The momentum of the transcendent level is constantly roaring, constantly oscillating, and the energy ripples formed are constantly stirring in all directions.

A door that covers the sky and the sun, like tearing apart the communication barriers between the two worlds, is presented in the world.

It's like an immortal pushing open a door and walking out of it.

The souls of the world are shaking.

Fang Lang felt that the oppression brought by the Martial Saint and the coercion brought by it all disappeared in an instant.

The unprecedented feeling of relaxation made Fang Lang feel comfortable and wanted to let out a long sigh.

Martial Saint, the ancestor of the Immortal Martial Pagoda of the Ten Great Sects, is so strong that Fang Lang can never fight against it, it is an existence that truly sets foot in the realm of detachment.

The coercion he brought was naturally terrifying, so terrible that Fang Lang was almost crushed and his neck was bent.

But, fortunately, Fang Lang resisted.

The qi beam formed by the Martial Saint suddenly disappeared.

Heaven and earth seem to be silent at this moment.

The martial saint kept warning in his heart, and he didn't kill Fang Lang with one punch, so he wanted to retreat.

However, he could not withdraw.

The palm that grabbed his fist looked white and weak, but it had an irresistible power.

He couldn't break free!

The graceful figure walked out from behind the portal, like an immortal in the dust.

The sword qi between heaven and earth, at this moment, suddenly soared, and countless sword intents seemed to be roaring like an angry dragon.

Sword Immortal, return to the world.

"How is that possible?"

The first to speak and break the silence was the Martial Saint.

Wu Sheng never imagined that the speed of Xuanyuan Taihua's return would be much faster than he imagined.

Wu Sheng didn't waste the slightest time, with his identity, Fang Lang's junior made a move, and he didn't talk about martial arts.

However, he still shot as fast as he could.

However, Xuanyuan Taihua is still returning.

"Something is wrong!"

The Martial Saint felt that he had been pitted.

He was like a moth that had jumped into a spider's web, waiting for the spider to follow the web, getting closer and closer, and finally leaving all the residue he had swallowed!

"You're calculating me!"

The Martial Saint's face changed, and he let out a roar!

Xuanyuan Taihua ...... In fact, it can be back a long time ago!

There is no need for Fang Lang to perform any summoning rituals!

Perhaps, the moment Fang Lang pulled out the fourth sword, he could return, and the message that Xuanyuan Taihua had left in the Datang world before was likely to be misleading.

Of course, it is even possible that Xuanyuan Taihua can return when Fang Lang pulls out the third sword.

And Xuanyuan Taihua has endured and never returned, the purpose is to kill a transcendent person in an unexpected way!

And now, the ...... who jumped into this pit It's him!

The Martial Saint's scalp was numb, and he only felt an endless chill enveloping his body.

Tear and pull!

Golden blood spilled in the air.

The Martial Saint actually cut off one of his arms without hesitation.

Take this opportunity to break free from the clutches of Xuanyuan Taihua and regain your freedom!

"Takeo...... Or be stupid to show purity. ”

A faint voice, a little ethereal, a little clear, sounded from behind the portal.

The Martial Saint's face turned pale.

He is the strongest martial artist in the world, but the person in front of him is qualified to look down on him as a martial artist.

Xuanyuan Taihua, this peerless sword immortal, actually let him meet first.

"Where is Tianzun, Xuanyuan Taihua returns...... You and I are here to stop you! ”

The Martial Saint clutched his broken arm, the blood stopped, and he raised his head towards the sky above the clouds and cracked, and let out an angry roar.

He has to shake people, fighting the female sword immortal alone, he is not sure.

Tianzun's opponent is Li Zhengyang, but Li Zhengyang is not a transcendent powerhouse, just a nine-grade person, Tianzun has been paddling for so long!

However, at this moment.

What the Martial Saint didn't know was.

The Heavenly Venerable above the Nine Heavens Cloud Layer was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

Between the rolling and exploding of the sea of clouds, a blood-colored figure rushed out and kicked fiercely towards Tianzun.

The space was shattered by a kick!

It was as if there was a giant beast turned into blood, rushing in the sea of clouds!

Boom!!!

Tianzun raised his palm, and the Tianzun Dharma was condensed behind him.

He is known for his way of magic, stepping into detachment, and he is good at magic.

However, after Li Zhengyang fused the bloodlines of dozens of nine-rank demons, he was even more martial than his martial arts, savage, violent, and reckless......

and other attributes, which gave Tianzun an extreme headache.

Tianzun would rather change opponents with the Martial Saint at this moment.

If the Martial Saint came to fight Li Zhengyang, who was crazy, it might be very easy, because the Martial Saint, as a stupid martial artist, was equally domineering and savage.

"Die!"

Tianzun's palms clapped suddenly.

It seems that two invisible walls are formed between heaven and earth.

The walls slammed shut.

There was a muffled sound, and in the void, Li Zhengyang's crazy blood-colored body seemed to be squeezed and flattened.

A ball of blood shoots out!

However, between Li Zhengyang's roars, he still squeezed over frantically and kicked at Tianzun.

Even if the flesh is drenched in blood, it will not hesitate.

That's a madman!

Tianzun, as a detached person, felt tricky for the first time by a non-detached existence, as for the roar of the martial saint, of course he also heard it, but at this moment, it was difficult for him to get out and help him.

Of course, Tianzun was also beaten out of the real fire, and if he didn't kill Li Zhengyang, it would be difficult to calm his detached state of mind.

Roar!

In the void, Li Zhengyang roared angrily, and the blood vessels behind him peristalsised, transporting blood power.

It's like a constant source of power.

Li Zhengyang has no other moves, he is just a kick.

Kick the sky, kick the ground, kick the gods!

Boom!!!

