In the void, the ancient worshippers of the clans frowned slightly, "Anyone else is coming?"

"Hmph, do you think you're very powerful, I can crush your bones and scatter ashes with one hand!" The black-robed Gu Feng Sen looked at the Battle Blood Nightmare coldly, if it wasn't for the Battle Blood Nightmare sneak attack, he wouldn't have been cut off his palm and lost face in front of everyone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Moreover, if it weren't for the Battle Blood Nightmare, Jun Qinghan would have died long ago, and the Nightmare Demon Soldiers would have been in the hands of other clans.

"I'm not good, but if you want to move one of his fingers, it's hard to enter the sky", the Battle Blood Nightmare Finger Jun was lightly cold, and smiled indifferently, "The ancient worship is also considered a taboo existence of the Eight Banners Clan, I didn't expect it to be in such a situation!"

"What do you mean?"

The black-robed Gu worship's voice was very low, and he looked at the battle blood nightmare with a cold killing intent in his eyes.

"It's not interesting", the body of the battle blood nightmare shook in the air, and the murderous aura around his body burst out, the halberd in his palm whimpered, and his voice was extremely arrogant: "Before coming, someone said, you deserve to die!"

Before the words fell, Fang Tian's painting halberd shook, and the battle blood nightmare roared wildly, heading towards the black-robed ancient offering to slash and kill.

"Kill!"

The thunderbolt in the sky, like a thunderbolt in the sky, opened the battle again.

The feather longbow of the feather clan is enshrined in the gray robe and the green robe is enshrined in the past!

The wild goose of the wild goose chasing the clouds is worshiped on the ancient red robe!

The battle blood nightmare is enshrined in the black-robed ancient past!

And the sin Qianqiu is to bear the siege of the white robe ancient worship, the purple robe ancient worship, and the yellow robe ancient worship!

The figure of the bloody battle is churning in the air, the halberd is shaking, the word "well" above the blade of the soldier, imprisoning the ten directions of heaven and earth, and the breath of the endless tyrant is transmitted out, like the raging sea, startling thousands of stormy waves, rolling like water, vertical and horizontal 100,000 voids.

The figure is arrogant, the battle blood nightmare is like an iron tower, thinking of the black robe ancient offering with thorns, the halberd in his hand is like a swimming dragon, and it comes to life in the hands of the battle blood nightmare, and the silk soldier chant is transmitted throughout, full of wild might.

In the void, the face of the black-robed Gu Worship suddenly became a little solemn, "The Battle Blood Nightmare holds the painting halberd in his hand, and its strength seems to be more than three times that of churning, and a Fang Tian painting halberd, like a hundred thousand giant mountains, is slamming towards him!"

Behind the Battle Blood Nightmare, Jun Qinghan's body trembled slightly, and he looked at the Battle Blood Nightmare in shock:

"The sword has no entanglement, and the halberd has no flower......! The battle blood nightmare danced horizontally around the painting halberd, dancing out of gorgeous green lotuses, forming an indestructible defense around the body. ”

He Jun Qinghan can also use the painting halberd to dance flowers, but compared with the battle blood nightmare, Jun Qinghan is not painting a halberd at all.

And in the end, Jun Qing suddenly found that the set of painting halberd moves of the Battle Blood Nightmare was exactly the same as the Halberd Chaos Liuhe!

"Whew!"

With a loud roar, the halberd in the hand of the battle blood nightmare stabbed forward, and the halberd burst out of the air, making a shocking sound, and slashed towards the black-robed ancient worship between the lightning and flint.

With a sound from Ku, the black-robed Gu Worship was stunned in place, looking at a trace of blood flowing from his shoulder, he was stunned for a moment, and then infinite anger rose:

"He's injured, he's actually injured, and he was pierced through the shoulder by a low-level white flag cultivator", looking at the battle blood in front of him, there was no trace of deep resentment in his eyes.

"Your moves are subtle, but you won't have a chance from now on!"

As soon as the words fell, the black-robed Gu worshippers clenched their fists, raised their heads to the sky and let out a terrible roar, the whole body made a sonorous sound, like a long whip whipping the sky, his body was raised and frenzied, his eyes were shining with pitch black, and he had a blood-colored knife in his hand.

The Battle Blood Nightmare was shocked in his heart, and he called out softly:

"Shura's body!"

"Hahaha...... That's right, it's the body of Shura", in the void, the black-robed Gu Gong laughed wildly, and his voice became dull and gloomy, "Shura who feeds on dragons", the pitch-black palm reached into the air, pointing to the black-robed youth in the distance:

"Jun Qinghan, Lord Dragon Emperor, today you will be buried in the belly of my Shura!"

