"The seniors are worthy of the seniors, and the two primeval ancestors were solved in two moves!"

Ye Fan's eyes were gloomy, and his heart was much more relaxed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAt least, with these people, there shouldn't be any more people who look down on the Terrans, right?

"This bastard, how did this bastard get good stuff again? However, is that sword really an immortal weapon? Duan Dedu was about to drool.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Leng Ling was like a cannonball, being shot into the ground.

"What's going on?" Some people's hearts are tight.

"The gap in the realm is too big!" The Barbarian King sighed.

"It seems that Ben Xuanwu has to make a move!" The little black turtle in the barbarian king's hat licked its paws.

"Use the fairy sword, use the fairy sword to slash these bastards to death." The Black Emperor shouted.

The hearts of all the Terran monks seemed to be grasped, and all kinds of entanglements emerged. If the human race is defeated, I am afraid that it will have to become the fish and meat of the primeval race!

"Hmph, the Terrans really didn't fight!" Yuangu, who was standing beside the Emperor, sneered.

"Isn't one against seven enough? If he is allowed to grow up for another hundred years, no, even if it is fifty years, I am afraid that he will be an extremely terrifying existence! Huo Linzi said coldly.

"I fight the sky with my blood, and I tremble!"

Quan Shaohai suddenly burst out. Blood-colored true qi surrounded him. The two ancestral kings closest to him were already extremely embarrassed by him, and at this moment, they were even more shocked to retreat!

The other eight ancestral kings were entangled by Hong Qiming and Yue Qing, and the other seven were staring at Quan Shaohai deadly.

Although Quan Shaohai's momentum did not reach the level of a saint, it gave the extremely ancestral king a terrible crisis. At this moment, Quan Shaohai is like a tiger descending from the mountain, choosing people to devour!

"Brother Hai is going crazy, let's retreat first!"

Yue Qing shouted, and if the arrow from the string retreated.

"Let's go!"

Hong Qiming's flying sword swept away the ancestral king on the opposite side and retreated. He was not familiar with Quan Shaohai, but he also felt the terrible power, and he didn't dare to stay longer, for fear of being involved.

"Good time!"

When an ancestor king saw Quan Shaohai coming straight towards him, he shouted, his arms intersected, and the Dao Dao brilliance fell, like a canopy of heaven, pressing towards Quan Shaohai.

"Fist fight, kill!"

Quan Shaohai had an extra pair of blood-red fist gloves on his hands, as if they were dyed red with blood. He was as fast as lightning, leaving a trail in the void. His punch was like a real dragon churning, and his fighting intent broke through the sky!

"Boom!"

The Guanghua canopy shattered, and Quan Shaohai's fist disappeared and smashed on the head of the ancestor king.

A generation of ancestors in ancient times has fallen!

At the moment when Leng Ling was beaten away, Quan Shaohai's outburst aroused everyone's enthusiasm and made many ancient clans extremely frightened.

Terrans, and the saint!

Terran, and there are people who can carry the flag!

The Terrans will not fall like this!

"Boom!"

The nine ancestral kings shot at the same time, and thousands of rays of brilliance appeared out of thin air, intertwined with each other, and shrouded Quan Shaohai.

"Shameless!" The barbarian king gritted his teeth and hated.

"Bastards, these bastards are so hateful, they actually joined forces with nine ancient saints!"

"Bastard, the primeval race is going to strangle all the hopes of our human race!"

The Terran monks were noisy and noisy, but their eyes were red, and they wanted to rush up and fight.

"I'll ...... for him"

Ye Fan, who had entered the Holy Shell, opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, he saw a sword slash through the void and fall from the sky, crushing all the attacks of the nine ancestral kings.

"This sword, made with real dragon horns, I have cultivated it with blood and qi for three hundred years, I thought that no one could let me make a sword. But, today you did it! ”

The one who spoke was Quan Shaohai. In his cold and cold voice, there was endless killing intent, like a sea of blood rolling and rushing.

The fist gloves in his hand were gone, but there was a blood-red sword in his hand, which emitted a billowing red light, and it was extremely hot.

"You've completely me off!"

Quan Shaohai roared, and the sword moved at will, like a blood-colored true dragon roaring the heavens and the earth, the sound shook the sky, and went straight into the Nine Shadows.

"True Dragon Sword, Brother Hai actually used the True Dragon Sword!" Yue Qing said dumbfoundedly.

"Is the True Dragon Sword really made from the True Dragon Horn?" Duan De asked, his eyes shining.

"Yes, it's not just the dragon's horns, but also the remnant of a real dragon. I heard that it was given to him by Brother Shan many years ago, and he has always treasured it useless, but he didn't expect to use the True Dragon Sword today. Yue Qing sighed.

"Dragon Soul?"

The crowd was moved.

The primeval creatures were also very nervous.

There is no fire phoenix in the world, and there is no real dragon. Is there really such a divine beast in the world?

Also, who is that mountain brother? Can you hunt a real dragon?

Although the vast majority of people do not believe that there will be real dragons in the world. However, there was a terrifying dragon power on that sword.

"Boom!"

The heavens screamed, and the earthquake trembled.

The two Ancient Saints have fallen again.

So far, Quan Shaohai has killed three ancient saints in a row!

Many people screamed, and the contempt of the primeval beings from the bottom of their hearts during this time made everyone feel aggrieved.

But today, the battle is holy!

Quan Shaohai is like a god of war, standing on the void, on the true dragon sword, blood drips, every drop on the ground can smash a big pit, that is holy blood!

"Enough!"

In the setting sun, a man in white was walking step by step, and the sunset sprinkled on his body, dyed with a layer of divine brilliance, making him otherworldly. A snow-white shirt fluttering in the wind, stepping on the sunset, like a dream, the elegance of the moment, the peerless posture, makes people want to kneel down and worship.

It's not coercion, it's an emotional sensation that people are crying out.

"Saint!"

"A saint who belongs to my human race!"

When I said goodbye back then, it had been almost seventeen or eighteen years, Ye Fan's eyes were sour, and he didn't expect to see the white-clothed God King here.

Leng Ling and Quan Shaohai killed several ancient saints, but they are not saints after all! And this one, although he didn't show half of his holy might, was a real Terran saint!

"Not enough!" Quan Shaohai looked coldly at the white-clothed God King who came over. He didn't know him, but he felt that it wasn't enough!

"That's it! Even if you fight the Quartet today, how many can you kill? The white-clothed god king sighed.

The human race has been weak for a long time, unless the emperor is born, it will not be easy to turn over!

"How many kills? Kill them until they bow their heads! Leng Ling's voice sounded, and he appeared again.

This time, his qi was all restrained, and he couldn't feel any momentum at all, just like an ordinary person.

"Is that you?" The white-clothed God King Jiang Taixu's eyes narrowed slightly, he had seen Leng Ling, in the purple mountain. At the same time, I also saw it at Jiang's house! When he was born more than ten years ago, the battle attracted the attention of the world, but it was disrupted by this one. At that time, it was also with him a holy fruit that his strength could recover very quickly.

"Captain, time is running for you. Next, I'm looking forward to your performance! Quan Shaohai grinned, the real dragon sword was put away, and his momentum dispersed.

"Since it's a performance, it naturally needs to be exciting!" Leng Ling said with a smile.

That blow was knocked away, but Leng Ling also found a way to break through.

The strength has not improved much, but the undead demon body has already reached the eighth layer!

In other words, these ancestral kings holding holy soldiers may not be able to hurt him. (To be continued.) )