Tianzun raised his hand, his robe was flying, his face was cold, he sat on the clouds, and there was a cloud disk under him.

The powerful divine thoughts stirred, causing walls to be erected in all directions.

This is Tianzun's strongest defense!

……

……

The Martial Saint roared angrily, but did not receive a response from Tianzun.

He understood that this battle could only come by himself.

Poof, poof......

Blood fluttered from the severed arm, and then, a fleshy arm burst forth.

The Martial Saint's eyes were as bright as lightning, staring at the graceful figure that walked out of the lotus step by step from between the portals of the world.

Fang Lang sat down in the sword formation, panting slightly, looking at the back, his heart couldn't help but feel a little happy and a little relaxed.

The cheap master is back, so this battle should be over.

Xuanyuan Taihua gives people a very high sense of security, at least, when Fang Lang saw her return, he understood that the game that was originally bound to be lost may have taken a slight turn.

"Master, this martial artist doesn't talk about martial arts! Bullying the small! Lie to you! ”

Fang Lang sat in the sword formation and said in a loud voice.

He is not a person who likes to fall into the well, and he Fang Lang is not a person who likes to hold grudges.

He doesn't like to hold grudges.

He likes revenge immediately.

"Master, kill him for the apprentice!"

Fang Lang hissed.

In the void, the figure of the graceful figure walking in step paused.

However, there was no turning back after all.

Martial Saint's eyes are cold, this son is really hateful!

However, what was even more shocking to the Martial Saint was Fang Lang's heart and tenacity, under the suppression of his transcendent will, he could still be so vigorous!

However, at this moment, the martial saint is more concerned about Xuanyuan Taihua.

There's no time to take care of this stinky boy.

If he could survive, the Martial Saint would definitely make Fang Lang understand how desperate it was to be hated by a transcendent powerhouse.

"Xuanyuan Taihua ......"

"The number one sword immortal in the Tang world."

The Martial Saint stood in the void, staring at the woman.

"Today, let me see."

The Martial Saint said in a loud voice.

If there is no retreat, then there will be a battle.

Subsequently, he posed in the sky with a martial arts gesture, drawing a circle with both hands, stirring the drastic changes in the sky and surging clouds.

The female sword fairy did not speak.

Just keep moving.

Step by step, the lotus is born, and the sword qi lotus is born, and in each sword qi lotus, there seem to be thousands of swords, which belongs to the ultimate of the way of the sword.

Fang Lang was amazed and sat back and watched.

This is the ultimate battle in the world, a confrontation beyond the realm.

Fang Lang was looking forward to it.

The martial saint is very strong, there are thousands of martial artists in the world, and there are very few people who dare to call the saint with martial arts.

The strength of the martial saint is definitely commendable.

However, what puzzled Fang Lang was that Xuanyuan Taihua didn't seem to have taken away the four swords of the cycle of life and death.

"Master, your sword."

Fang Lang spoke loudly again.

However, this time, the cheap master responded to him.

"No, now, it's your sword."

"Besides."

"You don't need a sword to kill him."

Xuanyuan Taihua Road, a female sword immortal, domineering.

The martial saint was very angry, this was looking down on anyone.

The martial saint stepped forward, and the qi and blood all over his body were like a solid stone plate, indestructible, and between his hands and feet, it seemed that there were mountains pressing down in the air!

However, the female sword immortal did not retreat in the slightest, and still moved forward, as if she planned to use her physical body to fight hard against the strongest martial saint in the world.

The two are like two meteors converging in opposite directions, converging in the sky.

Finally, between the tightening of Fang Lang's eyes.

The Martial Saint collides with the Female Sword Immortal!

The martial saint punched, and the female sword immortal pointed out.

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to be lightless, and the power beyond the realm seemed to stir up the fluctuations of the rules of heaven and earth.

The strongest thing about martial arts is physique, and the most proud thing about martial arts is also physique, an indestructible physique, comparable to the starry sky and stars.

If it is a long-range fierce battle, fighting with sword qi and sword intent, the martial saint will be a little afraid.

However, Xuanyuan Taihua actually chose to fight with his martial saint in close hand-to-hand combat.

How much does this look down on him Immortal Martial Pagoda Martial Saint?

Push a punch horizontally, and the martial saint punches.

Xianwu Tower's martial arts secret technique, Xianwu eighteen dozen!

The fists overlapped, and in an instant, the sky was full of fist shadows.

Under a punch, the shadow of the fist is like the stars in the night sky.

And such a fist is a full eighteen fights, and each punch is enough to level the mountains and reclaim the sea, cut off the river and destroy the lake!

The female sword immortal Xuanyuan Taihua is still dressed in white, pinching the sword fingers in her hand, and Shenglian walks.

Even if Fang Lang was extremely confident in Xuanyuan Taihua, at this moment, he also felt a little nervous.

What if the master is defeated?

Fang Lang was a little nervous.

In the moment he thought like this, Martial Saint and Xuanyuan Taihua were completely close to each other.

Wu Sheng punched, Taihua pointed out.

The sword of heaven and earth seemed to emit a muffled sound like a fart.

It was as if all the explosions that were enough to hit the eardrum were all wrapped together at this moment!

In the midst of the sword array.

Fang Lang stood up abruptly.

Eyes constricted.

But I saw that the clouds were scattered.

The martial saint maintained the action of punching, and his eyes were full of shock.

The Martial Saint Divine Thought was out of his body, however, the vague Divine Thought, and between the miserable howls, it was actually pierced into a thousand holes by countless sword lights.

The women's sword fairy has flying hair, and there are no waves in the ancient well.

The two fingers, which were as white as jade, gently pressed against the neck of the martial saint, and then wiped them.

It's like a bag.

Took off the hideous head of the martial saint!

PS: Ticket call?