In the battle between Shengxian Zun and Duxin Dark Moon, everyone avoided one after another, and the shocking heaven held one of the two weapons in Naluotian and sealed one of the two weapons, and the power of the sorrow blessed their own strength, and soon solved the battle spirit of the Tongtian Demon Clan in front of them, and came to the entrance of the ice rift.

The demon god stood in the entrance of the ice rift, with a calm smile on his face, looking at the Terran powerhouse who came over, the momentum fluctuating from his body, although it was not terrifying, but the scarlet spear in his hand was carrying a dangerous aura, and the lonely flood desolate had already made a decision in his heart: "Now, is it you who came to challenge me?"

Holding the sorrowful voice, the heavens know the heavy responsibility on their bodies, the demon god in front of him is the leader of all the demon god generals, if he can take it down, it will be more beneficial for this decisive battle between man and demon.

Tianjue raised the sorrow in his hand, and his own momentum continued to impact the lonely desolation in front of him, and said coldly: "Demon God General, sorrow, will end your life." "No more words, starting is already a Naluo Heavenly Style.

However, the calm expression on the face of the lonely flood desolate still did not change, and while his body continued to dodge, he said to Tianjue: "The strong man of the human race, you are very strong, but can you listen to me, there is a more relaxed way to take my life." ”

The power that came from above the sorrow continued to make Tianjue powerless to improve, but in his offensive, he still did not touch any corner of the clothes of the Lonely Flood Desolation, and the strength of the Heavenly Absolute had failed one after another, and the true yuan of the Heavenly Absolute began to be consumed, but after hearing the voice of the Lonely Flood Desolation, he gradually stopped the attack in his hand: "Death is imminent, what other tricks are there? ”

"Huh. Lonely Flood Desolate smiled softly, and the figure appeared in front of Tian Jue like a ghost, Tian Jue still didn't see what kind of body technique Lonely Hong Desolation used, and knew that it would be futile to continue to attack, so he had the right to listen to what Lonely Hong Desolate would think.

I only heard the Lonely Flood Desolate say softly: "Why don't you make a bet with me, if I win, you leave the spear in your hand, you win, what will you do with the Lonely Flood Desolate?"

Tianjue fell into silence after hearing it, and made a bet with the demon god, it sounded very ridiculous, his own true yuan began to condense continuously when he stood quietly in front of him, and the demon god in front of him appeared was his body, although Tianjue couldn't see clearly what kind of body method he used, if he could hit it with one hit, then it could also cause fatal damage to the lonely flood.

So he opened his mouth and said, "What bet are you going to make?" As he spoke, he continued to gather his true element, adjusting the state of his body, and striving to reach the peak.

The smile on the corner of Lonely Honghuang's mouth was still calm, as if he hadn't noticed Tianjue's movements, and said indifferently: "Let's bet that my Demon War Emperor and you Naluotian are the victorious Xianzun, who wins and who loses in a battle?"

"Huh?" Hearing the content of the Lonely Flood Desolation's bet, Tianjue fell into deep thought, Shengxianzun's momentum has far exceeded their understanding, and now in the battle with the Demon War Emperor, it is obvious that he can sense that Shengxianzun's momentum is still rising, and although the Demon War Emperor has a strong fighting spirit, he and Shengxianzun must think that the current Shengxianzun is stronger.

So he said to the lonely flood: "I bet with you, I hope you won't break your word." ”

The smile on the corner of Lonely Honghuang's mouth is still the same as before: "Naturally not, Lonely Honghuang has always treated people with sincerity." He immediately took the lead in withdrawing the momentum on his body and looked at the fighting Shengxian Zun and Duxin Shenyue in the sky.

Looking at the defenseless Lonely Flood Desolation, Tian Jue wanted to make a strong move, but thinking that he had not seen through any of the Demon God General's body before, he also fell into hesitation for a while, and when he sensed the momentum of the Demon God General's withdrawal, he was not sure of his own shot, and then gradually reined in his own momentum and set his eyes on the battle situation in the sky.

The slender long blade in Changqin Qianxue's hand waved again, and the two people who were scattered by the impact of power, their figures continued to retreat, and while Changqin Qianxue's figure continued to retreat, the voice in her mouth came coldly again: "The years are silent, ethereal." ”

A thousand years ago, the extreme move of the Hidden World Sect Sect appeared for the first time in the Tianyuan World, and the figure of Changqin Qianxue seemed to melt into the void, and the figure was gradually fading, and the sharp blade in his hand was constantly disappearing into the space.

