You must know that the Angel God Costume is an artifact that is vital to the life of the Angel God, although it can be restored after being broken, but it is also a great injury to the Angel God.

With this blow, Qiandaoliu's strength will be sharply reduced by as much as ninety percent, and it is precisely if it is not successful, it will become a benevolent. Moreover, because he has suffered a lot of injuries before, the strength that can really survive will be less than one percent.

Qiandaoliu's fatal blow locked onto Tang Qingxi's body, making it impossible for her to dodge at all.

But Qiandaoliu also knew very well in his heart that with Tang Qingxi's somewhat crazy woman's temperament, there were eight or nine who would choose to fight back.

The end result is likely to be the same fate.

There was no other way for Qiandaoliu to do it, and after launching this blow, he could no longer even keep his body flying, and his whole body fell towards the forest below.

However, somewhat unexpectedly, Tang Qingxi did not attack him.

Qiandaoliu couldn't help but sneer, what was Tang Qingxi planning? There's no way she's going to dodge her blow.

With the reckless attack, he completely burst out his divine power and divine costume, condensing all the true flames of the sun and releasing them.

This move has completely locked Tang Qingxi, and she can't dodge!

Indeed, Tang Qingxi also knew that he couldn't dodge Qiandaoliu's life-threatening blow.

But in the face of the sun angel who turned from red to gold again in the air, and the temperature reached an extremely terrifying level, Tang Qingxi was still very calm.

The Coiling Dragon Demon Tower once again covered Tang Qingxi's head, and all the demonic qi converged within the Demon Tower.

At the same time, Tang Qingxi in the magic tower was full of golden light.

As the blow of the Thousand Daoliu slammed down, a layer of golden-red light instantly changed the color of the entire sky.

Qiandaoliu's body also smashed heavily into the forest, falling from a height of 10,000 meters, it was an extremely terrifying impact, the earth seemed to tremble, and the forest was also smashed out of a big pit by Qiandaoliu, and the terrifying air wave swept out towards the surroundings.

Countless soul beasts were frightened by this movement and fled in all directions.

This violent impact was nothing to Qiandaoliu, but at this time, he was exhausted, and the injuries on his body were not light, so he lay down at the bottom of the pit peacefully, staring at the golden light in the sky.

He has to take a good look, under his full force, Tang Qingxi will not die!

The result is destined to disappoint Qiandaoliu, Qiandaoliu is still a little difficult to deal with if the Rakshasa God Tang Qingxi is still a little difficult to deal with, and the so-called power of the sun's true fire is not a big threat to Tang Qingxi.

However, at this time, Tang Qingxi was also exhausted, and he could barely maintain his martial soul fusion technique.

Under the impact of Qiandaoliu's blow, Tang Qingxi also fell to the ground quickly, and before it was completely smashed, he barely used his last strength to buffer it, and it could be regarded as a smooth landing in the forest.

As soon as he landed, Tang Qingxi stumbled, and the state of martial soul fusion was suddenly lifted.

Tang Qingxi spurted out a mouthful of blood, although he blocked the life-threatening blow of Qiandaoliu, but the internal injuries were still not light, and he was exhausted, Tang Qingxi was weak for a while, and fell forward.

Ning Fengqin hurriedly helped Tang Qingxi.

The leader of the Martial Soul Fusion Technique was Tang Qingxi, and her consumption was relatively much larger.

It was also Tang Qingxi who deliberately reserved some strength for Ning Fengqin as a backhand.

"I'm fine." Tang Qingxi held Ning Fengqin's shoulders as his support, and looked at the mess and pit not far away.

"Qiandaoliu, not dead yet!"

Ning Fengqin wiped the blood from the corner of Tang Qingxi's mouth with concern, and said softly: "You have a good rest, and the thousand streams will be handed over to me!" ”

After speaking, Ning Fengqin helped Tang Qingxi aside and asked her to sit down and rest.

And Ning Fengqin raised his hand to take the Killing God Knife in Tang Qingxi's hand.

