A chaotic sword light, a sword sound of the Immortal, pierced the sky and cut through the chaos.

It attracted everyone's attention.

The chaotic sword light is a synthesis of four sword lights, and the sound of the Zhuxian sword is the combination of the sound of the primordial qin.

In the past year, in the Zhuxian Array, the Yuan Shi Tianzun was in charge of the Pangu Banner and also fell into the formation, and a chaotic sword light required the Pangu Banner to send out three chaotic sword qi to break it.

In the past years, in the Zhuxian array, Shiji made a song of Zhuxian, and combined with the four swords of Zhuxian, almost making the Yuan Shi Tianzun and the two saints robbed.

Today's stone rock is not the stone rock of 600 years ago, and today's treasure is not the treasure of 600 years ago.

Although the red sperm Qingxu was cut three flowers and closed five qi in the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, which damaged the foundation, but this battlefield of gods and demons gave them a glimmer of life, and the ancestors who could not advance an inch had hope, and they also had hope, they had been in charge for six hundred years to kill immortals and trap immortals in and out of the battlefield of gods and demons, and kill the enemy together, and they had their own tacit understanding.

Compared to six hundred years ago, Duobao, Wudang, Turtle Spirit, and Dark Cloud had enough time to run-in with the four swords of Zhuxian.

Today's Duobao is in the middle, Shiji Fuqin, there is already a twenty-seven heavens in the Zhuxian array today, and three powers, at this time, the sword is out, the stone is shattered, the extraterritorial gods and demons turn back and die, bow their heads and suffer death, chaos is broken, gods and demons are broken, the chaos of that sword, the sword sound of that sword, as if it is eternal brilliance, leaving only blood and dead silence, the whole chaos is cold for a moment, even the lord of the big world like Jiuchen is also palpitating and chilling.

It is the bell of the Eastern Emperor Bell that seems to have been pierced in an instant, the bell can't suppress the sword sound, the space can't fix the sword light, the sword sound is immortal, the sword light is chaotic, today the god is punished and the demon is punished, it can't be stopped, the god blocks and kills the god, and the demon blocks and kills the demon.

Whoever is before the sword will be killed.

This is Zhu Xian.

Today's Zhu Xian.

The gods and demons in the battlefield of gods and demons are cold, the immortals in the desolation are excited, the four sword tablets that pass through the sky, and the four sword gates that punish the immortals, who dares to enter?

"Kill!"

The battlefield of gods and demons began a counteroffensive and suppression.

The gods and demons retreated in all directions like a tide, avoiding the Zhongtian Battlefield, which seemed to be no different from the previous recklessness when they killed from all directions to the Zhongtian Battlefield.

The little sword demon sneered, and disappeared to the top of the peak in an instant, chasing down the world lords who had besieged her.

Shi Zhen also left the little cicada Shen Gong Leopard to kill, but he didn't dare to go too far, he just went out to find a few innate gods and demons to solve his hunger.

The little cicada Shen Gongbao glanced at each other, and did not run back, but turned around and chased and killed, the skull mountain vein, these two saw the wind and made the rudder's speed really not ordinarily fast.

After recovering a little, the bear began to lead the fierce beast clan and the Grim Reaper clan to run a murderous array to eliminate the gods and demons that fell into the array.

One by one, the great powers of heaven and earth stepped out of the big array, and one by one the Great Luo Jin Immortals began to clean up the snow in front of their doors.

One by one, the immortals shouted with red eyes to kill, kill, merit, kill, soldier, kill, avenue.

Isn't that what they're here for? If you don't fight at this time, when will you fight?

The eastern dragon roared loudly, the southern phoenix roared for nine days, and the western demon roared: "Avenge the ancestor!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

Here, there is no blood feud for that race.

In the past, I had to grit my teeth and endure it if I had a grudge, but now, if I don't kill all these mongrels, I'm sorry for the dead clansmen, and I'm sorry for myself.

