The ruins of the Middle Ages are full of turbulence, space debris, sometimes continental fragments are broken in them, and there are also many space-time bubbles, and sometimes some mysterious small worlds appear.

Wang Gan was on a dark red land fragment, surrounded by a strong wind, this kind of wind, as sharp as a knife, the void was cut into countless pieces, but Wang Gan's body was covered with a layer of blue light, any wind blowing, could not hurt him in the slightest, which showed how strong his body was.

Call!

The huge divine consciousness power came from a distant place, strafing everywhere, unscrupulous, and there were even many meteorite-sized continental fragments under this huge divine consciousness power, the position was shifted, and they entered a chaotic turbulence and were torn apart.

Then, a furious figure stepped on the void, step by step like thunder.

Hong Zhao, dressed in pitch-black armor, imprinted with countless patterns, simple and mysterious, a thin layer of red light wrapped around his body, and swords, water and fire could not be injured! His eyes were sharp, and his terrifying gaze pierced through, and he saw Wang Gan's figure.

"Wang Gan, you are really so daring, you are really waiting for me to come in this medieval ruins, your courage is commendable, but if you dare to kill my son, then you must die!"

Hong Zhao spoke, and as soon as he spoke, his voice was like the sound of gold and iron, and under the rolling sound, the surrounding storms and turbulence seemed to have calmed down, and a pure land appeared in the medieval ruins.

"Okay, grievances and hatreds, messy as hemp, let's settle the grievances here today, your son was killed by me, but from the day he stepped into the Tianyuan Continent, he should have thought of this consequence, how cruel is the war between the two worlds, even if you and I dare not guarantee that we can survive in the end, if he dies, it is nothing. ”

Wang Qian was indifferent and spoke in a ruthless tone.

Hong Zhao's eyes lit up, and he saw that Wang Gan was extraordinary, this kind of firm will, decisive in killing, not caring about the consequences, and firmness in overcoming obstacles all the way, on the road of cultivation, it is extremely precious, and only such a person can go further.

"Wang Qian, if you can say this, even I appreciate you a little, but your end is still death!"

Hong Zhaowu's hair was flying, his momentum was expanding wildly, and the killing intent in his heart was boiling.

"Fight!"

Wang Qian has only one word, and that is war!

The next moment, the battle between the two began, Wang Gan stepped out, covered in endless cyan glow, like a cyan rainbow, tearing a qiē, a palm slapped out, a huge palm, containing endless runes, shrouded in light, like a round of cyan divine sun descending, blazing, crazy, bursting!

This blow, the power is incomparably huge, in the void within a radius of a hundred miles, any tangible and invisible existence has turned into powder, and his palm condenses the space, stagnates time, and almost a thousandth of a snap of his fingers hit Hong Zhao's face.

Hong Zhao's eyes shrank, and he felt a suffocating oppression, the power of this blow was too huge.

"There is really such a genius, this person is in the realm of transforming gods, and he has actually played the power of 10,000 yuan force units, this is simply impossible!

A thought flowed through Hong Zhao's heart, but he was a peerless figure at the level of an earth immortal, and he reacted in the blink of an eye.

"Okay, Wang Qian, you are really a generation of Tianjiao, such a realm, you have such power, I Hong Zhao will compete with you today, the God of War is the right path, the spear of war!"

A wave of excitement emerged on the generalissimo's face, this is the joy of hearing the war, the realm is profound, and he shouted, the Xuangong in the body is running, the immeasurable immortal light, the immortal rule, showing a scarlet color, this is the color of war, the color of iron and blood, the infinite power condenses a blood-colored war spear, countless ideas of war, Dao rhyme is wrapped around this big spear, sharp, fatal, epic, torrent-like breath, emanating from above.

Hong Zhao's practice is a practice called the God of War Sutra, to understand the way of war, from the war to comprehend the way of heaven and earth, and it is precisely because of this that he became a generalissimo, presided over countless wars, from the corpse mountain and sea of blood to kill, as soon as he moved, it was earth-shattering, unparalleled.

At this moment, Wang Gan felt that the Hong Zhao in front of him seemed to have become the embodiment of war, the blood-colored war spear, the momentum was all over the sky, and under the movement, it seemed that the endless war pictures were coming towards Wang Gan, and the magnificent war pictures were slowly unfolding, hundreds of millions of living beings were fighting, countless battle formations were converging, and endless blood was flowing at every moment.

Rumble!

A cyan palm and a blood-colored war spear rushed together, producing a violent explosion, and a pitch-black hole appeared between the two, as if connecting infinite and far-reaching time and space.

The two retreated at the same time, and the blow turned out to be evenly divided.

"Okay, what a spear of war, Hong Zhao, your martial arts really contain the true meaning of war, and you have an invincible posture, but if you want to kill my Wang Qian, it's not enough, kill!"

Wang Gan shouted, his expression was crazy, the battle intent in his chest was completely burned, he felt incomparable passion and blood, only in this kind of intense battle, can he feel like this.

The same is true for Hong Zhao, he didn't expect that Wang Qian could actually shake his spear of war, this kind of power is absolutely terrifying.

This generalissimo also shouted, and his body emitted a blood-red light, forming a war field, and one of the war pictures was being interpreted.

Spear of War, Shield of War, Breath of War, Destruction of War, Judgment of War, Epic of War!

A move of peerless martial arts, from Hong Zhao's hands, each blow shook the sky and shattered the torrent.

In this confrontation between the two, all the turbulent qi around them disappeared and was blown up, almost leaving only a vacuum.

Speed is like electricity, power is like a god, and every moment there are thousands of encounters.

Boom! A blood-red shield, like the collapse of the sky, suppressed towards Wang Gan, incomparably solid, unbreakable true meaning, all contained in it, this is the shield of war!

"What a war shield!"

With a loud shout, Wang Gan's arm was like a knife, and he slashed hard, and a heavenly trench appeared in the void, directly slashing on the huge shield, with a loud bang, like hundreds of millions of thunder roaring, and the invisible storm tore apart and shattered all directions.

"Good power, look at my war qi, endless vitality, return to war, and be destroyed!

In a blood-red air flow, there are countless mysteries of divine powers, martial arts essences, and they are shot out of Hong Zhao's hands!

Wang Gan's body flickered, and it shook thousands of times in an instant, like a dark shadow, shuttling through the fault of time and space, and the mysterious ancient seals in his hands continued to bombard out, the bitter sea came, the other side emerged, the five elements were shattered, and in an instant, I don't know how many kinds of supernatural martial arts seals came out.

The shield of war is blown up, and the phantom of the sea of bitterness is destroyed by the explosion of endless war gas!

The supreme will of destruction was suppressed by the shadow of the other side, the supreme ruling came, and the other side was collapsed, and there were five elements in rotation, such as the five great worlds, the huge power was strangled, and the breath of gold, wood, water, fire and earth was circulating, like a giant ship that reached the sky, crushing a qiē, breaking the verdict, and resisting the epic!

The two of them fought a big battle, their bodies shuttled, from top to bottom, from left to right, the four corners of the universe, the past and the future, their shadows were everywhere, and the endless power of destruction continued to destroy a qiē.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, half an hour, the time passed, but the battle became more and more intense.

The battle that took place in the ruins of the Middle Ages was simply earth-shattering, definitely comparable to the battle of the immortals, the road was horizontal, the sun and the moon trembled, the stars fell, and the dust was like a sea.