The real power of chaos was released from He Jiangxiu's body, and the huge power suddenly penetrated the heavens and the earth, shattering everything.

"Die!" He Jiangxiu roared angrily, his fists burst again, and dozens of divine dragons roared out from behind him, opening the mouth of the blood basin, and directly devouring the three masters.

"Boom!"

He Jiangxiu shouted lightly again, and a strong whirlwind was born under his feet, tigers and tigers, and it seemed that the power of the entire heaven and earth was blessed on He Jiangxiu's body at this time, making He Jiangxiu's breath incomparably majestic and indestructible, like a fortress.

"Not good!" Sanwang Zhenren sensed the strong force released by He Jiangxiu, and wanted to rush forward, but he still shouted, and his fast figure stopped abruptly in the void.

"Don't stay!" At this time, the Xiaoyao Mountain Man let out a roar and said, "This is our last chance!"

"Good!"

Sanwang Zhenren shouted in a low voice, clenched his fists, and projected a sharp divine sword.

Sou!

A divine sword broke through time and space, and collided directly with the divine fist that He Jiangxiu slapped. Immediately afterward, the flames in the sky flew and scattered, circulating in all directions, burning wildly.

"Work together!" "Sanwang Zhenren began to desperately use the vitality in his body, and cast all the spells he had cultivated all his life, and a surging river of vitality gushed out from his fists, engulfing the heavens and the earth.

Bang bang bang!

The vitality released by this person has also transformed into a majestic dragon, with a strong aura and unlimited divine power.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of divine dragon phantoms collided with each other and entangled with each other, producing a huge amount of energy and a destructive aura.

He Jiangxiu attacked with both fists, not missing the slightest opportunity at all, taking advantage of the majestic energy to explode in the void, he turned into a divine light, crossed the sky, and flashed behind the people of Xiaoyao Mountain.

Among the three masters, the strength of the Xiaoyao Mountain people is the weakest.

When these three powerhouses joined forces, they were able to confront He Jiang's correction face. But as long as one of them is broken, the other two will also be killed by He Jiangxiu.

"No! help me!" the mountain man felt the cool air gushing from the back of his neck, and let out a low roar, his pupils dilated, and he looked terrified.

"Hurry!

The Arctic Old Immortal also saw that He Jiangxiu turned into a divine light and flew past him. But He Jiangxiu's speed was too fast, and the Arctic Old Immortal had no chance to stop He Jiangxiu.

He Jiangxiu is a descendant of the Kunlun Demon God, his blood is full of Kunlun blood, and his own breath is completely integrated with the Kunlun Mountain Range. Therefore, in this Kunlun Mountain Range, He Jiangxiu's body speed is extremely fast, and no one can surpass it.

Every grain of dust and every spiritual grass here is closely related to He Jiangxiu's weal and woe.

When the Arctic Old Immortal and the Three Forgotten True Beings reacted, He Jiangxiu had already slapped a punch and violently crushed the top of the Xiaoyao Mountain Man's head.

At that time, endless power erupted from He Jiangxiu's divine fist, like an ancient volcano, which had been silent for hundreds of years, and finally showed its divine power today.

The whistling fist wind, like a flame erupting from a volcano, engulfed everything between heaven and earth in an instant, and even time and space, swept by the fist wind, were reduced to pieces.

The violent fist wind enveloped the body of the Xiaoyao Mountain Man, and the violent fist wind was like a sharp sword, falling on the body of the Xiaoyao Mountain Man, cutting the body of the Xiaoyao Mountain Man.

Thorn la la!

One after another, the wind blades penetrated into the bodies of the Xiaoyao Mountain people, wreaking havoc on the bodies of the Xiaoyao Mountain people, even the dantian and the trick points in the Xiaoyao Mountain people's bodies were not spared.

Bang!

When the three forgotten real people and the Arctic Old Immortal flew to kill, a loud explosion came from the void. I saw that the body of the Xiaoyao Mountain man turned into a cloud of blood mist, and a wisp of white green smoke floated out of the blood mist.

This wisp of white smoke is the soul of the people of Xiaoyao Mountain.

At this time, the white green smoke turned into an evil dragon, swinging two thick dragon claws, and fled into the distance.

"Where to escape!" He Jiangxiu's eyes froze, his divine sense locked on the divine dragon, and with a big hand, he grabbed it and bombarded the long river of thousands of miles!

Rumble!

In the distance, a roaring explosion was immediately heard. The divine dragon that fled into the distance, under the bombardment of He Jiangxiu's divine power, completely turned into smoke and disappeared with the frenzied storm.

"You killed the Loose Mountain Man!"

At this time, Sanwang Zhenren fell in front of He Jiangxiu, looking at the drifting cyan smoke, his eyes widened incredibly.

"It's over, it's over!" On the other side, the old Arctic immortal also said again and again, and his body subconsciously retreated.

He Jiangxiu raised his palm, once again refined the Taixuan Divine Sword and the Kunlun Sword, and said with a cold gaze: "Three Forgotten True People, Arctic Old Immortal, what other magical powers do you have, just use them." This may be the last battle of your life. ”

As He Jiangxiu spoke, his own majestic aura spread out, like a heavenly river, rapidly spreading between the nine heavens, enveloping the entire Kunlun Mountain Range.

Buzz! Buzz!

In the void, there was also a sword groan. Then, the Three Forgotten True Persons and the Arctic Old Immortal saw that around their bodies, there were flying sword qi everywhere, hundreds of thousands.

Now, with the cultivation of the Lingtian realm, He Jiangxiu has launched the Holy Martial Mitian Great Sword Array to the extreme.

One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred divine swords, suspended in the vast space and space, flashed with crystal sword qi, revealing a fierce sword intent.

Each Excalibur has an independent will, no different from that of a Terran monk.

The power displayed by each divine sword was enough to easily kill the masters of the Qianyuan realm.

"Not good. Sanwang Zhenren muttered, his eyelids trembled a little, and even the divine sword in his hand screamed.

This is because the sword intent released by He Jiangxiu is too powerful, and the divine sword in the hands of the three forgotten real people can't bear it, so they can only wail and pray.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The Xiaoyao Mountain people shouted hysterically, calling out to the few remaining disciples of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, and opened their hands and began to tear through time and space, wanting to escape.

"If you want to escape from the Kunlun Mountains, that's impossible!" He Jiangxiu shouted, and the sound wave vibrated and shook the nine heavens.

He Jiangxiu's voice was like thousands of divine thunder, resounding continuously, bombarding the hearts of every monk present.

Immediately, there were some weak monks, whose bodies exploded and turned into blood mist.

The original howling kamikaze suddenly disappeared. The entire time and space, after He Jiangxiu's voice dissipated, also became extremely quiet.

It's the calm before the storm.