Under the entire clouds, all sounds began to be cut off, time and space seemed to stop running at the same time as Changqin Qianxue's figure disappeared into space, and the heart of the moon began to beat rapidly, and the danger in her heart no longer reminded her that the next attack would be more terrifying than ever, but she still couldn't sense where this attack came from.

The figure that disappeared in front of him could only sense the space sect that was shattered by the impact of the strong power of the two people, containing a huge amount of luck, and the frantic air flow of the flight attendant for the first time was constantly staggered and turbulent, and at the moment when Changqin Qianxue disappeared, these forces began to condense strangely.

The heart of the heart of the moon hit in front of her, her own battle intent Ling Ran, even if she couldn't sense the position of Changqin Qianxue, but the dignity and momentum of the war emperor made her fearless, and she said softly in her mouth: "Hmph, good trick, meet my attack." ”

The moment he closed his eyes and sensed carefully, the battle axe in his hand was slowly raised, sensing the turbulence of the space in front of him, his eyes suddenly opened in an instant, and he said coldly again: "I found you, Shocking Demon Slash." ”

The battle axe raised high, the entire body of the heart of the moon actually manifested a huge phantom of its true appearance, shrouded around his body, and the battle axe also flashed a huge phantom impact, instantly turning into a huge battle axe, and with the moment of its own exercises, the phantom of the battle axe directly slashed down.

The power of opening the world completely tore apart the clouds in the sky, and if the crazy slash fell on the ice field, such a powerful force would definitely split another ice crack abyss on the ground, but the frenzied slash directly fell on the corner of the torn cloud space, and was carried by a mysterious force.

In the silent space, the figure of Changqin Qianxue began to flicker and disappear, and with the moment when the clouds gradually dissipated, the slender blade in his hand once again met the huge battle axe phantom.

The light that jumped in front of Changqin Qianxue's body directly formed a huge impact of sword energy, and finally turned into a flash of light and extinguishment, flashing towards the phantom of the battle axe, but in the space after Yang Yun dissipated, the phantom of the battle axe gradually dissipated.

And in the flash of light and extinction just now, the figure of the Crossing Heart Stygian Moon, with the instinct of the body, slightly to the left, the blade of Changqin Qianxue slashed and grazed the corner of the body, and after the mad battle axe phantom disappeared, it was obvious that the left shoulder of the Crossing Heart Stygian Moon was exuding a trace of demonic energy.

"Hahaha......" Duxin Shenyue's voice became even more fanatical, and the battle intent in his eyes was even stronger: "Thousands of years ago, you were the second person who injured me, take it, this is the recognition of the Demon War Emperor." ”

Withdrawing the battle axe in his hand, the figure of the Crossing Heart Dark Moon began to rotate suddenly, and then stood still, the momentum on his body began to emerge boundlessly, and the phantom of the demon god behind him became even more famous, just like the ancient demon god re-descended to Tianyuan, and then at the moment of standing: "Fear of dark punishment, the demon god beheads the crime." ”

"Roar ......" There was an angry roar from the demon god phantom behind him, and the shattered spatial turbulence in the sky was all washed away, and a huge power impact directly fell on Changqin Qianxue's body, causing her clothes to shake.

Behind Changqin Qianxue, the figures of a group of demon soldiers directly turned into primordial demonic energy, and slowly returned to the ground, the terrifying power impacted, and the roar of the demon god directly shattered the bodies of the disciples of the human race sect who were close to them within ten miles of the battle, and all vomited blood and fell to the dust.

Withstood the roar of the Demon God Phantom, but the real attack was just about to strike, and the figure of the Crossing Heart Stygian Moon quickly approached in front of Changqin Qianxue, and the battle axe in his hand once again carried the power to destroy everything, and slashed down from the side.

Changqin Qianxue quickly leaned back and dodged this slash, but the attack of the Crossing Heart Dark Moon was even faster, and the moves were continuous, and Changqin Qianxue could only retreat one after another, and her own battle spirit was gradually suppressed by this arrogant force.

However, Changqin Qianxue was in danger, the unrepentance in his hand flashed with a deep light, and while the figure continued to retreat, he once again operated his own body, and the true yuan slowly flowed in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra: "Years, no blame." ”