Countless years of grievances and grievances between the righteous demons and demons will finally have to be resolved!

It doesn't matter whether it is good or evil, it doesn't matter if it's good or evil, and from the standpoint of the human race, they can't tolerate another intelligent race to share this beautiful world with them; And from the standpoint of the demons, the demons can't tolerate the weak Terrans and monopolize this beautiful world.

The Heavenly Demon Rush Seven Evils, there is less than a year left, and in such a short period of time, the major leaders of the two realms of the Right and Demon are all preparing all the time.

But today, the first real confrontation between the two realms of righteousness and demons has just begun.

On the square outside the Yuqing Palace, the three masters of Jin Guang, Pu Hong, and Yan Chixia were defeated and retreated one after another, leaving only Wan Jianyi and Dao Xuan, the peerless double pride of Qingyunmen in the past.

Ten thousand swords slash the dragon sword in hand, a sword vertical and horizontal, and the sword aura is shocking.

Go forward and slash the dragon sword, and ten thousand swords will be one to slay the ghosts and gods!

Under Yan Chixia's sword blade, Ming Xiaoyang's condensed demon god's body was cut into two, but on the split two halves of the body, infinite demonic qi emerged.

In the blink of an eye, the demon god was revived again.

In the mouth of the demon god, Ming Xiaoyang's unusually unbeatable words came out, "Almost, just a little, this holy monarch is about to die in the hands of his old father-in-law." ”

"What the hell, the old father-in-law didn't say that he would save some face for this holy monarch."

Saying this, Ming Xiaoyang's hand was not ambiguous at all, it was hundreds of zhang long, as thick as a hundred-year-old tree, but in the palm of this demon god, the Fang Tian painting halberd that did not seem to be in the way at all spun at high speed.

In an instant, a constantly rotating Fang Tian painting halberd turned into an impermeable shield in front of Ming Xiaoyang's body.

The countless colorful qi swords transformed by the Dao Xuan True Immortal Sword Formation were all shot at the shield transformed by Fang Tian's painting halberd.

It was not possible to break through the blockade of Fang Tian's painting halberd for a long time, and gathered the spiritual veins of the seven peaks of Qingyun Mountain, and the seven-colored qi sword transformed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was much richer than this cave heaven blessed land, but it was only able to force this burly and tall demon god to take a few steps back.

Every step out of the step, landed on the spacious square of Tongtian Peak, and shook up and down the entire Tongtian Peak, making Tongtian Peak shake for a position.

Even the majestic and sacred Tongtian Peak, under such a terrifying confrontation, has the potential to be completely razed to the ground!

And while Dao Xuan was attracting Ming Xiaoyang's main attention, Wan Jianyi's supreme trick of slaying ghosts and gods had already struck again.

The short Wan Jianyi suddenly disappeared from heaven and earth, as if he had never existed in the first place.

In the whole heaven and earth, the slightest breath of him can no longer be captured.

Falling into the eyes of Cangsong Daoren, Tian Buyi, Master Shuiyue and others, as soon as they saw the disappearance of ten thousand swords, everyone's expressions showed a little obsession.

How many years have they not seen this peerless heroism!

Unexpectedly, in his lifetime, he would be able to witness Senior Brother Wan's demeanor again.

In the hearts of Cangsong Dao people, an extremely fanatical thought arose: Senior Brother Wan, no matter what, I will help you get back what belongs to you!

Clang!

After the thousands of colorful qi swords were all blocked, Dao Xuan Zhenren urged the last huge colorful qi sword transformed by the Zhuxian Sword to face the Fang Tian painting halberd in Ming Xiaoyang's palm.

A huge colorful qi sword transformed by the spiritual veins of the mountain peaks and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and a divine weapon that used to slay demons and eliminate demons, but now became a demon weapon, at this moment, there was a fierce conflict.

In an instant, on the entire Tongtian Peak, countless people could no longer open their eyes, and could only feel a terrifying radiance.

In the Righteous Path Alliance, Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Dazhufeng, subconsciously touched his cuffs, and in his sleeves, there was an incredible item.

Swish!

I don't know how long it has been, and all the light has dissipated.

Who wins!

Regardless of the righteous demon, the hearts of countless people are flooded with such a common thought, wanting to know whether the Zhuxian Sword Formation, which has been inherited for thousands of years and is regarded as the spiritual pillar of the righteous path of the world, is superior, or the Yin Moon Dynasty, or even the most terrifying demon lord in the history of the entire demon path!

"Win!"

"We've won!"

"Hahaha, great, the head of the master has succeeded!"

…………

After seeing everything in front of him clearly, the righteous path coalition army suddenly resounded with cheers like a mountain and a tsunami.

Right in front of all of them, on the body of the demon god who had just returned to the earth, large and small, was densely filled with countless colorful qi swords.

After the huge colorful qi sword in Dao Xuan Zhenren's palm was smashed by Fang Tian's painting halberd, it actually did not disperse, but turned into countless small swords, shooting into the limbs and demon body of the demon god.

And in the most critical heart, a tiny ant-like figure appeared.

Before the final duel, Wan Jianyi, who had disappeared inexplicably, reappeared, and a sword pierced into the heart of the demon god.

The invincible dragon slaying sword is bound to kill this peerless demon lord!

"Hahaha." In the mouth of the demon god incarnated by Ming Xiaoyang, there was a laugh of extreme surprise, and the entire body of the demon god continued to dissipate under the laughter of the master.

"Okay, what a Zhuxian Sword Formation can actually break the body of the Demon God of this Holy Monarch, this alone is worthy of admiration."

Bang!

Before the words fell, on the body of the demon god that was constantly dispersing, a terrifying counterattack force struck out, and Wan Jianyi, who pierced the body of the demon god with the dragon sword, did not have time to react, and the whole person was shocked and flew out.

Wow!

In mid-air, countless blood gushed out, and the whole person was like a lonely goose in a flock, falling towards the square involuntarily.

"Senior Brother Wan." Seeing that Wan Jian was injured, Master Shuiyue, who had been infatuated with Wan Jian for many years, lost his face, controlled the sword, and soared up, wanting to hold his beloved.

But she's fast, but someone is faster than her.

If Master Shuiyue just regarded Wan Jianyi as his beloved, then Cangsong Dao people had already regarded Wan Jianyi as the only spiritual pillar in his life.

From beginning to end, Cang Song's eyes never moved from Wan Jianyi's body, and when he saw Wan Jianyi falling, he rose into the air and took Wan Jianyi into his arms first.

Burst!

Seeing Cang Song's extremely worried face, Wan Jianyi, who was pale and pale, didn't have time to say anything, he opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of blood wrapped in fragments of internal organs.

Facing the backlash of a master in the late stage of Shenyuan, even if Wan Jian is a master of Shenyuan together, he can't resist it.

His internal organs have been completely shattered, and all the meridians in his body have been broken.

At this time, even if Da Luo Jin Immortal descended to earth, he couldn't save him!

"Senior Brother Wan!"

"No, Senior Brother Wan, you ...... You can't leave me! ”

"Senior Brother Wan, you hold on!"

……

Tian Buyi, Shui Yue, and Su Ru all gathered around, sensing Wan Jianyi's current situation, and were in pain, Shui Yue snatched Wan Jianyi from Cangsong Daoren's arms, stroking his face, and crying pear blossoms brought rain.

The field is not easy, and the pine is also full of tears.