With Yu Siming and Fang Ye's move, the four great lords behind Yu Siming also made a move at the same time.

The four of them sacrificed a sword together, and the holy power was mighty, cutting out a clear spatial crack in the void, enveloping Fang Ye and the others.

When they moved, Xue Qianqian and the others also moved.

"Khooth!"

The Frost Shadow Sword came out of its sheath, and the black sword body left frost patterns in the void, freezing the sky into cracks, carrying a majestic divine energy, and slammed into the dazzling white holy sword first.

Even if Xue Qianqian was still unable to exert the true power of the Frost Flowing Shadow Sword, the Frost Flowing Shadow Sword was a mysterious spirit artifact, and it was still easy to suppress the holy soldiers.

"Ding!"

A piercing metal crash sounded, and the Frost Shadow Sword and the Dazzling White Holy Sword quickly separated.

The four great lords sacrificed a holy sword at the same time, even if their state was not at their peak, the power they exerted was not something that Xue Qianqian could resist, and knocked the Frost Flowing Shadow Sword out on the spot.

After all, the Frost Flowing Shadow Sword was a Xuanling artifact, and even if it was suppressed by the strength of the Four Great Lords, it would dim the brilliance of that dazzling white long sword.

Immediately afterward, the phantom opened its mouth and spat out a seven-story pagoda, and the pagoda shook lightly, from the bottom of the pagoda upwards, the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple were flashed, and the surging holy power was vibrating, and it was shrouded in the holy sword first.

This seven-story pagoda was taken by the phantom spirit from the Guanghan Heavenly Palace, and this is the first time it has been used, and the holy power is shocking.

The middle-aged scribe of the Great Perfection Realm of the Venerable Lord snorted coldly, and used all his strength to stimulate the holy power of the dazzling white long sword, slashing the void through the Dao crack, and breaking free from the seven-story pagoda.

"Who let you go?!" the phantom roared, and the white bone rod appeared in his hand, and the shadows of fierce beasts appeared around him. With an indomitable domineering momentum, it slammed into the dazzling white holy sword.

"Bang!"

The dazzling white holy sword was smashed and flew out on the spot, and the brilliance on it dimmed a little again, and it was implicated, and the middle-aged scribe of the Great Perfection realm of the Venerable Lord had a pale face, and his eyes were full of anger.

At this time. Xiao Hei also made a move, raised his hand and sacrificed the Qiankun map, and mysterious avenue textures surged out from the Qiankun map, covering the entire sky, forming a regular cage, binding the holy sword in it.

Seeing that Xiao Hei also used a holy soldier, the middle-aged scribe's face became extremely ugly, and he gathered the strength of the four people and poured it into the dazzling white holy sword. Let the light on the white holy sword shine again.

The middle-aged scribe shouted angrily: "The guy in the early stage of the Venerable Lord also wants to trap my weapon, open it for me!"

The dazzling white holy sword emitted a holy light like substance, and the dazzling eyes couldn't be opened, forcibly breaking through the blockade of the Qiankun Diagram, and rushing out dangerously, which also made the faces of the four great lords pale and their breath scattered.

They had already fought a big battle with Qingjiao, and only three or four percent of their cultivation was left, so they forcibly raised their cultivation to fight with everyone. Where did you expect to encounter so many holy soldiers?

First, he was frustrated by the Frost Flowing Shadow Sword, and then he was consumed by the seven-story pagoda with some of his power. He was also injured by the white bone holy rod to the sword body, and then part of the power was consumed by the Qiankun diagram, and the power of the dazzling white holy sword was almost exhausted.

Just when the Xuan Bai Holy Sword had just broken out of the Qiankun Diagram blockade, he saw a mocking smile on Xiao Hei's face, his hands were clenched in the void, and two snow-bright battle axes appeared in his hands. Saint-Wei pervasive.

These two battle axes are the whirlwind double axes that Xiao Hei got in the Guanghan Heavenly Palace, and it is even more terrifying to use them at such a time.

"And?" The middle-aged scribe's face changed drastically, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes.

Xiao Hei smiled, just like the boy next door. Holding two axes in his hands, but exuding a chilling evil aura.

The twin axes came out of their hands, and the two battle axes spun rapidly in the void like yin and yang fish, and the holy power overlapped, intensifying, and slashed domineeringly on the dazzling white holy sword.

"Khooth!"

The dazzling white sword let out a wail, and the brilliance on it completely dimmed, turning into a streamer of light and submerging into the middle-aged scribe's body.

The middle-aged scribe spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the faces of the other three Rain Clan powerhouses also became extremely ugly.

They all gritted their teeth fiercely, and each automatically used the Rain Clan's secret martial arts to fight with Xue Qianqian and the others.

Several people of the Rain Clan felt extremely aggrieved, they worked hard to grab a holy soldier, but they didn't expect that the other party's holy soldiers were taken out one after another, so that they had no chance to fight back at all, even if they cultivated to a high level, it was useless!

They tried their best to hit the frog hard, but in the end, the fiery red long knife of the frog fell into the hands of others, making them want to vomit blood in anger.

Just when their battle was extremely fierce, the battle between Fang Ye and Yu Siming was about to be decided.

Yu Siming hadn't yet broken through to the Venerable Lord realm, and the black jade bell he was using was only a junior saint soldier, and it was pressed and beaten by Fang Ye from the very beginning.