Oriental Immortal Mountain, Yuan Shi Tianzun summoned the South Pole and the Yellow Dragon to give the Pangu flag, the Antarctic Immortal Weng as a great disciple of the teaching, the cultivation is not under the treasure, the Yellow Dragon is already a half-step power, and his mana is even more powerful than anyone else.

By him and the Antarctic Immortal Weng, a senior power, wielding the Pangu Flag, they can exert at least two or three percent of their power.

The gods and demons who fled to the east met the two brothers of the Antarctic Immortal Weng and Huang Long, who were armed with weapons of great destruction.

The gods and demons who fled to the south, Feng Zu would not be polite to them.

The gods and demons who fled west first encountered the Queen Mother, and then were killed by the crazy demons.

Only the gods and demons who fled to the north were safe.

Bypass Buzhou Mountain, avoid the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, the Northern Underworld Battlefield, there is no one, and the master is not there.

Chang'e took a step forward and landed almost at the same time as Kunpeng, with a broken arrow stuck in between them, faintly affecting the flow of time around them.

At first glance, you can see that it is an incredible thing.

Chang'e didn't move, and Kunpeng didn't move, neither did they take that tangible step forward.

Chang'e was very calm, Kunpeng frowned, and said, "The moon god wants to fight with me?"

Chang'e didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

Kunpeng's eyes turned cold, and he said coldly: "The moon god should not make mistakes. ”

Here, he called her a moon god, it was to give her face, but it was just to give her face, this is not a flood wilderness, let alone a Taiyin star, if she is not interested, then don't blame him Kunpeng for not giving her a good color.

"Oh?"

There was one more person beside Chang'e, and a sound of oh was very intriguing, and people looked at Kunpeng with a smile, which meant even more.

Anger appeared in Kunpeng's cold eyes, but he suppressed it again, and Kunpeng suppressed his voice and said, "Youmeng, the matter here has nothing to do with you, I advise you not to interfere." ”

"It has nothing to do with me?" Granny Meng raised her hand and smiled, but unfortunately Fanghua is old, and there is no ancient red face and enchantment, what remains is only the mottled and kindness left to her by the years, and there is only kindness, but this moment......

The old lady seemed to have forgotten her age, and scratched her head a little, but ...... is also kind, it should be regarded as kind, the old lady said kindly: "I also like this thing, now, do you say it has anything to do with me or not?"

"Dream!" Kunpeng's voice rose from a low to a high level.

Granny Meng gouged out her ears and said, "I can hear it, don't be so loud." ”

"Do you have to go against me?" said Kunpeng's voice.

"Didn't I say it, I like it too, and I want it, or you give me a face, I remember your favor. ”

Mother-in-law Meng smiled and smiled, but Kunpeng's face was dark.

He didn't do it because he didn't have a chance of winning.

Chang'e stood there quietly, without saying a word, it was her attitude.

She won't back down.

Kunpeng's face was gloomy, and Granny Meng was happy.

The three were at a stalemate.

With a shock, the three of them raised their heads, the Eastern Emperor Zhong retreated, Hongxia hidden, and the Tsing Yi swordsman who traveled far away with his sword and returned to kill the enemy went away.

Xuanhuang fell, he didn't want the tower, but he took it.

He once again escaped into the chaos with one person and one sword, he reached the sky, and one sword was enough.

The Xuanhuang Pagoda fell into the Dao Palace, and the thing returned to its original owner.

The Dao Palace is as quiet as ever.

The gods and demons at the bridge of the world are receding like a tide, and many worlds are about to change their masters.

For a long time to come, many worlds would silently lick their wounds.

The old man who carried the three thousand worlds on his shoulders still never stopped.

He walked one step, he was one step closer to the flood wilderness, he walked very slowly, slowly, I don't know if the world is too heavy, or he is too old.

But as long as he doesn't stop, he will come back one day.