"Roar~~~"

The purple-gold dragon opened its blood basin mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, and spat out a purple and gold giant chain from its blood basin mouth, directly binding the white-clothed soul saint to a solid knot. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Purple-gold inscriptions, like purple-gold elves, swirled and flew around the white-clothed Soul Saint.

Seeing this, the white-clothed soul saint couldn't help but be shocked when he thought that Chen Shaofan had that mysterious broken sword!

He struggled violently, and dense cracks appeared on the chains of the golden dragon's trap, as if they were about to shatter.

"Roar~~~"

At this moment, the dragon phantom disappeared into the purple-gold chain with its teeth and claws, and disappeared.

Suddenly, the cracks showed signs of healing.

The white-clothed Soul Saint beckoned towards the silver-white holy sword that had already defeated the Golden Gate Sword Shadow, and the silver-white holy sword flew back into his palm.

"Roar~~~"

Another deafening dragon groan rang out.

The second purple-gold dragon appeared above the white-clothed Soul Saint's head, opened its bloody mouth, and another purple-gold chain erupted, blessing the Soul Saint's body.

Now, the strength of Chen Shaofan's physical body has increased greatly, and coupled with the violent killing dao, the power of the golden dragon trap has increased to an extremely powerful level.

The two golden dragons trapped the white-clothed soul saint, and it was difficult for him to break free in an instant.

Fortunately, the silver-white holy sword had returned to his hands.

"Quick, you guys go and kill Chen Shaofan and assist the Soul Saint!" Ji Wuhua on the silver giant ship shouted anxiously when he saw Chen Shaofan casting the Golden Dragon Trap and restraining the middle-aged Soul Saint.

The Soul Emperor-level Black Armor Army immediately rushed towards Chen Shaofan with murderous energy.

It's like a black cloud.

Chen Shaofan's angular face, like a knife, showed a mocking color, and said, "You're too late!"

The words fell.

As soon as Chen Shaofan's mind moved, the jet-black burial remnant sword in the martial arts, which was like an ancient stone Buddha full of cracks, suddenly trembled.

"Buzz"

The pitch-black light that erupted from the funeral was more dazzling, as if it could swallow everything, tremble, and disappear in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, an extra black light appeared in Chen Shaofan's hand, turning into a broken sword full of cracks, like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes and was about to reach the end of his life.

The Dead Exudes the incomparable coercion of the tyrant, and the sword born for killing seems to be able to slaughter everything.

Chen Shaofan clenched the burial life, his fighting intent was monstrous, and without the slightest hesitation, he swung towards the white-clothed soul saint who was frantically attacking the golden dragon trapped and was about to get out of the trap.

"Buzz"

A pitch-black sword light rushed out from the burial life, turning into a hundred-zhang pitch-black sword, and where it passed, cracks appeared in the space, unable to withstand its vast power.

The speed of the sword is incredible.

Strangely appeared on the top of the head of the white-clothed soul saint who was about to break the two purple-gold chains, and fell down fiercely.

"Don't !!"

The white-clothed soul flew out of the sky, emitting a terrible wail like a terrible ghost's cry.

The hundred-zhang pitch-black sword ray, exuding a black glow that can devour everything, directly split the white-clothed soul saint who was bound and unable to escape from head to toe, and its pair of eyes bulged out wildly, like the eyes of a dead fish, and the vitality in it had quietly passed.

I saw that a crack appeared in the center of the top of the white-clothed soul saint's head, extending to the bottom of the torso, splitting into two halves, with dense cracks, growing out of this split place, and instantly covering the whole body of the white-clothed soul saint.

"Bang"

The body of the white-clothed soul saint turned into powder, and the treasures on his body were also destroyed!

"Boom"

At this moment, an earth-shattering noise came.

The black earth-shattering sword that was struck out by the Burial Being, after killing the white-clothed Soul Saint, slammed into the wasteland below with residual power.

Chen Shaofan's face was a little pale, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly, the sword just now consumed a lot of his physical strength and Xuan Qi.

The emperor-level black-armored army like a black cloud, the closest distance to him was less than three hundred zhang away.

However, they all stopped in unison, because the Soul Saints had all been killed by the man in Tsing Yi, and they were already terrified!

The Sage is not an opponent, and they, the Soul Emperor, are even less opponents, they are simply local chickens and dogs!

On the deck of the silver ship, Ki Wuhua's handsome face was distorted, and it was covered with struggle, disbelief, monstrous anger, and a hint of fear!

He never dreamed that a Soul Saint of the Fivefold Realm of the Holy Realm, and a relatively powerful Soul Saint of the Sacred Realm Fivefold Soul Saint, was killed by a martial artist who only had one Soul Emperor.

Ji Wuhua stared at Chen Shaofan's pale face tightly, and roared angrily: "Chen Shaofan is already at the end of the crossbow, you kill him immediately! Kill him! Kill him! Chen Shaofan doesn't die, all of you will die!!

The sound was rolling, like a thunderclap.

When the originally frightened emperor-level black-armored army heard this, they had to bite the bullet and continue to kill Chen Shaofan.

There was not the slightest hint of fear on Chen Shaofan's pale face, he sat down cross-legged, his eyes closed, and those black-armored soldiers didn't know what he was doing.

The blood light of his body was even more dazzling and flashing, and a blood-colored pipa artifact phantom appeared and the blood-colored god axe phantom reflected each other, and the killing aura on Chen Shaofan's body was even worse.

Chen Shaofan's body also swelled suddenly, reaching a height of hundreds of zhang, like a god of killing, sitting there cross-legged.

The blood-colored pipa artifact above his head suddenly burst out with dazzling blood light, and its volume skyrocketed, and blood-colored inscriptions were flying rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the height of the blood-colored pipa artifact had increased to hundreds of zhang in height, condensed like substance, exuding a strange and unsettling aura.

Chen Shaofan's body has increased to a thousand zhang, he stretched out his giant hand, and grabbed the blood-colored pipa artifact floating above his head like a blood-colored sacred mountain, his huge eyes suddenly opened, and there were two blood-colored vortices in it that were constantly rotating, escaping a breathtaking mysterious power.

Chen Shaofan stared at the emperor-level black-armored army that had rushed to the top of his head, like a huge black cloud, and spit out a death-like voice with murderous energy: "You all have to die!"

The words fell, and without waiting for the emperor-level black armor army to attack, his five giant pillar-like hands pointed at the extremely thick giant strings on the pipa artifact, and gently flicked it.

"Buzz ~~~~~"

A humming sound containing a mysterious and strange aura emanated from the blood-colored pipa artifact.

There were also blood-colored ripples, flying out from the blood-colored pipa artifact, like ripples on the surface of the water, spreading towards the location of the emperor-level black-armored army in the sky, containing breathtaking power.

These blood-colored inscriptions have a mysterious power that makes people dizzy to look at.