He Jiangxiu's Heavenly Divine Fist burst out, like a scorching sun, blasted into time and space.

Countless parallel worlds exploded in front of He Jiangxiu's eyes and disappeared. The peaks that were as black as ink also crumbled one after another under the bombardment of He Jiangxiu's divine fist and turned into smoke and dust.

However, just as the sand and rocks were flying, a black shadow suddenly rushed out.

At this time, He Jiang was immersed in a powerful force, silently feeling the power of the Heavenly Divine Fist, and did not feel the appearance of this black shadow at all.

When this black shadow appeared, immediately after, a series of black shadows jumped out of the void crack and quickly formed a mysterious formation, blocking He Jiangxiu in the center in an instant.

"What person!" At this time, He Jiangxiu also reacted, hurriedly released his divine sense, and glanced at the surrounding time and space.

Among the dozens of black shadows, a monk wearing a golden Taoist robe appeared.

On the golden robe worn by this monk, a large character like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing is embroidered with gold thread - God!

He Jiangxiu recognized at a glance that these monks were actually masters in the Protoss!

"Are you He Jiangxiu, a Chosen One?" the golden-clothed monk asked aloud, holding a golden dragon-shaped divine sword in his hand.

He Jiangxiu's gaze did not fall on this monk, but on the dragon-shaped divine sword in the monk's hand.

"Jiuyang Tianji Sword?" He Jiangxiu muttered to himself.

Before, the third prince that He Jiangxiu met also had a Jiuyang Tianji Sword in his hand.

However, the Nine Yang Tianji Sword in the hands of this golden-clothed monk was obviously just a fake. But even so, this divine sword still exuded a strong force and pure sword intent.

The golden-clothed monk was a little surprised, and said coldly: "I didn't expect you to recognize the Jiuyang Tianji Sword. Do you know who we are?"

"Are you the Protoss?" He Jiangxiu asked rhetorically, subconsciously taking a step back.

The golden-clothed monk in front of him, although his cultivation was only in the Gangtian realm, he was the god race after all, the most mysterious race in the heavens and ten thousand worlds, which made He Jiangxiu jealous.

"That's right. "Now that you know who we are, do you want to do it yourself, or do you wait for us to do it?"

He Jiangxiu restrained his breath and asked in a low voice, "You Protoss, why do you want to be embarrassed by me?"

The golden-robed monk shouted contemptuously, "I don't want to explain anything about a dead man. ”

With that, the golden-clothed monk stepped up and flew down in front of He Jiangxiu, less than five steps away from He Jiangxiu's closeness.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a divine sword let out a low sword roar, which hit He Jiangxiu's throat.

"Just you people, you want to kill me too?" He Jiangxiu shook his head, sneered, and with a shock of his hands, the Taixuan Divine Sword and the Kunlun Sword spun up.

"Haha!" Seeing He Jiangxiu raise his double swords, the golden-clothed monk couldn't help but smile and said loudly: "Boy, we have been ambushed here for a long time. That Black Water Dragon Snake King is just a bait to lure you out! Now that you are trapped by my Immortal Prison Array, you can't escape even if you have wings!"

The golden-clothed monk shouted lightly, and the tip of the Jiuyang Tianji Sword exuded a pure divine aura.

Buzz!

The invisible sword intent was vented from the Jiuyang Tianji Sword, and it immediately converged into a large lake of sword qi in front of the golden-clothed monk, and disappeared towards He Jiangxiu.

The golden-clothed monk began to show his true cultivation, and the surging aura continued to rise, and he actually crossed the level of the Gangtian realm in one step, and reached the Lintian realm, only one step away from being promoted to the heavenly realm.

At this time, above the sky, there was a cloud of black gas. In the midst of the black air, there stood a middle-aged man in a black robe. Next to the middle-aged man, there was also an old man.

That middle-aged man was none other than the Holy Zhai God Emperor. That old man was an elder in the Protoss, and he had quite a status.

"Sheng Zhai, can the Daxu God King alone deal with that kid?" the old man's eyes widened, and a divine sense projected.

The Holy Zhai Divine Emperor said: "That kid does have some means. It was not easy for the Great Divine King to kill him. However, we don't have to rush to make a move. Now, the people of the Great War Dynasty must be hiding around, wanting to make a profit. We can't afford to let the people of the Great War Dynasty take advantage. ”

"Yes. The old man nodded.

Under the void, He Jiangxiu completely fought with the golden-clothed monk.

He Jiangxiu was quite surprised by the strength of the golden-clothed monk, but the golden-clothed monk was the same, when he was the first to fight with He Jiangxiu, the original smug look immediately disappeared without a trace.

This also made the golden-clothed monk hesitate, with his strength in the Heavenly Realm, whether he could successfully kill He Jiangxiu.

"Your strength is a bit beyond my expectations. The golden-clothed monk whispered in He Jiangxiu's ear, but the golden-clothed monk knew that He Jiangxiu's strength was strong, and he only passed by He Jiangxiu, and did not engage in hand-to-hand combat with He Jiangxiu.

Rao is golden-clothed monk has the strength of the Lintian realm, and he is not He Jiangxiu's opponent in terms of strength, and He Jiangxiu's 10 million dragon power is an unchallengeable existence in the eyes of all Lintian realm monks.

He Jiangxiu also knows his advantages very well, since the golden-clothed monk dares to challenge himself, he must be prepared, He Jiangxiu does not dare to be careless, he attacks with two fists, and every punch is full of strength.

The golden-clothed monk flashed left and right, not confronting He Jiangxiu head-on, his body was extremely flexible, and he thought that he had practiced his own cultivation to the state of Dacheng.

He Jiangxiu's heavy fist fell, and seeing that he couldn't catch the figure of the golden-clothed monk at all, he simply gave up, attracted the Taixuan Divine Sword and the Kunlun Sword, and outflanked the golden-clothed monk backwards.

Whoosh!

Just when the two divine swords broke away from He Jiangxiu's hands and transformed into a cyan dragon, appearing behind the golden-clothed monk, another sword light flashed in front of the golden-clothed monk, which was the Great War Divine Sword.

The golden-clothed monk had long known that He Jiangxiu had three divine swords, and when He Jiangxiu only urged the Taixuan Divine Sword and the Kunlun Sword, the golden-clothed monk was already wary of the appearance of He Jiangxiu's other divine sword, and now the three divine swords appeared at the same time, not only did not deter the golden-clothed monk, but the golden-clothed monk calmed down.

"Haha, you've finally used all your means!" the golden-clothed monk shouted, his body did not retreat, but advanced, his arms spread, shaking into two big dragons in the void, and between his arms, there was a large machete swinging, slashing out flames, and heading towards He Jiangxiu.

"If you think this is all I do, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed!" He Jiangxiu also stepped forward, facing the machete urged by the golden-clothed monk, He Jiangxiu slapped his palm, and a cyan streamer flew out of his sleeve robe.

It is the Sanqing Xuanlantern.