After the candle made a move, the sword weapon in Fang Chen's hand was stunned, and he still pressed the blood-colored scythe in the white tiger elephant's palm.

So, when the snow-white sword qi like a swimming fish roared out in the main hall, Fang Chen's face was finally moved by it.

The sword eight left behind by the Heavenly Sword Immortal is the most lethal sword qi sword move in the human race so far.

The vast sword qi that was originally roaming wantonly in those halls, under the guidance of Uncle Qingshan's junior master, bustled towards the pale sword qi as white as snow, and then completely merged and fused together.

When that sword chant sounded, there was no remnant of sword qi in the entire White Tiger Elephant Hall.

Immediately, the killing began.

Surrounded by sword qi, the white tiger elephant general, who finally revealed his figure, at this moment, because he tried his best to resist Fang Chen, he was pregnant enough to carry more than a sting attack, and his upper body was under the traction of the blood-colored scythe, and he involuntarily leaned forward slightly.

As a result, almost instantly, the pale sword qi approached Bai Qi's exposed back door.

But when Su San conquered the world, how could the most prestigious Four Elephant Generals fall under such a low-level mistake.

When the pale sword qi behind him gathered, the killing god had already exerted all his strength, converging all the sword yuan and dao rhyme in his body on the blood-colored scythe, so the moment the sword qi was close, in the unbelievable eyes of Uncle Qingshan, the blood-colored scythe overturned the stinging suppression little by little, withdrew from under the sword weapon, and slashed towards the heaven and earth behind him.

The sword qi and the long sickle suddenly met an inch before the killing god's chest, and the killing power faintly crossed the threshold of the nine realms The move collision set off a majestic wave of qi almost instantly, and between the spread of the qi wave, the walls of the entire hall of the White Tiger Elephant were completely shattered, and all the furnishings in the hall exploded and turned into powder under the cutting of this air wave.

Standing outside the sudden smoke and dust, Fang Chen could also glimpse the White Tiger Elephant General who was resisting the attack of Sword Eight in his sight, so the young swordsman did not hesitate for a moment, and before the main hall collapsed and fell, he held the sting and crashed into the smoke and dust, and slashed out three full swords towards the white-clothed figure one after another, and then broke through the ruins of the palace above his head with his sword and rushed out of the White Tiger Elephant Palace.

Standing outside the billowing smoke and dust of the collapse of the main hall, the young uncle Qingshan held the sting tightly with his left hand, and the middle of his right hand had already been pulled out, the abyss inserted in the wall, the young swordsman's eyes were firmly fixed on the pile of broken walls, as if he was a little unsure, the string of killings that almost broke out of all the hole cards just now, could wipe out this Nine Realms strongest White Tiger Elephant General.

In the lotus pond in the sea of flowers, this piece of land where the White Tiger Elephant Palace was built, because the fragrance of flowers was overflowing, and the white lotus green leaves were intertwined into an intoxicating scenery, which should never have been related to killing.

But it's a pity that the one who survived in such a sea of flowers was the white tiger elephant general who liked the bloody among the four elephant star officials.

While Fang Chen was holding his twin swords and staring firmly at those broken bricks and tiles, a breeze suddenly burst into the lotus pond that was alone in an enclosed space.

Thousands of green leaves on his side swayed with the breeze, and then they all bowed down towards Fang Chen's place.

The young swordsman obviously sensed that something was wrong, Fang Chen frowned and took two heavy breaths of the breath in the wind.

Floral – and bloody.

This is a fishy wind that should not have happened again.

Fang Chen secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and then folded his two swords and stabbed them fiercely between the gravels under his feet, but before the sword weapon touched the ground, several blood-red qi blades had already smashed those broken bricks, and attacked and killed the young swordsman.

The sudden murderous aura under his feet caused the two swords under Fang Chen's stabbing to immediately freeze in the air, and then the sword weapon and the person jumped up together, falling on the stone ground a few zhang away.

But those blood-colored qi blades felt something, and after rushing through the ruined ruins of the White Tiger Elephant Palace, they immediately turned around Fang Chen and rushed towards Fang Chen.

And behind the layers of blood-colored qi blades, the figure wrapped in crimson on one side dragged the long sickle upside down, and walked towards Fang Chen step by step.

The disgusting smell of blood hit the white-clothed guest who had a gentle face not long ago, and the visible scarlet made Bai Qi no longer look like a killing god.

It's the Grim Reaper.

Fang Chen really couldn't imagine that he was fighting with the cultivation of the Nine Realms, why would this white tiger elephant be able to stop all his attacks alive.

The sword is five candles, the sword is in the eight heavens and the earth, plus the sword cultivation technique given by Shen Xiang, this is a murderous swordsmanship that even if it is like the peak of the Buddha and the Daozi, he does not dare to ignore it.

But such a series of closely connected moves failed to break this life-and-death situation.

The White Tiger Elephant General, who was standing behind that piece of blood and qi, had already had a slight sword qi injury on his arms after he was stunned and pressed down with the sword cultivation method, and Fang Chen took advantage of the suppression of heaven and earth to cut out the three swords behind his back, leaving three deep sword marks on Bai Qi's back shoulder blades.

