A violent sound resounded in mid-air, and as the Great Patriarch moved again, the battle was also formed in mid-air, and blood was splattered, rendering the place blood-red.

A sharp palm print erupted from the palm of the great patriarch, and then fiercely imprinted at Teng Baichuan, but when the palm print was about to fall on Teng Baichuan's body, a condensed energy shield suddenly appeared on Teng Baichuan's body, and with this powerful energy cover, it actually blocked the palm print of the great patriarch.

The Great Patriarch's killing intent erupted, and suddenly he changed, and a fiery red finch immediately appeared in mid-air, its wide wings flapped, and a tornado storm suddenly swept towards Teng Baichuan.

"Old bird, come down for Lao Tzu!" The torrent of energy shot out from Teng Baichuan's palms, and after blocking the tornado storm, Teng Baichuan palmed it to the sky, and then, only to see a palm print tearing the clouds falling from the sky, penetrating the layers of energy storms, and suddenly imprinting towards the great patriarch below.

The great patriarch was not a mediocre person, his body twisted in mid-air, and a huge flame spiral immediately caught up, and in the eyes of countless bystanders, the flame spiral suddenly penetrated through the middle of the palm print, and with a loud bang, both of them exploded.

The strength of the great patriarch and Teng Baichuan is equal, and it is not easy for the two to separate the victory and defeat for a while, but Teng Baichuan is not in a hurry, as long as the great patriarch is dragged down, and when the ancestral soul over there is freed up, everything will be over.

The tragic battle caused the members of both sides to fall one by one, and now, whether it is the Ethereal Holy Mansion, the Ancient Fantasy God Clan, or the Eastern Spirit God Clan, or the Bird God Clan, the losses are quite large, and the Eastern Spirit God Clan plus the Bird God Clan currently has only six remaining Martial Saints, and on the side of the Ethereal Holy Mansion and the Ancient Fantasy God Clan, there are only eight strong martial saints, compared to the East Spirit God Clan, it is even better.

On the side of the top strength, the Bird Ancestor was seriously injured, and it was obviously impossible to block the two ancestral souls, and after several battles again, the already illusory figure of the Bird Ancestor became more blurred, and if it continued like this, it would probably not take long to be like the ancestral soul of the Eastern Spirit God Clan.

Lost the threat of the Bird Ancestor, this side does not need two people to join forces to deal with it, the Ethereal Holy Mansion Nateng Old Man kept to continue to kill the Bird Ancestor, and the ancient head of the Ancient Fantasy God Clan was swept into their battlefield in the Ancient Wind City, and it was already dealing with the tricky side of the Eastern Spirit God Clan, this time the ancient head of the Half Ancestor arrived, they will be like ants, and they will not even have the slightest chance to turn over, and the next thing is the real destruction.

Ling Zhantian's face was extremely pale, his eyes were staring at the ancient head that was sweeping here, he swallowed hard, in front of this kind of top powerhouse, Ling Zhantian didn't even have the courage to resist, because he knew very well that in front of the Half Ancestor, he, a fifth-order martial saint, was not a vegetable at all, and the gap between the two was too big and too big.

Boom! The ethereal figure of the ancient head paused on the side of the Ancient Wind City, and as soon as the figure paused, his sleeve robe was lightly flicked, only to see a piece of blue energy suddenly flung towards Ling Zhantian on the opposite side of the Ancient Wind City, tearing through Ling Zhantian's layers of defense, and finally fell on Ling Zhantian's body, and in an instant, Ling Zhantian of the fifth-order martial saint flew out like a cannonball.

Hiss! Looking at this scene, those people outside the arena who watched the excitement couldn't help but gasp at the moment, if they just felt the momentum of the half-ancestor's fight before, now they have a deep understanding of the real strength of the half-ancestor, what kind of strength is Ling Zhantian, the fifth-order martial saint, such a strong person is almost already the top existence in the continent, but at the moment, in front of the half-ancestor, this top existence has no power to fight back, just a casual match, Ling Zhantian was seriously injured and flew out, if it is really a real move, how terrible is the half-ancestor。

Thinking of this, the people around him couldn't help but be afraid, if the random training of the half-ancestor just now was fanned on himself, he might have been wiped out!

Half ancestor, sure enough, is the legendary existence, it is not something that ordinary people can compete with at all, no wonder the top forces can stand proudly on the mainland, there is obviously a reason for this, just an ancestral soul can make everyone tremble.

If the Half Ancestor is like this, then how powerful the legendary Holy Ancestor will be, turning his hands into the world and destroying the common people!

Poof! Ling Zhantian's eyes were blood-red, in mid-air, after his body stabilized, he finally couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, he looked at the ancient head with a dry body, a kind of despair gradually rose in the depths of his heart, in front of this kind of strong man, what else could they use to resist.

"The Eastern Spirit Divine Clan, after so many glorious years, it should be silent. The ancient head stood indifferently in mid-air, his drooping eyelids raised, his gaze swept around the headquarters of the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan below, and then muttered.

As soon as the words fell, his dry palm was raised again, and a wave of azure energy swirled in the palm of his hand, and the surrounding space seemed to have turned into a body of water.

The blue energy is not very big, and it seems unremarkable to the eye, but anyone with a discerning eye knows how terrifying the power of this energy is, because wherever the blue energy passes, the space is shattered, and everything seems to be destroyed by the obscure power.

This blow was obviously a move to end Ling Zhantian, as long as Ling Zhantian died, the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan would also be defeated, and the battle would basically be over.

Ling Zhantian's face was full of wry smiles, and he didn't even make a move to resist this blow thrown by the ancient head, because he understood that this energy, even if he exerted all his strength, it would not help at all, and in front of the Half Ancestor, he didn't even have a chance to run.

"The Eastern Spirit Divine Clan, is it about to end in my hands!" The bitter meaning spread out at the corner of Ling Zhantian's mouth, and a tear actually slipped down from the corner of his eye, not for himself, but for the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan that was about to be destroyed.

"Hey, I'm afraid the East Spirit Divine Clan is really over this time!" Outside the battlefield, seeing the ancient head doing something to Ling Zhantian, everyone couldn't help but sigh, Ling Zhantian is the backbone of the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan, and this defeat also means that the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan is about to be destroyed.

"The top power that has stood in the East World for so many years has not expected to collapse like this, and I don't know what earth-shaking changes will happen in the East World next. "As far as these powerhouses in the East World are concerned, in fact, they prefer the existence of the East Spirit God Clan, after all, the East Spirit God Clan has never violated their interests for so many years, and the East World has always been in peace, and once the Ethereal Holy Mansion and the Ancient Fantasy God Clan settle in the East World, I am afraid that it will no longer be as calm as before, it is undeniable that these people around the battlefield are also very strong, the top existence of the East World, but in front of the Half Ancestor, they are simply ants, so even if some people want to help the East Spirit God Clan, but when they see the ancestral soul of the Ancient Fantasy God Clan, they can't help but retreat, this kind of battle, they go to simply deliver food。

"Look, what's that?" At that moment, an exclamation suddenly rang out in the crowd.

Boom!

Before they could see the comer, suddenly a silver sword light had come from the side, and between the calcium carbide sparks, it collided with the energy of the ancient head.