the tide of swords, kneeling on one knee to keep my body from being swept away by the tide of swords.

The pain was severe, and I felt the flesh and blood all over my body drain quickly.

I heard the sound of skin being cut, the popping of blood vessels, and finally the shrill sound of scraping bones.

The arm holding the sword had lost the flesh and glass, and only the white bones of the forest remained, and countless tiny cracks had grown on the white bones.

The pain was unbearable, and the god of consciousness screamed in fright, desperately trying to escape into my entrance, but I knew that if I couldn't hold on now, even if I escaped into the entrance, it would be difficult to escape death.

The sword of the hero began to shake, and the sword tide became more rapid......

In the interval between my life and death, Bei Yingxiu sacrificed an out-of-body incarnation to get out of trouble from the hands of the Yinshan Ancestor.

After getting out of trouble, Bei Mingxiu did not take the opportunity to escape, but faced the power of the destruction of the Yinshan Ancestor Necromantic Black Sword, bullied himself, and slashed with his sword.

This was not in Chen Yang's expectations, originally he thought that even if Bei Mingxiu could use his external incarnation to block death, the deity would definitely take the opportunity to escape, but he didn't have the intention of escaping at all.

Bei Mingxiu fought for his life and killed wildly, using his extreme strength, and people were also like Kong Xuan, burning vitality and burning souls.

It is not about life and death, but only for killing the enemy and destroying.

This is the horror of my Demon Dao Supreme Heavenly Venerable, there are not many Demon Dao Heavenly Venerables, but each one is not easy to provoke.

Bei Mingxiu is not Kong Xuan, even if he burns to ashes, he will not be able to bloom with a seven-colored holy light that amazes the Three Realms.

His self-sacrifice and self-destruction bring about a bonus to combat power that can only be expressed through the ghost sword.

His sword was quicker, more ruthless, and determined to destroy everything.

The ghost sword is faint, and the sword manifold keeps cutting the body of Yin Mountain Ancestor Chen Yang.

No matter how strong Chen Yang's defense was, he didn't dare to let Bei Mingxiu be so obsessed, not to mention, just when he was going all out to kill me and Bei Mingxiu, Ah Li found a flaw and locked up the qi machine.

Ali's sad and arrogant encounter, the arrows were dense like rain, and the moon fury poured out.

Yinshan Ancestor Chen Yang was injured again.

This time the injury was more serious, and I could only choose to retreat temporarily.

When he pulled away and flew back, he first shook Bei Mingxiu back with a roar that looked at the sky, and then looked at me coldly.

Subsequently, the sword tide went berserk directly.

……

The hero had started to tremble before, and he couldn't hold me steady anymore.

If I don't want to be destroyed here, I can only choose to prove Tianzun.

Attaining Heavenly Venerable will allow me to obtain a short recovery of my divine thoughts, so as to resist the surging sword tide.

Life and death are on the line, there is no other choice, and I am not entangled.

I've been preparing all along, and the reason why I didn't prove Tianzun when I started again was because I wanted to wait for that person to come.

Now it seems that that person may never come.

I closed my eyes and began to meditate on the mystery of the Seven Killings.

I didn't regret that I didn't get the opportunity of Excalibur for a long time, because sometimes acceptance is also a kind of courage.

And I've never lacked courage.

However, just as the Seven Killings proverb was about to be pronounced, I suddenly felt a sense of relief in front of me.

The sword tide is gone.

I opened my eyes and saw a familiar back.

The sword tide did not disappear, but it was just blocked by a mighty and unyielding back.

She completed the sixth nirvana and returned to the battle with the peak of Tianzun.

After completing the six Nirvana, her white hair has grown a lot.

Dance with the wind.

Sister-in-law, step forward against the tide of swords.

Every step was extremely difficult.

Even if she had attained six Nirvana, even if she already had the peak combat power of Tianzun, it was still a little difficult to take over the sword tide that the strongest Dao Ancestor had urged with all her might.

It was raining, and it hit me in the face wet.

It's not rain, it's the blood that splashes on my sister-in-law's body.

The body of the god of death is under the cutting of thousands of sword manifolds in the sword tide.

The Legend of the Undead battle armor has been shattered, and this time the concubine can only rely on her physical body to take it hard.

Fortunately, the power of the sword tide is weakening.

The pace of the concubine increased again, and when the sword tide finally disappeared into invisibility, the concubine flew up into the air and slashed at Chen Yang, who was desperately repairing his wounds.

This knife no longer slashed out a turquoise flame.

It's black flames.

This sword technique is not the sorrow of the soul, but is called the judgment of death.

