Three people, three directions, surrounded the clouds and heavens. [No pop-ups. 】

Silver hair fluttered wildly in the cold wind.

Yun Jitian stood on the tall building and looked coldly at the three people who came out of nowhere.

That side is still expressionless and cold, but the eyes are never as serious as ever.

"Yun Kill the Sky, today is your death."

In the night sky where the cold wind was howling, the cold sound with a metallic texture sounded worse than the cold wind.

As soon as the sound fell, the peerless powerhouse in the eastern air, who was dressed in pale white, waved his hand, and a ball of golden and red light appeared in his hand.

The light and shadow fluctuated, and it was a slap towards the clouds.

The golden red ball of light roared away, and under the seemingly understated action, the astonishing power almost tore apart the surrounding air.

"The king......" Yan Fei was shocked.

Yun Jitian's internal injuries were suppressed, and not being able to do it was one of them, and these three people ......

The desperate pounce came, but before it got close to the clouds, it was bounced away from the distance with a bang.

Around the Cloud Killing Heaven, on the side of the city tower, the three peerless masters who surpassed the Purple Venerable King had completely locked that space.

No one will be able to get close.

Yan Fei, who was ejected, had a face that had never been completely shocked and distorted.

And in his distortion, the golden-red light slashed into the air and slammed into the clouds.

On both sides of the city tower, the Brahma Pavilion and the soldiers who were looking at the end of the world stopped their movements and looked up at Yun Jitian.

In an instant, he fought for more than ten days and never stopped for a moment in Lizhou City.

At this moment, there was complete silence, and everyone looked up.

The clouds kill the sky, that is the myth of the Buddha and the immortals, and today it ......

The golden red broke through the sky and roared.

That sharp is the strength that the Purple Venerable King does not dare to take hard, and he is about to collide with the clouds and the heavens, and the seriously injured Wangtian King.

Below, everyone's hearts were all in their throats.

The silver hair was flying, the black robe was hunting and flying in the cold wind, and the peerless face did not have any panic, only cold, bone-piercing coldness.

The eyebrows and eyes are not moving, and the eyelids are not raised.