"Boom. 【Fengyun Reading Network. A dull cracking sound sounded.

It was just the place between Yun Slaying Heaven and the Eastern Heavenly King just now.

A one-foot-long crack in the ground burst out violently, and it was between the cloud killing the sky and the falling feathers of the Eastern Heavenly King.

The crack surface is flat, like a knife cut.

The wind was cold to the bone, and the world became more and more cold in an instant.

The ground was silent, and all the people who were fighting on this side were shocked by this sudden change, and they stopped and looked up in amazement.

The wind whistles through the wilderness.

"Cloud Killing?"

In mid-air, the blue-clothed middle-aged man holding the seriously injured Emperor Brahma in one hand coldly locked on the clouds below out of thin air, and his voice was as deep as ice.

Yun Jitian's Qilin Rakshasa knife tightened, and he turned to the blue-clothed middle-aged man: "Who are you?" ”

"Who I am, you don't have the qualifications to know." The voice of the man in blue was as deep as ice.

After speaking, he glanced sideways at Emperor Brahma, who didn't know about people, and the eyes of the man in blue flashed with killing: "The dynasty fights for hegemony, each depends on his ability, and the deity doesn't care."

However, since you dare to hurt the disciples of the deity, you are looking for death. ”

As soon as the cold words fell, the eyes of the man in blue were full of murder, and the two fingers of his empty hand were like knives side by side, and he slashed down towards Yun Jitian with one sword.

The golden power roared down like thunder.

Seeing this, Yun Jitian could still listen to Luo Yu's words if he didn't let him do it.

The Qilin Rakshasa knife in his hand shook, and his whole body surged with fighting energy, and a knife slashed horizontally, and it went towards the hand knife of the middle-aged man in blue.

As soon as the killing knife came out, the sky and the earth should have changed color, and the sun and moon had no light.

Unexpectedly, at the moment of facing the golden power, it was like the difference between a cat and a tiger.

In an instant, it was pressed small.

Yun Jitian's eyebrows sank when he saw this, and this person ......

"Qilin Rakshasa Knife, the king of swords, it's a pity that it's up to you, but you can only exert the power of two or three out of ten, it's a waste."

In mid-air, the man in blue looked coldly at the Qilin Rakshasa Knife in Yun Jitian's hand.

One tone sank, and the two fingers in his hand sank downwards again.

I saw that the golden power instantly soared.

It was as if the fierce tiger devoured the power of the Qilin Rakshasa Knife in one bite, and rushed towards the clouds and the sky.