The World-Destroying Sword in the Demon Ancestor's hand was wrapped in demonic energy, swirling and churning, and the roar of a beast faintly came out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ring!" With a soft shout, the Divine Sword Ring appeared, and returned directly to Wen Jie's hand, the sword blade trembled slightly: "Master!"

Wen Jie squinted: "Old man, let's fight side by side!" As he spoke, the divine power worked, and the sword body of the ring was wrapped in golden light, which was mixed with Dao Dao light, intertwined with the air, and made a sound explosion.

I haven't felt the excitement of the battle for a long time, Wen Jie suddenly has some blood boiling, and after being comfortable for so long, it's time to move.

Xuan Yue smiled lightly, slowly closed her eyes, turned into a blue light, entered Wen Jie's body, and became one with Wen Jie.

The demonic qi roared, and the figure of the demon ancestor also rose into the air, and the world-destroying sword in his hand slashed down at Wen Jie with the tumbling demonic energy.

Wen Jie snorted coldly, the divine sword shook, and let out a clear sound, the sword shadow was ten thousand, with the rotation of the wrist, slashing through the sword light, forming a sword curtain, blocking the sword of the Demon Ancestor, and the divine energy of the left hand struck out, and with the cover of the sword curtain, it hit the chest of the Demon Ancestor.

The demonic qi was dissipated, and the demon ancestor's body was unstable for a while. The World Destroying Sword flickered, operating the magic power, blessing the magic sword, and the sword edge turned sharply, heading straight for Wen Jie's head.

Wen Jie turned sideways, avoided the blade of the sword, and parried with the sword, raised his foot, and kicked out like lightning.

The Demon Ancestor immediately raised his hand to block Wen Jie's leg, and the demonic qi worked, shaking Wen Jie's leg away.

The figure moved back, and the sword blade swept, striking out a fierce sword aura.

The Demon Ancestor swung his sword, blocked the sword qi, and snorted coldly at Wen Jie: "The two are one, and it is also a loss to you that you think, it is really an eye-opener for the deity!"

Wen Jie hooked his lips slightly, with a sneer: "No matter what the method, if it can kill you, it's a good way!" There is no longer a trace of mercy, Wen Jie has already made up his mind to kill at this time, he will not let a greedy wolf keep staring at himself like staring at food.

The Demon Ancestor sneered: "With your current strength as a god, you also want to kill the deity, it's really unashamed! The deity will kill you to prevent future troubles!" Before the words fell, he held the sword in both hands, the demonic qi was running wildly, changing from stabbing to slashing, and the Demon Slayer Sword swept towards Wen Jie with violent energy fluctuations.

The figure retreated slightly, and the golden light around him instantly ignited, turning into raging flames, and even the divine sword was surrounded by flames and burned.

Holding the sword in both hands, the blade of the sword flames roared, exuding scorching energy. With all the divine power on his wrist and powerful energy, he collided with the sword of the Demon Ancestor.

Ding, a crisp resonance of gold and iron, the surrounding things were instantly shattered by the blasting energy impact, turning into rubble and powder.

Demon Ancestor and Wen Jie retreated one after another, barely steady. Wen Jie's face was pale, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, and he had already suffered serious internal injuries. The gap in strength cannot be completely surpassed by one plus one.

The Demon Ancestor stabilized his body and sneered at Wen Jie: "You are no longer the original god you used to be, how can you be the opponent of the deity, hahaha!"

Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, Wen Jie sneered: "You are really still so conceited!" As he spoke, his body had already moved, turning into a burning phantom, and rushed straight towards the Demon Ancestor.

At the same time, the divine sword in his hand lit up, and the ice-blue divine pattern on the sword body slowly flowed like blood.

The sword pattern and the flame echo each other, like the combination of water and fire, repelling and attracting, and the unexpected harmony is a little weird.

With a shock of his wrist, the divine power filled the divine sword again, and the divine sword buzzed. Ten fingers gripped the hilt of the sword, and the blade slashed through a perfect arc towards the Demon Ancestor.

The Demon Ancestor was secretly frightened, the demonic qi was running wildly, the divine sword was clenched, and it slammed into Wen Jie's divine sword.

Boom, there was another loud bang, and everything that had been reduced to rubble was shattered again, and the whole thing turned to ashes.

Poof, finally, Wen Jie still spurted out a mouthful of blood, and there was a flame burning in his chest, suffocating in pain.

Barely mobilizing his divine power, the air in front of him distorted and boiled。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 (To be continued.) )