Under such overlapping injuries, the snow-white sword qi with extremely killing intent even took advantage of the moment when the white tiger elephant was weakened to explode and push Bai Qi out of the ruins for a full ten zhang.

Under the suppression of the sword qi, this killing god, who had been famous all over the world for thousands of years, almost smashed those broken bricks and stones with his back body without any blessing of Wu Yuan Dao Yun, and hit a human-shaped stone path underground.

And those killing intent sword qi that was constantly separating from heaven and earth, at the moment when the white tiger elephant was about to stop its body, rushed towards the already tattered white robe, completely cutting the white upper body robe into nothingness, leaving dense and immeasurable small sword wounds on the body of this killing god.

The white tiger elephant general in the midst of blood and qi was confused with flesh and blood on his body, and even on his back and chest, he could see the white bones of Sen Ran, as well as the internal organs under the ribs.

Every step Bai Qi took would leave a large pile of blood under his feet, but this white tiger elephant general, who had killed the world's fear, was not weakened by Fang Chen's killing gas, but as the color of the blood qi on his side deepened, his spirit became more and more high.

The White Tiger Elephant looked at Fang Chen, who was struggling to resist the blood-colored qi blade, because the slight dripping wounds on his face made it difficult for Fang Chen outside the blood qi to see his expression, but Fang Chen could feel the increasingly majestic killing intent.

The long sickle is approaching.

Bai Qi dragged behind his back, and pulled out a blood-colored scythe on the stone ground that was more than three feet deep, accompanied by a casual wave of the White Tiger Elephant, swinging away the sting and abyss in Fang Chen's hand.

Junior Uncle Qingshan, who had already spent too much martial arts on his previous move, was pulled out of his chest with a bright red blood mark under this sword.

Even if the young swordsman had retreated in time enough, the strength of the long scythe still caused Fang Chen to be slashed back several feet, and his feet stepped backwards on the ground with a footprint of different shades.

The dull sound of footprints gradually disappeared, and the young uncle Qingshan, who had already fallen off from his hand, had not yet had time to raise his sword to make a move, and the figure hidden in the blood was already like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the blood-colored sickle fell again.

The young swordsman who held Shen Abyss in both hands sank his legs under this scythe, and his whole body was smashed into the ground by more than half a foot from his feet.

But the White Tiger Elephant General, who had already said that this battle was either life or death, did not give Fang Chen any respite at all, and the residual power of the first scythe had not dispersed, Bai Qi had already raised the long scythe again, and smashed it towards the abyss that lay in front of him.

Under the tremendous power of the long sickle, Uncle Qingshan's whole body trembled, and the sour numbness between his arms made it difficult to grip the abyss in his palm, and his feet had sunk to the ground by an inch.

But Bai Qi had already raised the scythe for the third time.

Since the ruins of the White Tiger Elephant Hall were drilled out, this killing god thousands of years ago, it seemed that because of anger, he used some power that Fang Chen had never personally felt in the Nine Realms.

The white tiger elephant raised the sickle this time, and the breath wrapped in the blood color was similar to the Dao rhyme, but it was not the breath of the Dao rhyme that Fang Chen felt in the lotus meeting.

This kind of qi is like a higher level of power than Dao Yun, like a symbol of the mountaintop realm that Fang Chen has always heard of.

Road.

The blood-colored scythe finally fell.

Fang Chen, who knew that this move would never be hard connected, chose to pour the remnants of Wu Yuan in his body into his feet very sensibly when the long sickle fell, and pulled out his feet from the stone ground.

But Uncle Qingshan still underestimated the killing power and speed of the white tiger elephant's scythe, and the moment Fang Chen's feet were pulled out of the stone, the blood-colored scythe was already close, and the young swordsman who didn't have time to swing Wu Yuan again could only reach out to the brocade bag on his waist.

With the urging of the sword heaven and earth, the magic weapon of protection given to the disciple by the old peak master formed a thin light curtain to block in front of Fang Chen, who fell to the ground.

But as the long sickle touched the light curtain, Fang Chen suddenly saw an arc suddenly pulled out from the corner of Bai Qi's mouth.

So, in the disbelief of the young swordsman's eyes, the body of the White Tiger Elephant General suddenly became extremely majestic, and a will from the ancient times awakened.

Under the impact of this mighty might, the young uncle Qingshan who fell to the ground completely lost the ability to act, and could only watch as the blood light on the long sickle was several times richer in an instant, and under the white wave, it easily pierced the light curtain, and then pierced Fang Chen's right leg.

The momentum like a god and demon seemed to appear because of the sword heaven and earth, so the moment the light curtain dissipated, the blood light on the side of Bai Qiqi dimmed again, but the tip of the long sickle still easily blew through the young swordsman's right leg, splashing a large pool of blood.

And under such a sickle, the white tiger elephant seemed to vent the anger in his heart, raised his hand and pulled out a sickle diagonally, pulled out a hole more than half a foot long on the chest of Uncle Qingshan, and dragged Fang Chen's body out of the way.

The young swordsman slammed into the ground as the blood qi disappeared at his side, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out when he opened his mouth.

And before the blood, the scythe is coming.