After speaking, the black-robed ancient worship laughed, and the body of Shura moved in the air, making a roaring sound, as if an ancient chariot had run over a hundred thousand voids, emitting a vast and desolate ancient aura.

The battle blood was shocked, the footsteps were shocked, and he suddenly rose into the sky, painting the halberd and cold, as if he had been flapping his wings Kunpeng, and went towards the black-robed ancient worship.

"Sonorous!"

The void shook, and there was a shocking and piercing sound of gold and iron, only to see the black-robed ancient worship smile madly, looking at the Fang Tian painting halberd that pierced in the sky, the figure did not move like a mountain, and when the painting halberd approached, the pitch-black arm shook, and the black arm collided together, tearing out a shock spark.

The battle blood nightmare was shocked by the force of the wild rebound, and his arm was numb, and he almost couldn't even grasp the halberd, and looked at the black-robed ancient worship in front of him in horror.

On the other hand, Shura's body was not hurt in the slightest, there was not even a trace of scratches on his arms, he smiled contemptuously, stepped directly over the battle blood nightmare, and took out a long Shura palm and grabbed towards Jun Qinghan.

"Whew!"

The palm of the hand has not yet fully protruded in the void, and in front of the black-robed ancient worship, a spear suddenly appeared, as black as ink, full of awe-inspiring killing intent, and a terrifying aura, attacking the sky and killing the moon!

The spear was a little cold, shining with a thousand rays of light, and the sharp cold was invincible, heading towards the eyes of Shura's body.

The Shura palm that poked out suddenly retracted, grabbed the spear edge, and prevented it from piercing into the eyes. Grabbing the spear with his palm, the black-robed Gu enshrined in the great power contained in the gun, and immediately stretched out his left palm, crossed the two palms, and stopped the spear.

"Whew", the black-robed Gu Offering breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the dripping spear less than an inch away from his eyes, and a trace of coolness couldn't help but emerge from his back, "The only weakness of Shura's body is his eyes!"

Before he could finish his breath, the black-robed Gu Worship's face changed drastically, and he felt the power of the spear in his hand increase suddenly, like a huge mountain pressing down. His pupils shrank sharply, and the black-robed Gu Feng suddenly glimpsed that at the end of the gun, a foot appeared.

The foot that suddenly appeared, glared hard, and stabbed the spear out.

The black-robed ancient worship was shocked, and between the lightning and flint, the hands that grabbed the spear blade instantly overlapped, covering the tip of the spear, protecting the eyes, and at the same time the body retreated rapidly.

The spear blade frustrated forward, and the force mixed on both sides was like a hundred thousand Mount Tai, only a "poof" sound was heard, and the Shura palm, which was as hard as the Great Wall of steel, was suddenly pierced by the spear.

"Bastard!"

The black-robed Gu worshipped a miserable scream, his palms could not stop the power of the spear, and the pitch-black pupils were instantly inserted into the tip of the spear.

His pupils are bloody, and his right eye is shattered!

The black-robed ancient worshipper gritted his teeth and screamed in pain in the air, which was also full of infinite hatred, and his hands were clawed in the air, like a wild beast, and the qi around his body was surging, transmitting the void, which actually made the battle blood nightmare retreat a thousand feet.

"Haha, who's coming?"

In the distance, Sin Qianqiu fought wildly with the three ancient offerings, and said with a laugh.

"King of Sin, I haven't seen you for a long time, I'm afraid the Buddha in your heart can't influence the sins of the bitter sea!"

In the void, there was a faint laughter, the spear was suspended in the void, and a middle-aged man, dressed in a white robe, was whirring in the air, green silk was flying, and there was a trace of elegance in the wild killing intent.

"The Buddha is a fart, the golden Buddha is in turmoil, the gods are falling to the dust, I have been merciful, open my eyes and kill Shura!"

On the periphery of the battle, Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, looked at the familiar back, set off a ripple in his heart, and after a little hesitation, he clenched his fists:

"Meet the Xuannan Sect!"

The white-robed middle-aged man standing on the spear turned his head slightly and glanced at Jun Qinghan, and said slowly and calmly:

"My name is Qin Yinfeng, the Son of Heaven, you should call me Uncle Qin or Uncle Feng!"

Jun Qinghan's brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything more, his eyes looked at the sky, and he smiled indifferently......

"You, the Son of Heaven?"