Fang Ye's cultivation was one level higher than Yu Siming's, and the Nine Dragons Breaking Technique he used was a god-level technique, and the Emperor Yan Holy Knife was still an intermediate-level holy soldier, occupying multiple advantages, and Yu Siming, who was fighting, did not have the slightest strength to fight back.

"Bell!"

The Emperor Yan Holy Knife slashed at the Black Jade Holy Bell, making a loud sound that shocked the heavens, and slashed the Black Jade Holy Bell out on the spot.

Yu Siming's face was gloomy, and the black jade holy bell above his head rotated quietly, falling down wisps of black brilliance, enveloping Yu Siming.

Yu Siming's eyes quickly swept from the battlefield in the distance, and his face became more and more ugly.

Only now, did he really clearly understand the power of Fang Ye and the others, not to mention that the people of their Rain Clan were not in a good state, even if they were all in the peak state, against Shang Ye and the others, they might not be able to take any advantage!

"Stop!" Yu Siming drank coldly in a deep voice.

Hearing Yu Siming's shout, the middle-aged scribes and others who were fighting in the distance stopped the attack in their hands, quickly retreated to Yu Siming's side, and looked solemnly at Fang Ye and the others on the opposite side.

In this big war, they did not have the slightest upper hand, and they were pressed and beaten from beginning to end, which made them feel aggrieved and shocked.

Yu Siming's eyes shone like a fierce beast, swept over the faces of Fang Ye and the others one by one, licked his lips lightly, and sneered: "The surname Fang, count you ruthless! The mountains don't turn around, I have written down today's events, and he will seek justice from you one day! Let's go!"

Although Yu Siming was very unwilling in his heart, he also understood that if it was a life-and-death battle, the five of them might all be explained here, Fang Ye was not even afraid of the demon gods, let alone afraid of provoking their Rain Clan.

Yu Siming looked at Fang Ye and his party vigilantly, and with the four great lords, he quickly rose into the air, and his spiritual power locked on Fang Ye and the others, and flew away into the distance.

Fang Ye's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, Xue Qianqian, Phantom and Xiao Hei all stared at Fang Ye tightly, as long as Fang Ye gave an order, they would not hesitate to use their hole cards to leave all five people of the Rain Clan here!

Fang Ye didn't say a word, he looked coldly at the direction where the people of the Rain Clan were leaving, and did not stop him.

The conflict between him and the Rain Clan now is just a conflict of treasure grabbing, and it is not a deep hatred, I believe that there will be many holy soldiers in the Rain Clan, there are not many of them, and there are many of them, and there are many of them, so he grabbed them.

However, if he really dominated the descendants of the Rain Clan and the Four Great Venerables, then he and the Rain Clan would really be immortal, and Fang Ye didn't want to go that far for the time being.

"Boss, just let them go? I really want to knock them all on the head!" "The phantom muttered dissatisfiedly, and the white bone rod and the seven-story pagoda were gone.

Fang Ye smiled lightly: "You kid should be content! Anyway, we also robbed him of his things, just with these, it shouldn't be a complete stalemate with the Rain Clan." If they really kill people, it will be a situation of endless death, and for the sake of their face, the Rain Clan will inevitably send people to hunt down and kill us. Moreover, the Demon Tribulation is coming, and I still expect the Rain Clan to be able to consume some of the power of the Demon Clan, but I can't just kill it. ”

Xue Qianqian bowed slightly, and the phantom and Xiao Hei didn't say much, and they didn't bother to think so much. Fang Ye said to fight, then fight, Fang Ye said to let go, then let it go.

Getting the huge corpse of the frog Jiao, and unexpectedly getting an intermediate holy soldier, Fang Ye felt very satisfied in his heart, and Fang Ye's heart was full of expectations for the power of luck in the dark.

With the Demon Suppression Palace here, Fang Ye's luck power will become stronger and stronger, and now he can already walk and encounter treasures, it is really hard to imagine what kind of situation will appear in the future.

Fang Ye still had some guesses in his heart, since the descendants of the major forces were able to inherit the power of luck of their respective sects, their power of luck was strong, and they could also strengthen the power of luck of the sect.

Fang Ye's own Qi Luck Power has become stronger, will it also make the Fang Family's Qi Luck Power stronger? How strong will it be? What changes have happened to Fang Ye recently?

Fang Ye had been away from home for two or three years, and the more he thought about home, the more he wanted to go back and see.

Fang Ye's eyes drifted away, as if he had passed through the fog, he saw the Fang family in the Fire Desolate Mountain Range, and said with a light smile: "Let's go! Let's return to Tianjiao Mansion together, and then take Xue'er with you and go home!"

"Oh, go home! we have only a dozen pounds of monkey wine left, and I really want to go and see if those monkeys have made good wine again!" the phantom cheered, licking his lips softly, salivating.

Hearing the monkey wine, Fang Ye's face was full of black lines, the monkey wine he got at the beginning was nearly a hundred catties, most of which was secretly drunk by the two little guys when he was in retreat, and now there are only a dozen catties left. If you retreat again, you might not be able to steal anything at all.

Fang Ye and his party quickly flew in the direction of Tianjiao Mansion, away from the Bright Moon Cliff, flying is not a big consumption for them now, but they should pay more attention to the danger in the air. (To be continued......)