"Bang!"

A heavy mass fell, kicking up a cloud of dust. In the deep pit, Situ Ying, who was spurting blood from internal injuries, couldn't care about his injuries, and swallowed a mouthful of blood and hurriedly brought the man on his body up.

"Yuli?"

As soon as she got up, Situ Ying was even more shocked, Yuli, who was supposed to be at home with the child, actually pointed a sword at her man!

"Hurry up and put the Peerless Heaven back in the Thousand Changing Heavenly Monarch, Lang Jun's injury is too serious!"

Yuli is more flustered than Situ Ying, she finally has a peaceful life now, the children are still in infancy, and the marriage is less than half a month, if she does this, how can a widow get it?

"What do you mean?"

"I don't have time to explain to you!

Situ Ying was extremely puzzled, Yuli had already sat Si Quan on the ground, half-hugged it, spread out the man's palm and stabbed it with a sword.

At this time, a sudden change was born, and a ball of white light began to bloom from Si Quan's hand, and suddenly turned into a light cocoon to envelop him.

"He needs some time, and if you can defend him until he succeeds, this war can be over!"

The god-eyed old man was empty-eyed, and he conveyed it to everyone present with a voice that everyone could hear.

"Why are you here? What's going on?"

Situ Ying finally had the space to question, and everyone came over, and they were also puzzled.

"It was Senior Sister who asked me to come, and the Old Man of the Divine Eyes came to our house and said that Lang Jun needed the help of the Heavens to fight against the Blood Spirit Throne. They couldn't leave, so Senior Sister asked me to send Excalibur. ”

"Two swords combined?"

"No! Peerless Heaven is the sword soul of the Thousand Changing Heavenly Monarch, because it is transformed by the woman of the fairy spirit clan, and it just so happens that the senior sister has the blood of the fairy spirit clan, so she recognized the master of the senior sister. After hearing the message from the old man of the gods, the senior sister decided to let her return to the artifact. ”

- The Immortal Clan, a race that is said to inhabit the overseas Immortal Continent, the most beautiful race in the Three Realms!

"Die!"

The two talked for a moment, and the Ganggang killing wind pressed above, and it was Wu Lian who jumped off the throne.

"Stop him!"

After receiving the advice of the god-eyed old man, the emperor and others had hope, and they forcibly supported their crippled bodies to buy time for the power. Seeing that Wu Lian was killed from the sky, Li Yong, Gumo Fengwen and other strong men stepped forward.

"Bang!"

The two sides collided, and the loud noise spread out with the roll of light and shadow, and the bloody storm and strong wind were even worse. A string of figures fell in all directions, half smashed into the ground, half swept away by the storm.

Everyone's hearts sank, now the Blood Spirit King is stronger, but they are exhausted, even if they fight for their lives, they don't know if they can stop it.

However, the situation no longer allowed them to think about it, and no one even paid attention to the struggling Renhuang and the others, and they all roared and rushed towards Wu Lian.

"This is... Thousand Changing Heavenly Monarchs!"

Stopping his hand, Wu Lian subconsciously looked at the place where he felt palpitations, and a white cocoon of light came into view. In an instant, the shadows and pain flowing in the blood exploded instantly, and he, who had already come with hatred, rolled out with hatred.

"Demon, watch and kill!"

Without waiting for the Celebrity, a group of Terran powerhouses rushed forward first, and their last hope was pressed on the Thousand Changing Heavenly Monarch, and the Blood Spirit King would never allow them to suffer losses twice on the same artifact. Since he couldn't be separated, he could only gather the rest of the clansmen.

Like all living beings, ordinary Blood Spirit Clans simply couldn't get within a hundred meters of the Blood Storm, otherwise they would definitely be caught up in it. Those who are convened by Wu Lian are all the strong people in the clan.

Finding that the masters were coming, countless strong people formed a human wall to surround the light cocoon, and even Wang Zishan and others, who had a deep grudge against the white wolf, were desperate to protect each other.