After six Nirvana, she comprehended the supreme sword technique of the primeval god of death in the primeval underworld, the Judgment of Death!

In the past, the fighting style of the concubine focused on defense and instantaneous soul energy explosion.

The combat ability of a single entity is not strong, and the destructive power of Soul Sorrow is not even as good as my magic sword.

Now, the sister-in-law's knife is no longer lifeless.

The intent of the knife has changed.

The black flame of death without temperature, ruthless and indifferent.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Not only has the sword intent changed, but the sister-in-law's battle intent has also changed. No longer cold and heavy, but fanatical and bloodthirsty.

It felt like the Grim Reaper had left the Throne of Death and stepped down from the altar.

became, a fanatical death executive.

If death is not worthy of fear, the Grim Reaper himself has to judge and judge.

Chen Yang's heart was trembling, he expected that his concubine would not die so easily, but he did not expect that the Death God of the Six Nirvanas would master such an extremely terrifying sword technique.

He didn't even expect that the Grim Reaper would step down from the altar and the deity would turn into the most fanatical death enforcer to execute the verdict and trial.

Chen Yang didn't have any energy left to distract himself from attacking me and Bei Mingxiu.

Now he had to concentrate all his strength to fight against his sister-in-law's reaper's verdict.

With the blessing of the wind of recovery of Feng Eighteen, my injuries began to recover rapidly.

The broken skin was repaired, and the depleted blood began to flow.

My sword-wielding bony hand began to grow fresh flesh.

I was amazed at how quickly I recovered.

He turned his head and glanced at Feng Eighteen, before he completely woke up.

This is not the power of the wind of recovery, this is Feng Eighteen transferring her blood and qi to me through the east wind.

The blood in my body began to plump, but Feng Eighteen's body began to dry up, and the divine light in my eyes began to dim.

"Don't worry, I can't die." Feng Eighteen said hoarsely.

I didn't answer her, and directly raised my sword to kill Chen Yang.

We're in a terrible battle, but I know it's only going to be worse on the ground than we are.

Ao Han has to make a full move to contain Pu Jia, but what about the rest?

What kind of fighting spirit should the two great killing gods have to radiate in order to kill a bloody path under the six Heavenly Venerable Revenant Great Demons, the Seventh and Eighth Demon Monarchs on the Ghost Demon Side?

The brutality of the battle, I dare not imagine.

The only consolation to me is that their names have not been pronounced in the spirit banner in my hallway until now.

Now, the Grim Reaper's verdict has successfully entangled Chen Yang.

This makes it easier for Ah Li to lock on to Chen Yang's qi and shoot arrows of destruction containing the wrath of the moon god.

Bei Mingxiu is still burning, which makes the threat to Chen Yang even heavier.

As I re-entered the battle with the Sword of Heroes, Chen Yang finally felt the threat of death.

The magic sword is surging, and the ghost sword is faint.

The demonic heart was triggered, and I began to burn.

Burn my life, burn my soul, never die.

What about the strongest Dao Ancestor, slash!

The people of the Demon Path are crazy.

I, my aunt, Bei Mingxiu, Ali.

It adds up to four crazy people, either you die or I die.

Chen Yang's body began to shatter, the black robe on his body was in tatters, and blood splattered.

Like a trapped beast, embattled.

Chen Yang's movements became more and more sluggish, and as we wore one another, our attacks became more powerful and fierce.

"Verdict! Trial! ”

"Immortal, immortal, immortal!"

"Moon-dead! Moon Fury! ”

"Ghosts and gods, think about yourself!"

Roar!

Chen Yang, who was in the realm of despair and killing, let out a roar that contained endless anger in the sky!

His eyes were red.

Immediately after that, his aura and divine thoughts suddenly changed.

The divine coercion of the superior erupted in full force, knocking all four of us back.

Before we could rush forward again, Chen Yang's people began to undergo earth-shattering changes......

A vast divine thought that belonged to the ancient desolation awakened in him.

His body began to swell, his features distorted, and endless black mist emerged from his body, obscuring him entirely......

This change in front of me immediately reminded me of the legend of the roar of the sky.

I know that Chen Yang has finally made the final choice. gave up the identity of the ancestor of Yinshan and turned into a roaring beast body.

This process is irreversible, and from now on, there will be no Yin Mountain Ancestor in the Three Realms, only the ancient necromantic beasts roaring at the sky!

Roar!

It was a roar that belonged to the real heavens, and a terrifying beast that I had never seen before broke through the fog.

The supernatural power of the strongest Dao Ancestor, plus the beast body that roars at the sky. This is Chen Yang's ultimate battle form, and it is also the most desperate existence for us!