"Boom!"

The two powerhouses fought, and the two of them collided together fiercely, and in an instant, the entire sky dome erupted into a ball of brilliant light, lighting up the entire sky dome, and the extreme light was like a round of scorching sun between Chen Tianyu, and the power that came out of it made countless people change color.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The Purple Circle Holy Lord and the middle-aged man were shaken by the force of the shock and quickly retreated in the air, and every time the two of them landed, they stepped on the void and cracked, and one after another the great cracks in the void appeared above the heavens.

The footprints were not far apart, and the cracked void cracks around them were densely criss-crossed, and as far as the eye could see, the entire heavenly dome was like a spider web, as if the entire heavenly dome would collapse if it was touched slightly.

"The saint casts the real emperor technique, and the saint performs the quasi-emperor technique at the peak, the two of them are half a catty and eight taels, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, and they can only lose both sides in the fight!"

"Emperor Dao Secret Technique!" The middle-aged man in the Ethereal Palace almost went crazy, his eyes were fierce, and his face was extremely unwilling.

He is at the peak of a saint, and he can't defeat a person who has just been promoted to the holy realm, all because of secret arts, after all, because the foundation of the Ethereal Palace is not enough, otherwise with his strength, why is he so aggrieved.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but grit his teeth, in fact, he was extremely jealous of the people of the Hansong Ancient Kingdom, a declining emperor inheritance with imperial arts, still able to be superior to others, which was terrifying, which was incomparable to their ethereal palace.

At this time, everyone present focused their eyes on the Zihuan Holy Lord, the imperial art is mysterious, never passed on, it is the foundation of an imperial inheritance, which makes countless people's eyes hot, they are all monks, who does not want to control the secret art, then their strength will continue to rise.

However, who called them from a bad background, they were not born in the imperial inheritance, even if it was a declining imperial inheritance.

The middle-aged man quickly calmed down, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and looked at the Zihuan Holy Lord, and the two sides were tense.

"Hmph, Zihuan, you have just advanced to the saint, even if you have the imperial technique, I see how much divine power and blood you can support the performance of the imperial technique, I will drag you to death, accept your life!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man crossed the heaven and earth in one step, crossed the extreme of heaven and earth, and his body directly tore through the void, and instantly appeared in front of Zihuan, and slammed into Zihuan's chest with a punch.

"Boom!"

The avenue roared, the galaxy was bright, and the aura of the entire heaven and earth turned into a long river of aura gathered on his fist, and a huge fist smashed the power of decay and slaughtered towards Zihuan Town, piercing everything.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the Purple Universe Holy Lord's face changed slightly, his eyes shrank, and his expression was extremely solemn.

The other party is right, after all, he has just matured, and his control of the way of the saint is only the first time, compared with this kind of person who has been sanctified for thousands of years, the accumulation is too weak, and the other party's divine power and blood are not comparable to himself at all, if he fights, he can only lose in the end.

Seeing the middle-aged man make a move, all the big people present couldn't help but nod their heads, understanding his intentions, this is the rhythm of consuming the Zihuan Holy Lord to death.

The faces of the people in Feiyun Pavilion also changed slightly, and their faces were solemn.

"I can't wait, I'll help him!" The second elder of Feiyun Pavilion looked cold, and he took one step at a time, and he was about to join the battle group.

As soon as he took a step, the whole person suddenly stood still, and then his face turned red, and his body couldn't help but tremble, as if he was trying his best to resist something, and cold sweat flowed down.

"Little doll, it's better not to act rashly, otherwise don't blame the old man for being polite!" At this time, an old voice seemed to come from nine heavens away, lingering in the ears of everyone in Feiyun Pavilion, making everyone in Feiyun Pavilion look different.

"God-King!"

The Second Elder's lips trembled, his face changed drastically, and he muttered to himself, looking at the Ethereal Palace side in extreme shock.

In the crowd of the Ethereal Palace, an old man stood there, his body was straight, his hands were on his back, he looked very ordinary from a distance, but when he looked closely, it gave people a different feeling, as if he stood there at will, and the whole person was integrated into the whole heaven and earth, obviously standing there, right in front of your eyes, when you went to feel him carefully, he did not exist.

At this moment, the old man looked at the people of Feiyun Pavilion very indifferently, and it was a bland look, but it made all the saints of Feiyun Pavilion, and even the ancient saint Yunyi change color, and his body suddenly became cold, as if with a tight look, this old man could kill them.

"Shh......hh

"It seems that the Ethereal Palace is here prepared this time, and even the God King has been dispatched!" Yun Yi said with a solemn face, if you want to think of the other party's old man, you have to be born from the ancestor of the Yunzun God King of their Feiyun Pavilion.

There is an old man, and no one in Feiyun Pavilion dares to act rashly, otherwise it will be a catastrophe, and it is possible to be killed on the spot.

Yun Yi sighed, glanced at the ancient country of Hansong, and gently took out a jade slip, wanting to crush and send a message to the ancestor Yunzun God King, so that he could save Hansong.

"Buzz!"

As soon as he took out the jade slip, without crushing it, he felt an invisible force fall on him, and at this moment, he seemed to have fallen into a boundless ice cave, the blood in his whole body seemed to be condensed, and his whole body was uncontrollable.

"Little doll, give up your careful thoughts, don't test the patience of the old man!" A warning word sounded in Yun Yi's ears, instantly making him sweat profusely.

"Ask for more blessings!" Yun Yi sighed, glanced at the two people fighting in the air, and gave up the idea in his heart, he knew that as long as he dared to crush this jade slip, he was afraid that he would be killed on the spot.

"Boom!"

The battle between the middle-aged man in the air and the Zihuan Holy Lord is almost over, and he has been running the imperial technique, and the consumption of him is huge.

"Hahaha, Zihuan, today next year is your death day, come on!" The middle-aged man's eyes showed joy, and with a "boom" of blood, the avenue was approaching, like a galaxy surrounding him, and in an instant, a wisp of quasi-emperor power burst out.

A palm slapped out, the palm momentum was ethereal, erratic, and one after another laws fell down, blocking the entire heaven and earth, and the Zihuan Holy Lord instantly felt that all directions were surrounded by terrifying palm power, making him have nowhere to retreat.

"Not good!" The expression of the Zihuan Holy Lord changed greatly, and he wanted to perform the Emperor Dao Secret Technique again, but when he started to operate, his whole face suddenly turned pale, the divine power on his body stagnated, his body became weak, and he almost fell down in the void.