"Fuxi old thief, take your life!" Ming Xiaoyang and Chi You moved almost in no particular order.

Ming Xiaoyang had his trademark frivolous smile on his face, the halberd in his hand was raised, and his figure flashed and came to Fu Xi.

The boundless brilliance on the halberd blade is working, and the power of faith around Fu Xi's body will be restored to chaos.

And behind Ming Xiaoyang, Chi You clenched the Ancestral Sword in his hand, and the mighty Black River exuded pure demonic energy.

Break the power of faith first, and then kill Fuxi.

Between the electric light and flint, Ming Xiaoyang and Chiyou decided everything.

If they can't kill Fu Xi before he absorbs all the power of faith, then there will be only a dead end waiting for them.

"I can't help myself." Fu Xi absorbed the power of faith accumulated in the world for countless years, and his cultivation almost surpassed the Xuan Immortal, and he was only the last layer of separation from the Immortal Golden Immortal.

It's like a thin layer of window paper that can be pierced at any time.

In the face of the joint attack of Ming Xiaoyang and Chi You, if you change the Fuxi just now, even if you know that the opponent you are facing, the tired body, and the support of your fighting spirit, you must be ready for battle.

But now, it's different.

Absorbing the power of faith accumulated in the world for countless years, Fuxi's combat power is just now, I don't know how much it is better than that.

The golden and clear Xuanyuan sword slashed out, carrying an invincible momentum, intersecting with Ming Xiaoyang's halberd.

Swish!

The move of the divine thunder roaring the four spirits is a trick to dissolve, which is enough to return everything to its original appearance.

Since ancient times, the power of faith accumulated in the world is so huge that Fu Xi can't fully absorb it for a while.

The thin layer of faith power that lingered on the surface of the body was impacted by the original intention and immediately collapsed.

However, the intersection of blades brought Ming Xiaoyang a sharp pain.

Beyond himself, the mana that was thousands of times more powerful struck, and he was no longer able to hold the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, and an infinitely powerful battle halberd flew out.

Clang!

The halberd slammed into the white marble floor in the far side of the square, smashing out a deep pit that was several miles in circumference.

The halberd fell into the pit, and it was impossible to find it for a while.

Boom!

Ming Xiaoyang didn't have time to retrieve his weapon at all, and his slender body flew out and slammed into the square under the steps.

Along his body, countless tiny cracks appeared, like a huge spider web, and a sharp pain came from his internal organs and even his meridians.

So far, Ming Xiaoyang has lost his combat power.

The heavy injuries and tired body made him almost unable to stand up.

Clang!

With a sword that easily hit Ming Xiaoyang, the next thing the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi had to face was the old enemy of countless years, the Demon Emperor Chiyou.

The Xuanyuan Sword hung in the splendid mountains and rivers, and countless sword qi intersected with the Ancestor Sword that symbolized the destruction of Chiyou, and a crisp sound was heard.

The Black River of Destruction carried by the Ancestor Sword was easily wiped out under the Xuanyuan Sword Supreme Sword Qi.

The Xuanyuan Sword was still unspent, and after blocking the Ancestor Sword, it stabbed into Chi You's broad chest.

Chi You also followed in the footsteps of Ming Xiaoyang, was hit hard and flew out, smashed down on the square, and there was a muffled sound.

Thundered!

A huge crater appeared in the huge square, and Chi You's whole person seemed to be buried alive.

"Father, Brother Ming!"

Far away, under the sacred tree.

Mo Zhenglou never dreamed that Fu Xi would be able to turn the tables at the last moment and hit his father and friends hard.

His eyes were torn and he called out with great grief and indignation.

Swish!

Before the words fell, the figure turned into a pitch-black lightning bolt and rushed towards the Heavenly Emperor Palace, even if he knew that he was invincible, even if he died together.

He was going to die at the side of his father and friends.

"Heavy Building." Seeing Chonglou rushing out, Sedum shouted worriedly, his expression revealing a touch of complexity.

"Xiaokui, Xuejian, Xiyao, let's go over too." Sedum took a deep breath and said to the people around him.

"At this point, I have a feeling that it should be over, and we can at least witness it."

"Hmm." Xi Yao, who had recovered her vitality, stood up, grabbed one of Yukimi's hands, and said in agreement.

Sou! Sou! Sou! ……

Ju Mang and Hou Tu are both elders of the God Realm, so naturally they also want to witness this scene with their own eyes, and everyone turned into streamers and headed towards the Heavenly Emperor Palace.

In the two pairs of eyes of Ju Mang and Hou Tu, there was even more excitement.

After today, the Demon Realm will no longer be able to be an opponent of the God Realm. Within the Six Realms, only the Divine Realm is the only one!

………………

Trample! Trample! Trample!

Heavenly Emperor Fu Xi easily hit Ming Xiaoyang and Chi You with two swords, making the two of them, who were already supported by a brave breath in their chests, completely lose their combat power.

Immediately, carrying the Xuanyuan sword upside down, with the attitude of a victor, he walked down the steps step by step, and came to the front of Ming Xiaoyang and Chiyou.

A pair of emperor eyes scanned, showing a cold and ruthless killing intention.

Around his body, the power of faith that was impacted by Ming Xiaoyang's primordial intention dissipated, and the surging mana in his body did not completely turn into his own heritage.

But for this Heavenly Emperor, it was enough.

"Do you have any last words?" Fu Xi stood not far from Ming Xiaoyang and said in a dominant posture.

"Last words?" Ignoring his injuries, Ming Xiaoyang struggled to get up from the ground, and where he went, a bright blood path was drawn.

Even if you are defeated, you must maintain your dignity.

However, what no one noticed was that on the blood shed by Ming Xiaoyang, there was a trace of mystery.

The blood seemed to be manipulated by an invisible force, spreading in all directions, throughout the square.

In the end, he even soaked the Fang Tian painting halberd that Ming Xiaoyang threw in the distance.

"Sorry, no." Ming Xiaoyang's cloak was scattered, Xue Liang's long hair trembled, his bloody clothes were tattered, and he said weakly.

"Old fellow, you win, come if you want to do it!"

After speaking, the thin eyelids fell, covering his pair of sword eyes, a posture of closing his eyes and waiting for death.

"Not bad." On the other side, the bull-headed Chi You also crawled out of the pit, using the Ancestral Sword as a crutch to support himself to stand up.

At the end of the road, the god of death appeared in front of him, and this heroic man who had fought with the Emperor Fuxi for countless years was not afraid.

"Fuxi old thief, if you want to do it, come here! Today, if you can kill us, sooner or later, someone will stand up and challenge you, the ruthless Emperor. Lao Tzu is waiting for you on Huangquan Road! ”

"Presumptuous!" Fu Xi was furious, he wanted the pleasure of being a winner, not the ridicule of a loser.

These two demons, when they are dying, dare to talk to him like this, they simply don't want to live.

In a fit of rage, Fu Xi raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his palm, and the golden sword qi appeared, wanting to kill these two demons here.

"Old thief, don't hurt my father!" At this moment, the Demon Respect Building arrived, and regardless of his tired body, the Yanbo Blood Blade slashed the Blood Blade Storm and attacked Fuxi.

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