At this moment, the sky and the earth were gloomy, and the wind and clouds roared.

At the moment when the blood-colored demon knife was unsheathed, there seemed to be countless ghost crying and howling sounds.

All of Lin Huang's killing moves were exhausted, and he collided with Liu Cangsheng's countless sword slaves, making the entire sky completely become a battlefield of suffering.

The sword qi was annihilated.

The sword is gone.

The sword slave turned into powder.

The snow was strangled into smoke.

The wings of the sword qi broke.

A broken nasal passage.

The entire battlefield in the sky was swept away by an endless storm.

In the city of a hundred battles, everyone looked up, and they were all clay sculptures and wood carvings. Such a battle is no longer comparable to a simple battle of Wuhou.

Even in an ordinary battle of the Martial King, it is impossible to have such a terrifying threat.

And in that storm, I don't know how it will end.

In the void, the golden-clothed Saint King from the Eastern Heavenly God Sect sensed everything in the battle, and his expression was angry. He walked forward, but found that the void in front of him seemed to be separated from him by a moat.

I can't get out anyway.

This is true not only of the Golden-Clad Saint King, but of the rest of the people.

Above the clouds, the handsome monk looked at everything below with a curious look, smiled beautifully, and then asked Song Hanshan beside him, "Who is the master of this kid below, and the poor monk went to fight with him!"

Song Hanshan shook his head.

The monk pursed his lips, and then looked at the five-star deacon in the Hundred Battles City, "Then you can talk about it!"

The five-star deacon of Tianji also shook his head.

"Your vision is also bad!"

The monk shook his head disdainfully, without the slightest appearance of Buddha nature, "Since I don't know, the poor monk thinks to himself, there is only such a group of people who are more powerful than the poor monk, and there is always one of them!"

Song Hanshan's eyebrows trembled slightly.

Under the clouds, the storm gradually subsided, and it seemed that the battle between the two had also come to an end.

I saw that in the dark smoke, a young man in white clothes and blood slowly walked out.

Holding a blood-colored demon knife in one hand.

Holding Liu Cangsheng's head in one hand.

Like a blood-colored Shura, it reappears between heaven and earth.

Up and down the void, everyone's expressions froze

The leaders of several major forces were slightly shocked in their hearts, but they didn't expect Lin Huang to really kill Liu Cangsheng again and behead King Wu with Wuhou.

And this martial king is not an ordinary martial king.

Rather, he is one of the nine divine sons of the mainland.

However, just as Lin Huang appeared with Liu Cangsheng's head, a purple-clothed young man walked out of the void again, with a handsome expression.

The young man in purple was Liu Cangsheng.

He looked at his head being carried by Lin Huang, and his heart was full of piercing murderous intent in his eyes. Then, Liu Cangsheng looked up at the clouds and said:

"Dare to ask who the predecessors are, why do you want to help Lin Huang and block me from preaching!"

Above the clouds, the monk scratched his head and asked Song Hanshan beside him, "Did I hinder him from preaching?"

Song Hanshan shook his head and didn't know how to answer.

The monk smiled, glanced at Liu Cangsheng, and said with a smile: "Everything has a way, it should be done if the poor monk is willing, can you manage it?"

Liu Cangsheng's eyes stabbed, and his heart suddenly became angry, and he threatened in a low voice: "Father, Liu Chuandao!"

"That's right."

The monk sat on the cloud mountain, kicked his legs, "It's the guy who was kicked into the dung pit by the poor monk when he was twenty years old? I haven't seen him for many years, it is said that he was changed by the old man of Tianji, and he is no longer the same person he used to be? No, no, when does the poor monk have to go to the Eastern Heavenly God Sect and kick him again!"

Liu Cangsheng suddenly choked with anger, the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense, and he stared at the clouds coldly, "If the seniors stop the battle of this young master's preaching, I believe that my father will come suddenly!"

"No, no, no, he can't come!"

The monk suddenly waved his hand and laughed happily, "There is a group of people who are full of food and have nothing to do, and they are discussing how to join forces to kill Xiao Yishan, and your father is one of them, so he can't come!

"So, the seniors must stop the battle of the young master's preaching?"

Liu Cangsheng's hissing voice was like a wolf roaring. He shifted his gaze to the Golden-clothed Saint King, only to see the latter shake his head with a solemn expression.

"The poor monk won't stop anyone's battle for the preaching, but you've died twice in a row, so don't preach for the time being, take it easy. And after dying twice, the realm has climbed to the Martial King Triple Heaven, bullying a person from the Martial Marquis Seventh Heaven, this is the Bodhisattva's Enlightenment?"

The monk said with a smile.

In the long sky, Lin Huang also looked up at the clouds, only thinking that the invisible monk must be extremely cute.

It's so gracious.

"Senior, after today, the kid invites you to drink!"

Lin Huang climbed up the pole.

