He's still going to fight!

The edge is directed at the Feather Flying Immortal.

Fight against one!

Everyone was stunned!

Is this still the True Martial Realm?

It's not enough to kill a Void Tenfold.

And to shoot.

Moreover, the person who invited the battle was still the proud daughter of the sky covered with silver-white divine feathers.

In the same realm, this person's strength is definitely far beyond the previous demon.

"Flying Immortals."

Panshan's eyes sank.

The words on his eyebrows flickered slightly.

"Okay."

Hearing this, Yu Feixian's eyes turned cold and nodded slowly.

She stepped out.

Up and down the body, the silver-white divine light illuminates the world.

Behind.

The Void Gate opens.

It's as if you're about to pour into an endless void.

Airplanes!

As it moved, a heavy wave of void swept out directly.

"You are very courageous, but unfortunately, the realm is too weak."

"Kill my people, and you should pay with your life."

Yu Feixian spoke indifferently.

The next moment.

Its body moved, like a fairy dancing.

The ancient method of the feather human race, the magic trick of the heavens, is directly urged.

A little bit of silver-white light seemed to burn and turned into a dreamlike scene.

Ten layers of the void.

But.

Outside of him, in the Void Gate, a huge projection was pulled over.

It's like a feathered fairy palace.

Nestled behind it.

This is a means that can only be used in the realm of Venerable Beings.

From the void, the projections of some ancient beings are induced.

"When the fairy dances, the feather flies."

In the fairy palace, endless fairy light is surging.

Yu Feixian's body is graceful, wonderful, and every action has a large amount of fairy light surging.

In a flash.

This space is all blocked.

"You are a warrior, therefore, if I behead you, I will pile your head in the palace of my Yuren clan, so that you can witness the glory and brilliance of my clan."

She has a beautiful figure, but her words are cold.

If you move, you have to take off Ye Wushuang's head and place it in the ancient hall.

"Not necessarily."

"Perhaps, it is you who will witness the future of me stepping on the creatures of all races and ascending to the sky step by step?"

Ye Wushuang's eyes flashed.

Between heaven and earth, the light of the immortals shines, and the huge fairy palace drives the moment of the power of the flying immortals.

His sword fingers condensed, and suddenly he frowned.

Zheng!

As soon as his body moved, the whole person turned into a sword light and pierced into the clouds.

Meantime.

War India revival.

Among his ten battle seals, there are martial arts battle seals, which are outlined.

Imprinted in the center of the eyebrows.

A sword into the void!

The sword qi pierced through the universe, and from the endless void, there was the power of mighty thunder, and it was forcibly pulled.

Five seals, heavenly punishment!

The huge battle seal soared into the air, swirling in the air, and turned into boundless darkness.

Rumble!

A thunderclap resounded in all directions.

"Terran War Seal?"

"Moreover, he is only in the True Martial Realm, and he has already obtained the Five Battle Seals?"

Panshan exclaimed.

Rao was him, and at this moment, he was surprised.

War Seal.

Extremely extraordinary, and moreover, can only be owned by the Terrans.

It is a unique power of the Terrans.

If you want to get the battle seal, you must have talent, strength, and extremely terrifying existence.

But.

In this True Martial Realm, how could there be five battle seals?

In an instant, Panshan's expression moved.

"Not good!"

He exclaimed.

His complexion changed.

In the field.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

Endless thunder, converging into a thunder pool.

Bombarded down, dense heaven and earth.

Ye Wushuang's figure had disappeared.

It seems to be contained in this thunderous sky.

Every thunderbolt is a big and small, tens of thousands, all descending together, and each one has turned into a thunder ancient sword, like a divine punishment.

Boom Boom!

This moment.

Heaven and earth change color.

Yu Feixian's mind was also swaying and shaking.

It's like a celestial power.

Above the head, the war seals of the five imprints cover the sky and the sun.

"Drink!"

Yu Feixian let out a coquettish shout.

The projection of the Feather Immortal Palace soared into the sky, and the bucket rushed up, and the horizontal fence was overhead, to block thousands of thunders.

But.

This is the power of the five battle seals, the heavenly punishment that urges!

You're in the blood.

From the ancient people.

And how?

Rumble!

The Asgard projection shattered.

In the thousands of thunder sword qi, Ye Wushuang's figure flickered.

The power of this heavenly punishment is even more powerful.

If the ten sigils erupt together.

Perhaps, even if it is the current realm, it may not be impossible to compete with the Venerable realm.

Burst!

Yu Feixian vomited blood, and his face turned pale.

The silver-white divine light around her was dim.

"Flying Immortals!"

Panshan panicked.

His body moved, the ancient characters on his eyebrows revived, and beyond his body was a huge grinding plate.

Bang!

When the millstone shakes, it grinds all things.

Mill disc.

It is rumored that the Pan family has a very special origin.

It is an unimaginable treasure in the mythological era, born of spiritual wisdom, and then multiplied.

This ancient clan was born with a supreme power.

Mill disc!

At this moment, he directly urged the power of the true phase, crushed all things, and reached the great completion, and even the Tao could be erased.

Thundered!

A huge black grinding disc that crushes the heavens.

The land of thunder formed with the heavenly punishment collided violently.

He was going to break through and save Yu Feixian.

Click, click, click!

The huge grinding disc swirled, stirring up the wind and clouds.

The power of the Venerable Realm operated, and that grinding disc turned out to be really, as if it could crush all things.

The land of thunder in the heavens is collapsing.

But.

Yu Feixian's qi has become extremely weak.

"Hold on!"

Panshan's eyes were heavy.

The grinding disc is rumbling, the sky is thundering, and it is crumbling rapidly.

"Terran, this time, you've passed!"

He spoke coldly.

Finally.

With a click, the heavens shattered.

Panshan breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as he grabbed it with his big hand, he was about to capture the bloodless Yu Feixian out.

But, in this instant.

Poof!

A sword light.

From the front where he drove the body of the Feather Flying Immortal and flew out, he slashed out silently!

The sword enters the void and comes from the void!

Without a trace.

In an instant.

And.

Originally, Yu Feixian was hit hard and couldn't resist, so he relied on the mountain to drive and pull away.

And the sword qi slashed out in the direction he pulled.

This scene.

It was as if Panshan pulled Yu Feixian and crashed into that sword qi.

"No!"

Roaring over the mountain.

Burst!

Yu Feixian's eyes widened, and in front of his eyes, they exploded directly.

"Tsk!"

The sword qi disappeared, and Ye Wushuang's figure resurfaced.

He let out a whisper.

"Between the creatures of all worlds and all races, it seems that the competition is very big, I am ready to let her go, the sword qi has been slashed, and it has deviated a lot."

"Results."

"As a Venerable Realm, you actually forcibly participated in it and pulled her hard. Crashed into my sword qi. ”

"It seems that it is not me who wants her to die, but you."

Ye Wushuang said with a playful smile.

In the ancient city, everyone was also shocked.

In the field, there was a dead silence, and there was no sound.

They were speechless for a while.

Can it still be like this?

And not far away.

Panshan stood in place.

His face was pale, his fists were clenched, and a wave of killing intent surged out.

Murder and heartbreaking!

Ye Wushuang made a move, in front of him, from the critical moment, not to mention the sword slashing, unexpectedly, he also pushed all the problems on him!