Behind Qin Yinfeng, the black-robed Gu worshipped, his eyes were closed, there was still a trace of blood on Shura's face, his voice was gloomy, and the terrifying aura locked on the white-robed man, and his heart was full of murderous intent, "The one who destroyed his Shura's eyes was actually the Son of Heaven, the first person to escape from the Heaven Cutting Tower in thousands of years!"

"What's the matter, I'm not strong enough, and I'm not worthy of the title of the Son of Heaven?"

Qin Yinfeng's sleeve robe rolled up, and he looked at the black-robed ancient offerings.

"Hehe, your growth back then was really terrifying, but no matter how fast the cheetah runs, it is difficult to catch up with ants thousands of miles away in a short time, do you understand?"

"The revenge of destroying the eyes, I have written it down, if I don't kill you, I will not be the ancient worship of the earth clan!"

Qin Yinfeng suddenly smiled inexplicably, looked at the sky, looked at the ground, and finally said indifferently: "Twenty-three years ago, the Seven Halls of the Heavenly Clan came out of the nest to strangle my Wanjun Pavilion, but now, the dragon's blood has returned, and the Son of Heaven still exists."

"In the end, there are only three of the Seven Halls of the Heavenly Clan left, the Son of Heaven is paralyzed for life, and even the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Clan is seriously injured, it's a pity", Qin Yinfeng suddenly glanced at the white-robed ancient worship of the Great War Crime in the distance, and said loudly: "Old horseman, do you say yes!"

"Full of nonsense!"

The white-robed Gu Worship twitched, turned his head and stared at Qin Yinfeng viciously.

Qin Yinfeng smiled, slowly picked up the spear on the soles of his feet, and his stiff face looked calm, "If you want my Qin Yinfeng's life, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." ”

Before the words fell, the spear in his hand whimpered lightly, and the endless soldiers were sharp, sweeping in all directions......

"Boom...... Rumble...... Rumbling ......"

When the soldiers were cold and the killing intent was strong, the sound of chariots rumbling and crushing the void sounded in the sky of the four directions, which was majestic and majestic, like a hundred million horses galloping, sweeping the wind and clouds in all directions, shaking the vast earth below and trembling faintly.

"I'm afraid I'm going to be unsuccessful!"

The Void Battle stopped abruptly, and the white-robed Gu worship's eyes were obscure, "I'm afraid that today, this place where the dragon died is the tomb of Er, and this high cliff of the dragon killing is a mottled tombstone!"

"Ryo!"

There was a roar of heaven and earth, followed by a dead silence, and the Seven Great Ancient Worshippers looked at a few people with a proud face.

Qin Yinfeng frowned slightly, turned his head to look at the four directions of the void, and saw that thousands of feet away, hundreds of ancient chariots were formed, forming a large circle, surrounding several people in it.

The chariot was riddled with holes, full of quaint desolation, and the battle flags of the eight ancient clans were torn in the void, scarlet and dazzling.

On top of each chariot, there were dozens of white flags, hundreds of black flags, swordsmen, full of hidden murderous aura, looking at the extremely strong man in the void, his eyes were as fierce as a beast.

"Guys, I don't know what to do with this situation?"

The white-robed ancient worship smiled indifferently, and Cheng Zhu was in his chest, "The reinforcements of the Eight Banners have arrived, the overall situation has been decided, the Seven Ancient Offerings, one hundred white flags plus the remaining fifty white flags from before, and one thousand black flags." It's more than enough to kill a few people!"

"The Eight Banners Ancient Clan, it's really a matter of blood!"

In a dangerous situation, Qin Yinfeng became more and more calm, "I wonder if Lord Dragon Emperor can know how many troops there are here?"

"One tenth!"

After thinking about it for a while, Jun Qinghan said indifferently, with his understanding of the Eight Banners Ancient Clan for thousands of years, except for the famous and ancient famous places that did not come out, the strong people who appeared at this time must account for one-tenth of the major clans.

"Okay, then today we will use this Dragon Killing Cliff to bury this tenth!"

Qin Yinfeng smiled generously, the spear in his hand shook, barbed the sky, and let out a wild roar:

"Kill!"

Stampede ...... Stampede ...... Stampede ......

In all directions of the void, on the periphery of the continuous round chariot, the sound of the iron hooves of the war horse smashing the void suddenly sounded, but in a few breaths, on the periphery of the 100,000 sky, a mad man appeared, dressed in a big red blood robe, holding a rusty iron knife, and his eyes burst out with infinite pale yellow killing intent......