Situ Ying and the two women were guarding the light cocoon, their faces were heavy, and they were surrounded by several layers of human walls, and any of them was a well-known master in the rivers and lakes.

And beyond the human wall, the Blood Spirit Clan who went forward and succeeded came without fear of death. The strongest of the human race are all besieging Wu Lian, or dealing with strong enemies such as the Seven Great Chiefs and the Blood Clan, and the heavy responsibility of leading the human wall falls on Chu Xiu and other heirs.

"Chu Xiu, take the sword!"

Li Yong had already run out of oil, and he passed the Human Emperor Sword to Chu Xiu in the most breath. Chu Xiu didn't care about the old man's injury, took the sword and fought with Wang Zishan and the others, trying his best to resist the compression of the human wall space.

"Ahem! This battle still depends on young people after all!"

Mrs. Huangfu was bloodstained and her breath was weak, lying not far from Li Yong, and she sighed, as if she was holding on to her breath not to fall into the Yellow Spring because she didn't look away.

"I've been preparing for this moment for decades, and I just hate not having a strong opponent. At least Huangquan Road is not lonely!"

"Hehe, you bad old man, you're about to go to the ground, and you still have the heart to say such things?"

"Haha! In front of Yu Yu, I'm much hotter than the young guy!"

"Ahem!

Hearing the ridicule, Mrs. Huangfu coughed up a pool of blood, with a look of remembrance on her face, her mood calmed down, and finally her breath began to fade.

"This time, it's really not lonely!"

For a while, Li Yong found that his heart was unwavering, as if he didn't care about it together, and it was unreal. glanced at the old men of his generation who were on the ground peacefully, and then looked at the battlefield of scuffles and screams, and finally his eyes stopped at the human wall where the three sons were, and his pupils gradually dissipated without joy or sorrow.

On the other side of the storm, the battle between the parties was dark. In the face of the masters of the Holy Domain and the Four Sects headed by the Holy Lord, as well as the powerhouses of the Four Sects, the nine chieftains of the Blood Spirit Clan fought against each other as well as the Thirty-Six Heavenly Xingzi and others of the Blood Clan, but there was no sign of joining forces. In the dense shadow of the wind and sand, as long as it is not your own person, you will bomb indiscriminately.

The sun and the moon hid beyond the nine heavens, and the time was frozen but so long. Batches of life-threatening beings were dumped on the Mountain of Blood and Corpses, and a wave of misery was dead and silent in Miao Miao Bohan.

Seeing the human wall cowering step by step, Situ Ying and the two girls did not blame at all, but mourned in their hearts.

The tired phoenix could not breathe a trace of fireworks, and slumped on the shoulders of its master. The endless blood storm was still rampant, and the roar was about to destroy even the last glimmer of light.

"Oh no! they can't hold on!"

Yuli's heart was heavy, she couldn't see the external situation clearly, but the thinner and thinner human walls revealed the rolling enemy. Chu Xiu and the others were still struggling to support, like a flat boat on the mouth of the wave crumbling.

Huangfu Zefang had already killed red-eyed, and the light of the Emperor's sword was dim. The chaos and rage around are a fatal crisis at every moment. Finally, as he struggled to slay another strong man, a spear pierced his body. Without hesitation, he muffled his screams with rage, slashed his enemy back with a swing of his sword, drew his spear and continued the fight.

Wang Zishan turned into a King Kong giant and danced a few feet away, catching a glimpse of Huangfu Zefang's injury out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't have the slightest intention of helping, nor did he have the slightest chance to help.

Today, perhaps everyone will sleep here forever, it's just a matter of order. Looking around him again, a swarm of enemy powerhouses rushed to kill. I know that he is both qi and cultivated, but there are people who are willing to use their lives to consume his strength.

Prince Mountain was just when he was attacking frantically, and a violent ghost light struck in front of him. He immediately guessed that the other party was one of the nine chiefs, but in the face of this blow, he could not avoid it - a group of strong men in front of him dragged him to death.

So, he gritted his teeth and strengthened the little internal force left, ready to resist this sword stiffly.