In order to be able to complete the martial soul fusion technique of the two, Ning Fengqin voluntarily let Tang Qingxi erode his martial soul, which was equivalent to planting the seeds of Tang Qingxi's magic power in his body.

Tang Qingxi, the God Killing Knife that ordinary people couldn't touch, and once he touched it, it would be eroded by the evil nature in it, and for Ning Fengqin, there would be no threat.

"Good!" Tang Qingxi let go and handed over the God Killing Knife, "Be careful, although that guy is not lightly injured, he is a god after all!" ”

"I know!" Ning Fengqin nodded solemnly.

Then, she turned around, pointed diagonally at the ground with the God Killing Knife, and walked towards the deep pit step by step.

Ning Fengqin's expression was extremely complicated, in the long and profound memory, Qiandaoliu led people to kill the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, killed her parents, kidnapped her, and made her a puppet in the Martial Spirit Hall for decades.

With such a sea of blood and hatred, today is finally the time to take revenge!

Qiandaoliu was struggling in the deep pit to stand up and see if Tang Qingxi, who had fallen into the sky, was dead or alive.

But soon, a figure stood at the edge of the pit.

Qiandaoliu looked at it suddenly, and his face suddenly sank.

"What about Tang Qingxi, is he dead?" Qiandaoliu still wants to know whether Tang Qingxi is alive or dead.

Ning Fengqin sneered: "I've disappointed you, Qingxi is fine, it's just that the consumption is a little big." ”

Qiandaoliu couldn't help but be disappointed, looking at the increasingly intense killing intent in Ning Fengqin's eyes, a trace of despair came to his heart, he was now greatly injured, his divine power was almost exhausted, even if he was an angel god, it was difficult to have the ability to resist.

And although Ning Fengqin has lifted the martial soul fusion technique, his own strength is also a real peak Douluo, which is very strong.

Qiandaoliu could only pray in his heart, Ning Fengqin's strength was also greatly weakened now because of the martial soul fusion technique.

Ning Fengqin was very careful, and before stepping into the deep pit, he decisively released his martial soul first.

The original nine-story nine-colored holy glazed pagoda no longer has the nine-colored brilliance of the past, but has become an ink-colored nine-story magic tower, and there is still an ominous demonic aura on it.

Qiandaoliu's eyes widened slightly: "You have worked hard to recover your martial soul, and now you are willing to let Tang Qingxi make your martial soul unrecognizable?" ”

"If I can take your life, I won't lose!"

After Ning Fengqin finished speaking, he jumped lightly, placed the Killing God Sword in front of him, jumped off the pit with a defensive posture, and stood three steps away from Qiandaoliu.

Qiandaoliu barely supported the Angel Sacred Sword and stood up, and the whole person trembled.

His angelic god costume had been shattered, and it could be said that he was defenseless before the God Killing Knife, which could also be regarded as an artifact.

And even though Qiandaoliu looked extremely embarrassed and weak, Ning Fengqin didn't give him half a chance, his spiritual power was highly concentrated, and he suddenly rushed towards Qiandaoliu.

Qiandaoliu barely held the sword to resist, and Ning Fengqin slashed at the angel holy sword, but he directly slashed Qiandaoliu back, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Ning Fengqin had a look of ridicule in her eyes, where had she ever seen Qiandaoliu, a sanctimonious guy, so embarrassed before.

Clearly realizing that Ning Fengqin still had strength left, Qiandaoliu was completely desperate, knelt on one knee with the Angel Holy Sword, and pleaded with a hint of pleading in his eyes: "Xue'er, leave Xue'er alive!" ”

The God Killing Knife in Ning Fengqin's hand was already on Qiandaoliu's neck, and his gaze was indifferent: "Qiandaoliu, it was you who caused her to come to this point and made her life hang by a thread, and she is not qualified to say this to me." ”

After speaking, Ning Fengqin didn't want to listen to Qiandaoliu's other nonsense, and really brandished the Killing God Sword.

The sharp God Killing Knife, even in the face of a thousand streams of divine bodies, is like cutting paper.

One knife, decapitation!

Douluo Continent, there is a fallen god today!