The long-standing battle ended in an instant, and both of them were seriously injured, but no one knew what the outcome of this battle was?

After a long time, the two of them returned to the air again, neither of them had the arrogance they had at the beginning, but just looked at each other lightly. The two men looked at each other without saying a word.

The black hole in the sky still hasn't dispersed, still frantically sucking all the energy of this shijie.

After this battle, the color of blood is gone, and the whole sky is back to its former blue.

After a long time, the twelve-winged angel said lightly: "Ziqi, you lost." ”

Ziqi nodded and said, "I lost, I have done my best, I believe, my father will not blame me!" He looked up at the sky, the fiery red sun was still hanging high in the sky, a little dazzling, people had to use their hands to block the sun for the eyes that could not be opened.

Although he lost, there was no trace of loss on his face, on the contrary, he was still very excited.

Ziqi continued, "Everything just now is just a personal grudge between us. You see that the six great arrays under our feet are still running, do you think any of us can stop him out of thin air?"

A hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the twelve-winged angel, and he said coldly: "Could it be that you, the marshal, don't speak?"

Ziqi said: "I said, everything just now is just our personal grudges, the few seniors you asked for are all in this big array, if you can break the formation, I have nothing to say." ”

The Twelve-Winged Angel snorted coldly and glanced at him. Without looking back, he went straight back to his own formation and shouted, "The power of the Three Realms." For the sake of your mission, I will be rewarded with a thousand gold for the one who kills one. Kill the Ten. Reward the centurion. Whoever kills a hundred people is in the rank of commander. Whoever kills a thousand people, my position as the marshal of the Three Realms will be given to him. All of them are killed hard. Rush!"

As soon as the words fell, the twelve-winged angel himself took the lead in flying out holding the black gold holy sword and killing towards the camp of the human world.

Ziqi shouted: "If you want to be arrogant in my human realm, you are still a little tender, the human realm lineup." Strike!"

In an instant, countless monks from the Four Realms on both sides stood in the formation and slashed towards each other......

Wolf smoke rose everywhere, and drums and trumpets sounded. Gang Qi and magic are intertwined, like a rain of thousands of swords constantly flying in the camps of both sides.

At this moment, a sweet but supreme majestic voice came.

"Stop it!"

The long-awaited battle ended in an instant, and both men were seriously wounded. But no one knows what the zuihou result of this battle is?

It's been a long time. The two of them returned to the air again, neither of them had the arrogance they had at the beginning, they just looked at each other lightly. The two men looked at each other without saying a word.

The black hole in the sky still hasn't dispersed, still frantically sucking all the energy of this shijie.

After this battle, the color of blood is gone, and the whole sky is back to its former blue.

After a long time, the twelve-winged angel said lightly: "Ziqi." You lose. ”

Ziqi nodded and said, "I lost, I've done my best." I'm sure my father won't blame me!" he looked up at the sky, and the fiery red sun was still hanging high in the sky, a little dazzling, and people had to use their hands to block out the sun for the eyes that could not be opened.

Although he lost, there was no trace of loss on his face, on the contrary, he was still very excited.

Ziqi continued, "Everything just now is just a personal grudge between us. You see that the six great arrays under our feet are still running, do you think any of us can stop him out of thin air?"

A hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the twelve-winged angel, and he said coldly: "Could it be that you, the marshal, don't speak?"

Ziqi said: "I said, everything just now is just our personal grudges, the few seniors you asked for are all in this big array, if you can break the formation, I have nothing to say." ”

The Twelve-Winged Angel snorted coldly and glanced at him. Without looking back, he went straight back to his own formation and shouted, "The power of the Three Realms, for your mission, rush me! Kill ten, reward centurion. Whoever kills a hundred people is in the rank of commander. Whoever kills a thousand people, my position as the marshal of the Three Realms will be given to him. All of them are killed hard. Rush!"

As soon as the words fell, the twelve-winged angel himself took the lead in flying out holding the black gold holy sword and killing towards the camp of the human world.

Ziqi shouted: "If you want to be arrogant in my human realm, you are still a little tender, the human realm lineup, attack!"

In an instant, countless monks from the Four Realms on both sides stood in the formation and slashed towards each other......

Wolf smoke was everywhere, drums and trumpets sounded, and the qi and magic were intertwined, like a rain of thousands of swords constantly flying in the camps of both sides.

At this moment, a sweet but supreme majestic voice came.

"Stop it!"

The long-standing battle ended in an instant, and both of them were seriously injured, but no one knew what the outcome of this battle was?

After a long time, the two of them returned to the air again, neither of them had the arrogance they had at the beginning, but just looked at each other lightly. The two men looked at each other without saying a word.

The black hole in the sky still hasn't dispersed, still frantically sucking all the energy of this shijie.

After this battle, the color of blood is gone, and the whole sky is back to its former blue.

After a long time, the twelve-winged angel said lightly: "Ziqi, you lost." ”

Ziqi nodded and said, "I lost, I have done my best, I believe, my father will not blame me!" He looked up at the sky, the fiery red sun was still hanging high in the sky, a little dazzling, people had to use their hands to block the sun for the eyes that could not be opened.

Although he lost, there was no trace of loss on his face, on the contrary, he was still very excited.

Ziqi continued, "Everything just now is just a personal grudge between us. You see that the six great arrays under our feet are still running, do you think any of us can stop him out of thin air?"

A hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the twelve-winged angel, and he said coldly: "Could it be that you, the marshal, don't speak?"

Ziqi said: "I said, everything just now is just our personal grudges, the few seniors you asked for are all in this big array, if you can break the formation, I have nothing to say." ”

The Twelve-Winged Angel snorted coldly and glanced at him. Without looking back, he went straight back to his own formation and shouted, "The power of the Three Realms, for your mission, rush me! Kill ten, reward centurion. Whoever kills a hundred people is in the rank of commander. Whoever kills a thousand people, my position as the marshal of the Three Realms will be given to him. All of them are killed hard. Rush!"

As soon as the words fell, the twelve-winged angel himself took the lead in flying out holding the black gold holy sword and killing towards the camp of the human world.

Ziqi shouted: "If you want to be arrogant in my human realm, you are still a little tender, the human realm lineup, attack!"

In an instant, countless monks from the Four Realms on both sides stood in the formation and slashed towards each other......

Wolf smoke was everywhere, drums and trumpets sounded, and the qi and magic were intertwined, like a rain of thousands of swords constantly flying in the camps of both sides.

At this moment, a sweet but supreme majestic voice came.

"Stop!" (To be continued......)