Great Chu Zhongjun!

Bright light burst out.

Like a pillar of light, it tore through all kinds of visions in the sky, and the blue sky emerged, continuing to rush into the depths of the heavenly dome.

Magnificent, vast, ancient and intertwined.

Dou Changgong sat on the chariot, and the purple meaning in his eyes was great, like a burning purple flame, slowly floating out of the corners of Dou Changgong's eyes, until it spread to a three-inch position, and then gradually dissipated.

Wearing a white robe inside and a blood-colored battle armor outside, Dou Changgong slowly stood up, his scarlet cloak, and his back trembled.

Dou Changgong is one person, rivaling an army.

From the great Chu army to show the breath, like a round of the sun.

Located in the center of heaven and earth, whether in heaven or earth, their eyes were all focused on Dou Changgong.

Looking up at the Xuan Immortals who were already approaching the Great Chu Army, a trace of coldness appeared on their cold expressions, and the trembling cloak shone with a wisp of light.

Such as yellow sac, red as Danhuo, six-legged and four-winged, Hun Dun faceless.

The terrifying aura erupted, like a demon god, looking up to the sky and roaring, making people feel fearful.

The Demon God's phantom stepped forward, rushing forward arrogantly, blending into Dou Changgong's physique, the back of the blood-colored battle armor, the crack on it, and the bulging sarcoma grew clearly and visibly, in less than a breath.

From the position of Dou Changsheng's back, sharp metal has emerged from the sarcoma, the sarcoma has been torn and crushed, and with the minced flesh of the sarcoma swaying in all directions, the four wings have been slowly stretched behind Dou Changgong.

The four wings are like metal casting, and the feathers on them stand upright, like steel needles, which are connected to each other, depicting the Taoist text and emerging a Taoist rhyme.

The four wings were fully opened, as long as a zhang, and with a gentle incitation, Dou Changgong had already flown up from the chariot.

The aura is overwhelming, highlighting the peak of Xuan Xian.

The Mao Zhen group of immortals looked at the Great Chu Zhongjun condescendingly, and watched a Xuan Immortal appear in the Great Chu again, and the contempt of many immortals had dissipated.

Another Xuan Immortal has appeared, and he is still a peak Xuan Immortal, which is not something that ordinary Xuan Immortal can match.

The successive accidents continued to draw the strength of the two sides closer.

Originally, the absolute strength was overwhelming, if it continued like this, then the Yellow God and the Six Waves Emperor came, and there would be suspense about the outcome of the two sides, even if they could win, it would be a miserable victory.

There could be no more delay, and the same thought immediately appeared in the minds of the immortals.

The leisurely pace they had at the beginning had disappeared without a trace, staring at Dou Changgong with cold eyes.

Mao Zhen looked at Hua Chang, stood with his hands tied, Hua Chang, who was in a gorgeous robe, slowly nodded to Mao Zhen, flicked his wide sleeves, and a three-foot flying sword had already flown out of Hua Chang's sleeve.

Like a streamer, it flashed and disappeared, and it came to Dou Changgong in an instant.

Above the blade of the three-foot flying sword, a stream of light continued to circulate, and the tip of the sword appeared pitch-black, like a black hole continuously devouring everything.

The rest of the immortals did not stop and continued to rush forward towards the Chinese army.

An indifferent voice sounded from behind them as the group had just left, "Where do you want to go?"

With an indifferent voice, a Xuan Immortal spewed blood.

Drops of red gold blood, which contained scorching power, were like bombs, once they exploded and swept in all directions.

The blood of the immortals, it is like red gold.

A spear of white color, the tip of which is not sharp, but made of rock.

This is a spear, which is purely polished from a rib, and although it has the shape of a spear, there are traces of carving everywhere.

The spear pierced the chest of a Xuan Immortal, and the red golden blood dripped down the tip of the spear.

Dou Changgong pumped hard, the white bone spear was withdrawn, and without the support of the power of the white bone spear, this Xuan Immortal spat out red golden blood, the auspicious clouds under his feet dissipated, and the corpse fell from mid-air.

The three-foot flying sword, like a meteor, suddenly pierced into a majestic body with four wings on its back and covered in blood armor.

It's like a bubble, and it shatters at the slightest touch.

The three-foot flying sword galloped past, and there was no obstacle at all.

The Xuan Immortal who fell from the corpse, a palm-sized turtle shell treasure, suddenly brightened, diffusing clear light, wrapped around the corpse, and firmly protected the corpse.

But all this is already too late.

With the wings behind Dou Changgong, he was already standing in front of a kind of immortal.

Fast.

It's just too fast.

It's not a fantasy, it's just sheer speed.

When the speed reached a limit, even if the defensive treasure had just reacted, its owner had already fallen under the white bone spear in Dou Changgong's hand.

The three-foot flying sword flew back, like a rope wrapped around Hua Chang's arm.

Hua Chang stared at Dou Changgong with an ugly face, and one hand gently stroked the corner of his gorgeous clothes, and there were burning marks on it.

A beautiful jade medallion is coming from the place where it is broken.

In just a short period of time, the other party actually bombarded himself.

If he hadn't been cautious, he would have fallen with just one blow, but when he reacted, this one had already killed another Xuan Immortal.

This kind of speed is extremely fast, it is not only speed, but also involves the power of the law.

And it's not a general law, just what is the law of haste and so on, there is absolutely no such horror.

Dou Changgong gently stroked the white bone spear in his hand, staring at the Mao Zhen group of immortals with a flat gaze, seeing that they had joined forces, and each of them raised their own talisman treasures to prevent themselves from being sneak attacked.

The four wings behind him spread, and the white bone spear in his hand was horizontal.

The milky white light in front of Huachang flashed, like a wall rising layer by layer, blocking all directions and firmly protecting Huachang in it.

On the exquisite jade medallion, a line of small characters emerged.

In the thirteenth year of the emperor's reign, Taiwei gave his friend Huachang.

The jade medal is not an immortal product, but it is a mortal product, but because of this text, it is noble and turned into a defensive treasure.

The white bone spear traversed the sky, and had reached the front of Hua Chang, the white bone spear continued to move forward, and from Hua Chang's incredulous gaze, the white bone spear pierced Hua Chang's heart.

A defensive treasure that has not been hindered in any way.

It wasn't that the white bone spear shattered the defensive treasure, but that the two were in different spaces, and the white bone spear perfectly bypassed the space of the defensive treasure, and then suddenly killed.

The white bone spear drooped, and a corpse had already flown away.

Hua Chang's corpse flowed with blood, and began to infect the gorgeous clothes, jade medallions, flying swords and other treasures, each of which turned into meteors and scattered in all directions.

Dou Changgong looked at the Mao Zhen Immortals who were already staring at him vigilantly, and instead of the excitement of killing two Xuan Immortals in a row, he instead showed a look of pain and said, "Why?"

"Why are you so weak?"