"Sonorous!"

Jin Rui's hissing voice sounded, and a golden light flew down. Wang Zishan is in pain. The sword cut off his arm. He also suppressed the pain in his heart with heavy drinking, sealed the blood flow and immediately changed to the wind attribute exercise, and fought fiercely with a hideous face.

Chu Xiu was still brave, but his aura was abnormal, sweeping in all directions like an immortal body. If Si Quan absolutely sees it here, this is being enslaved by the sword intent.

Unfortunately, even so, he still could not escape the fate of the catastrophe. There are several bloody holes around his body, and when the sword intent leaves, he will also return his soul to the earth.

Compared with other battlefields, Ximen Yu and the two are completely alone. The Dire discovered something that made his heart fall into the ice cave: the sword cultivator had no internal strength, and it didn't matter if his strength was exhausted. In other words, as long as Ximen Yu still has a breath, the killing momentum will be as vigorous as ever.

"No matter who you are, today, you can't be left behind!"

Ximen Yu's white clothes soaked in blood at this time are undoubtedly the end of the strong crossbow. The internal force of the Dimur operated, and the fatal wounds on the body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. His murderous intent was like a quality, and the sword he used turned into thousands of tricks that were clearly Ximen Yu's moves, and he went away with a swoop.

I don't know when anyone who has seen Ximen Yu can have an idea: ruthless, indifferent, this is a person who looks down on life and death! So much so that people suspect that he is the reincarnation of the sword god.

Of course, the Heavenly Nightmare will not make a fuss like ordinary people, as a sword cultivator, he just devotes himself wholeheartedly to the sword, pursues the Great Dao and even the legendary Feather Ascending Immortal!

And the current generation, the juniors in front of them are still mortals.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a heavy object fell and smashed next to the light cocoon.

Situ Ying's faces were ugly, the person who fell into the pit was Gu Mo Fengwen, his flesh and blood were blurred, his scales and armor were sparse, and he didn't move for a long time, and it seemed that he couldn't stand up anymore. And there is only the last layer of the human wall left, and they are all strong men who use willpower to urge the broken body to do the last struggle.

"Haha! This time, the artifact won't help you!"

Wu Lian defeated all the besiegers and fell into the human wall, the golden armor was dim and bloodstained, and the blood bulging on his embarrassed and crazy face seemed to be about to explode.

Everyone could see that his body was almost unable to withstand the power of the throne infusion.

"You want to move him unless you step over my corpse. ”

Yuli held the crystal sword in her hand to resist, and Wu Lian glanced at her in amazement: "Like your father, he is a traitor with different hearts." It just so happens that I'll send you to be his companion. ”

"What is it to bully a woman, let's do it again. ”

Situ Ying also planned to let the phoenix, who had recovered a little, take the three of them to escape, and a black shadow rushed out from behind.

Gumo Fengwen, who should have been with them in the same water, actually stood up again.

"Hmph! Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!"

Wu Lian admitted that the power of this black dragon was still above him, but with the power of the throne, the ten black dragons were no match for him. Seeing that his subordinates were still stubbornly resisting, he did not hesitate to stab out another black halberd.

A sharp sound of scorn spreads, and the two bodies of disproportionate size pause.

The claws landed on the golden armor without a trace, and the black halberd was inserted into the heart of the black dragon, and the few black scales continued to spill, gurgling blood out of the sky. Wu Lian's hand stirred, and the cluster of power followed the black halberd into the black dragon's body and wreaked havoc.

This time, the black dragon did not let out any wail, and the moment Wu Lian pulled out the black halberd, he fell to the ground weakly, and his broken wings flapped two flutters of dust.

"Bang!"

Solving the black dragon, Wu Lian Zheng looked at the light cocoon, and a lightning bolt fell in the blood storm, hitting the two women behind them for a long time.

"Ever-changing Heavenly Monarch!"

This rolling thunder shone on the people who were shouting and fighting all around, and this earth-shattering sound seemed to hit their hearts.