"Poor monks are monks, and they don't drink ordinary wine. The last time I drank wine, I snatched it from Li Taixuan. The last time I drank, I was poured by the old man of Tianji. The last time I drank, I was expelled from the school!"

The monk squinted and smiled.

Lin Huang's tone suddenly froze, how can people accept this?

Liu Cangsheng's expression became more and more bitter and cold, "Since the predecessors want to block this young master today, this young master will take it today." On another day, the members of the eight sects of the Eastern Heavenly God Sect will definitely visit their predecessors."

As he spoke, Liu Cangsheng rolled up his sleeves, no longer paying attention to the monk above the clouds, but walked towards the forest wilderness.

Every step is a killer.

The power of the Martial King Triple Heaven completely suppressed the Quartet.

Lin Huang frowned, and the blood-colored demon knife in his hand reappeared in front of him, looking vigilant.

On the clouds, the monk scratched his head, then touched the wrist of his left hand with his right hand.

On the wrist of the monk's left hand, there is a string of Buddhist beads, which is made of one hundred and eight bodhi seeds the size of jujube kernels, which looks very ordinary.

The Buddha beads are also decorated with bright yellow tassels made of 3,000 Bodhi whiskers.

Looking at Lin Huang, who had not yet confronted below, he began to retreat, and the monk slowly untied the Buddha beads on his wrist.

At this moment, the five-star deacon in the Hundred Battles City spoke again, and his expression became extremely serious, "Please also ask the Buddha King to leave!"

Well?

The monk frowned, staring at the five-star deacon below with a tense expression, and the Buddha bead that was about to be taken off returned to his hand again, and he did not throw it down.

Under the gloomy sky, the war resumed.

This time, Liu Cangsheng's strength has changed dramatically again.

"Don't you want to kill this young master, I still have four lives to play with you. I don't know, how many lives does your cheap dog have!"

Liu Cangsheng stared at Lin Huang condescendingly, with an indifferent expression.

Lin Huang folded his sleeves, looked at Liu Cangsheng who was high above, held the blood-colored demon knife, and rushed towards Liu Cangsheng violently.

"Kill!"

In the void, a long sigh of forest barren sounded.

Bang

However, in an instant, Lin Huang had not yet approached Liu Cangsheng, and was directly kicked out by the latter.

Liu Cangsheng looked leisurely, holding a long sword in his hand, and killed Lin Huang again.

Sonorous and sonorous.

In the void, the sound of swords and swords continued to sound, and there were also scenes of forest barren being knocked away.

The young man, who had been seriously injured before, was even more injured at this moment, drenched in blood, and completely turned into a bloody person.

In just a moment, a long sword in Liu Cangsheng's hand suddenly enlarged, turning into more than ten zhang, the whole body was golden, full of endless majesty, like a mountain falling, directly suppressing the forest wilderness.

"Get on your knees!"

Liu Cangsheng held the long sword in his hand and scolded suddenly, all majestic.

"Poof"

Lin Huang was pressed by the golden giant sword and spat blood from his mouth.

With a click, Lin Huang's leg bones broke and his body bent directly.

Liu Cangsheng's gaze became more and more cold, and the power of the golden giant sword in his hand increased again, "Who do you think you are, but a homeless wild dog." This young master asked you to kneel, and he still looks up to you!"

"Kneel for me!"

Liu Cangsheng shouted angrily again, and the power of the golden giant sword in his hand increased again.

"Ahem"

Lin Huang coughed violently, his whole body was directly crushed, and he fell to the ground on one knee.

Just as Lin Huang was kneeling on the ground, the wind and clouds surged between heaven and earth, causing everyone in the Hundred Battles City to frown.

When I looked up, I saw that Liu Cangsheng's breath was climbing up at this moment.

On the clouds, the monk frowned. At this moment, the wind and clouds are gathering, and Liu Cangsheng's aura is rising, indicating that the latter has won in this battle of preaching.

The monk twisted the Buddha beads in his hand and wanted to throw them out, but found that the five-star deacon of Tianji was staring at him coldly, and he suddenly felt a little big.

Just as the monk hesitated, in the long sky, Lin Huang, who was on one knee with the Liu Cangsheng giant sword, suddenly raised his head at this moment.

Lin Huang's face was miserable at the moment, but there was a touch of calmness and calmness on his face.

Those eyes were full of domineering.

Deep and rebellious.

Look at the world.

The voice was low, but it was like Huang Zhong Dalu shaking the world, "Heaven and earth have a way, and the world's eternal idealism is immortal." You regard me like an ant, and in my eyes, you are just a stepping stone for me to push the eternal wilderness of the Northern Forest!"

Lin Huang's voice fell.

The mountains and rivers between heaven and earth are turbulent.

Gathering clouds.

The sound of the avenue fell.

The hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers in the Firmament Continent also shook at this moment