A sword light is cold, Qingping is stained with blood, and the innate gods and demons will die when they touch it, and the killing intent and killing power of this sword have been suppressed by the Tongtian Sect Master for five hundred years.

Now a sword is out, chaos opens, and the sword of Tongtian and man comes out of chaos, leaving an indelible sword mark behind him, with a dazzling edge, almost immortal, and it is difficult for the world lords who have left the world bridge one by one to remain calm, especially the world lord who is facing Qingping to kill the cold, his face shows a look of horror.

This sword is not a little stronger than five hundred years ago, these five hundred years, Tongtian is recuperating from injuries, accumulating strength, and sharpening the sword, that ambush, he was too seriously injured, and he shed a lot of blood, and he washed his sword path again with his own blood.

The sword is sharpened, and it is more bloody.

It's not that it was unfavorable before, but it wasn't profitable enough, and it's not that it was bloodless before, but it didn't have the bloodiness of Pangu to kill three thousand gods and demons.

Today's sword, God blocks and kills God, and the devil blocks and kills demons, and all are killed in front of the sword!

Because of the bell of the Eastern Emperor, a group of gods and demons were frozen for a breath, and this breath just decided the life and death of several gods and demons.

After their resistance, a defense was finally formed behind, but the muffled humming and crashing continued, one side had been gathering momentum for a long time, and the other side had rushed to respond, and the result could be imagined.

Half of this is due to the bell ringing of the Eastern Emperor.

In the other direction, the results were surprisingly similar, the red sleeve knife, which had been silent for five hundred years, drew an earth-shattering arc lightly, the heads of gods and demons flew up, blood was like fireworks, Nuwa was dressed in red, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were cold.

Her knife never stopped.

The Eastern Emperor appeared in the other direction in an instant, forming a joint encirclement with Tongtian Nuwa, and the three of them surrounded the Lord of the Two Thousand Worlds, and it was also thanks to them.

But the Eastern Emperor did so, and the Eastern Emperor handed out a punch, such as the great sun rising in the east, and the fist was domineering, it was the ugly man who took the punch with all his might, and was still beaten out, and knocked into one god and demon after another.

This is only the first punch, followed by the second punch, the third punch, the East Emperor punched one by one, and knocked the gods and demons back to the bridge, there are not many people who can take the East Emperor's punch, and among the few gods and demons is the Jiuchen who is faintly the head of the gods and demons.

Jiuchen was no longer perfect, and although he received a punch from the Eastern Emperor unscathed, he was beaten back to the bridge.

Whether he admits it it or not, he is not the opponent of the Eastern Emperor at this time, although he is the god of time above the space, but the time at this time is suppressed by the space.

Jiuchen's silver robe fluctuated like water, and he sacrificed a half-truncated arrow, between the virtual and the real, dragging on the river for a long time.

Donghuang closed his fist and took a step back, but the next moment, a three-legged golden crow flew out of his eyebrows, and the Donghuang Bell crashed into the broken arrow, and also crashed into the long river of time. A thousand books

The bell of the East Emperor rang, the river of time boiled, and as the bell became louder and louder, the river of time finally burst like a bubble.

Silver blood flowed from the corners of Jiuchen's mouth, and his noble silver eyes also dimmed.

The silver arrow fell, and Jiuchen reached out to grab it, but was interrupted by a bell.

"You ......"

Jiuchen looked up and saw the handsome face of the Eastern Emperor who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Half a long arrow fell into the battlefield of gods and demons.

Jiuchen swallowed a mouthful of divine blood and said to the Eastern Emperor in a cold voice: "Kill you, I'll go and get it back." ”

The Eastern Emperor stood above the battlefield of gods and demons, arrogant to more than a thousand gods and demons, without saying a word, but no one dared to step down the bridge.

The domineering of the Eastern Emperor is the kind of unreasonable domineering, I stand here, I am the kind of reason.

In his time, no one dared to reason with him, because his reasoning was too great, and even the would-be saints had to avoid it.

Standing here today, he is not a mixed element, but he already has mixed yuan combat power, and it is also the kind of unreasonable combat power.

"Siege!"

Donghuang's attitude made Jiuchen even more jealous, and he gritted his teeth and spit out these two words.

The gods and demons took a small step forward, but no one stepped off the bridge.

Jiuchen's expression became even more ugly, and he spit out two more words: "Together!"

He took the lead and walked off the bridge, and the gods and demons took the remaining half a step.

Compared with Tongtian Nuwa, who has long been besieged, the Eastern Emperor really has the kind of invincible assets of the world.

It doesn't matter how high or low the cultivation is.