In an instant, everyone in the storm stopped and looked over, whether they had seen this artifact or not, and exclaimed the same words. It's as if the memories hidden deep in their veins have been awakened.

Everyone's expressions froze, but Wu Lian's face changed drastically.

As if sensing the challenge of supremacy, the heavenly throne trembled.

"Shiro"

"White wolf!"

The crowd was dumbfounded and instinctively shouted. In the lightning, a figure slowly emerged, wearing silver armor and a battle helmet, holding a white sword and stepping on the light clouds. Situ Ying was overjoyed and pounced, and jumped away because of the cold armor.

"Stand in the back, and I'll do the rest!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, in a trance, Situ Ying found that her husband had changed: cold and arrogant, self-confident, and monstrous power. Subconsciously, she listened to her words and stood behind with Yuli.

- This is exactly what she imagines as a hero of the world!

"I see you're having a good time, how about a few tricks with me?"

As soon as Si Quan spoke, his true nature was undoubtedly revealed. But at this time, no one looked at it with ordinary eyes, but the blood in his heart was surging.

is so breezy and calm, there is no second person in the world!

Compared with the people who want to pray for Si Quan with bated breath, the honest side is in a heavy mood.

- Unexpectedly, it was still succeeded by the other party.

"Huangkou Xiao'er, you are too early to be happy! The power of the Supreme Artifact is beyond your imagination!"

"Really, I'm so excited, how much is it, do you want to sell it?"

"Hmph! How dare you entertain this king!"

Wu Lian was furious, taking Si Quan's smiling face as an insult, and brandished a black halberd lightning attack. As soon as he left, the blood storm lightning flashed and thundered, and Si Quan raised his sword to slash, and he made his debut with thunder and lightning.

The two clashed in an instant, and a dust storm rolled up in the blood storm. Everyone couldn't open their eyes and eyes, and could only hear the wind and thunder in the strong wind.

In the firmament, a torrent of thunder slammed down on the throne. The misty blood cloud of the forest was stirred violently by the King Blood Spirit Seat.

The Blood Spirit Throne was cast from the land of Kyushu, but the Heavenly Monarch of Thousand Transformations was created by the Nine Heavens Divine Xuan. This scene is a contest between heaven and earth.

The bloodstorm swept the two figures into the sky, and the two fought in a hurricane. The people on the ground could barely see the two sides of the thunderbolt battle in the thunderstorm. Silently nervous, holding his breath, suddenly a bloody shadow fell from the sky. Everyone looked shocked: this person is the only one who can not be a cultivator.

"He's dead!"

"Look, it's the Sword God!"

While everyone was shocked and dissipated, they couldn't believe it when they followed the screams.

The blood cloud was high in the sky, Ximen Yu was floating independently, and there was no sword shadow under his feet.

"What's going on?"

At this time, a black cloud overflowed from the blood cloud, just like a flood bursting the embankment. In the same way, thunder and lightning resounded and slashed.

Ximen Yu was unmoved, raised his head to accept the baptism, and everyone was fascinated. In another moment, Ximen Yu's bloody clothes were shattered, and the white light of the flowing feathered clothes was crystal white.

He looked down at the turbulent battlefield, and then glanced at the land of Kyushu in the distance, without any souvenirs, turning into a streamer and dissipating into a demon cloud.

"He's become an immortal?"

Everyone looked at each other, full of horror and disbelief, and the last trace of ink cloud in the sky dissipated, dropping a remnant of thunder that could not be exhausted. The remnants of the thunder are about to disperse, and they can fall on the blood storm.

"Boom!"

Unexpectedly, this residual lightning strike caused a chain reaction in the blood storm, stirring up all the thunderbolts to go berserk in an instant. The crackling does not distinguish between friend and foe, like firecrackers sparking from the sky. Immediately after, two figures flew to the ground with blood and blood.

"White Wolf/King!"

"Shirou/Lang-kun!"

Everyone exclaimed at the same time, these two people who landed on the ground were actually the power and the incorruptible!