"Dark Devil Covers the Sky!"

When the cyan short sword flew down, Su Qianye also unfolded the black magic umbrella in his hand, resisting the strangulation and impact of the sword qi with all his might.

Then, Su Qianye's body turned, jumped quickly, and in an instant, he flew hundreds of steps and came directly in front of Yan Ziyun.

"Die!" Su Qianye's face showed a fierce look, and with a slap of his hands, his huge palm slammed into the protective qi that Yan Ziyun had stretched out. Immediately after, countless sword qi fell from the sky and attacked, as if it was a spiritual rain, densely packed.

Yan Ziyun exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly flew back. But behind it, several rays of light and shadow flew up, and it was the eight Taixuanmen Holy Sons.

These eight holy sons, each of them is a genius of the heavens, a genius among geniuses, who have been dormant in the Taixuanmen for decades, painstakingly cultivating the Dao Law, and it can be said that they have sharpened a sword in ten years.

Immediately, the eight Holy Sons formed a huge battle array, sealing the smoke and purple clouds in it. Each of the Holy Sons' faces showed a fierce color, and each of them urged a strange treasure.

The first Son urged out a slender whip. The whip was covered with white hair, like the tail of a ferocious beast.

Syllable!

The whip swept and struck on the protective qi stretched out by Yan Ziyun, but it was just a matter of breathing and breaking through Yan Ziyun's defense.

"Ahh

However, Yan Ziyun has been wandering in the heavens and worlds for a long time, although she is a woman, she is calm and decisive and alert. Now they are fighting, and they are not under men.

Yan Ziyun quickly calmed down his nervous mood and took out a bronze mirror from his arms.

This seemingly ordinary bronze mirror is actually a medium-grade holy weapon, which contains a mystery, specializing in restraining flying swords and other offensive and killing weapons.

While!

I heard a crisp sound stirring in the void, and the slender whip struck the bronze mirror.

Click!

What the Holy Son didn't expect was that his "Pure Yang Whip" actually broke open and turned into a ball of powder.

You must know that the Pure Yang Whip urged by this Holy Son is an ancient treasure, ranking among the middle-grade holy weapons, and it is only one step away from transforming into a high-grade holy weapon.

This whip is also the strongest magic weapon that this Holy Son has, and it will not be urged until the critical moment.

However, when the whip struck the bronze mirror of the smoky purple cloud, it immediately shattered, turned into smoke and dust, and vanished.

"Poof!" Immediately, the Holy Son also spat out a mouthful of blood arrows and flew upside down.

"Haha!" Yan Ziyun smiled, withdrew the bronze mirror, and glanced at it, with a hint of malice in his eyes.

The other seven holy sons, seeing that Yan Ziyun had urged this treasure, no longer hesitated, and rushed up one after another with their own treasures.

"Let's go up together and destroy this woman. ”

"That bronze mirror should also be an ancient treasure, whoever snatches it is theirs!"

The seven Holy Sons roared, each running their treasures, and slaughtered towards the smoke and purple clouds.

Suddenly, seven treasures fell on top of the Smoke Purple Cloud's head, and all of them bloomed with brilliance, enveloping the Smoke Purple Cloud.

However, Yan Ziyun was not afraid, and raised the bronze mirror, blocking the impact of the divine light of the seven treasures.

"Nine Hell Dragon King Ding!"

Another Son flew up and landed in the air, his arms stretched out, his head shaking, and he turned into three heads and six arms.

The treasure that this Son urged was a treasure tripod. This treasure tripod is incomparably tall, surrounded by nine black dragons, and its momentum is mighty, like a high mountain.

Streams of black gas poured out from this dragon king's ding, condensed into a sharp blade, flipped and strangled, and slammed into the bronze mirror.

Jingle Bell!

A series of crisp sounds resounded above the bronze mirror.

The seemingly sturdy bronze mirror actually trembled, as if it was about to collapse.

Yan Ziyun's eyes sank, and he immediately stirred up two vitality and instilled them into the bronze mirror.

However, the pressure that Yan Ziyun has to bear is far from the maximum.

"Suppression!"

The second Son, with a wild roar, grabbed the camera with his big hand, and wielded a flaming war knife.

This holy son did not use this war knife to kill, but used the back of the war knife to directly suppress Yan Ziyun. The power of this sword was not under the Nine Hell Dragon King's Ding, which was like a high mountain.

When the war knife fell, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of Yan Ziyun's mouth.

In Yan Ziyun's eyes, bloodshot lines also appeared, his face became pale as paper, and the vitality he breathed out also became intermittent.

"Haha!"

The third Son let out a loud laugh, and waved a banner vigorously, creating a mighty wind.

Gusts of wind blew towards the smoke and purple clouds, as if they were about to blow the smoke and purple clouds.

The smoky purple clouds wrapped in the wind were even more suffering, green tendons burst out on the slender arms, and cyan blood appeared on the forehead, as if they were about to burst.

"Dead and dead!"

The fourth disciple also made a move at this time. What he urged was a huge golden rao, and when he struck it with a big hand, the golden rao made a loud sound.

Jin Rao's voice entered Yan Ziyun's ears and penetrated into her soul, which immediately made Yan Ziyun in a trance.

Whoa!

At the moment when Yan Ziyun's expression was in a trance, the flame war knife tore through the defense of the bronze mirror.

The Nine Prisons Dragon King Ding also followed closely and directly suppressed Yan Ziyun's body.

"Kill, kill, kill!" At this time, the fifth disciple also unleashed his vitality without pity, urging nine silver flying needles to stab at the key points on Yan Ziyun's body.

"Go!"

The sixth disciple threw out a large net, which was covered in the air, making Yan Ziyun unable to move.

When the big net was under the cover, the seventh disciple also quickly made a move, his sleeve robe trembled, and he poured a majestic vitality into a towering stone tablet.

This tall stone monument is a hundred feet long, with a smooth surface and spotless appearance.

On the front of the stele, there are two big characters carved with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing - Fengshen!

Monument to the gods!

This is a treasure of the fairy world.

Bang!

Hearing a loud bang, the Sealing God Monument slammed down and landed on top of Yan Ziyun's head, releasing an invisible energy that isolated Yan Ziyun from the outside world.

Yan Ziyun, who could not absorb the vitality of the outside world, was even more difficult to support alone, and in the face of the attack and killing of the seven supreme treasures, he came to the point of running out of oil and drying up.

"I advised you not to interfere. You brought it upon yourself to come to this end. ”

At this moment, Su Qianye walked in front of Yan Ziyun and slowly raised the divine sword in his hand.

At this time, Yan Ziyun no longer had the slightest strength to fight back, and he used all his strength to support the protective qi and resist the suppression of the treasures of the seven holy sons.

Su Qianye shook his head slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, he urged the divine sword in his hand to move.

"Die!" Su Qianye roared viciously, and with a slap of his palm, the divine sword immediately attacked.

Rumble!

However, at the moment when Su Qianye slapped the divine fist, a black light fell from the sky.

This black light, Su Qianye's divine sword collided, and it burst out with devastating power in an instant. Then, Su Qianye's divine sword was knocked out.

Boom Boom! Boom Boom!

Then, in the sky, there was a continuous sound of explosions.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this violent sound.

Above the sky, a white vortex appeared.

Beneath the white whirlpool, stood a determined figure.

Everyone really saw that in the center of the white vortex, the outline of the Heavenly Dao Gate appeared.

At this time, the gate of the Heavenly Dao had been completely opened, and the surging power of the immortal realm gushed out from it.

The door of the Heavenly Dao is opened, and the realm of heaven is completed.

He Jiangxiu stepped into the realm of heaven.