"The sky is full of sword qi and overwhelms the galaxy!"

Jian Aoxing shouted, waved his hands, and the aura between heaven and earth suddenly trembled, and then transformed into a terrifying sword qi with great killing power, slashing towards the battle array in front of him.

The invisible sword qi was as hazy as starlight, sometimes dim and sometimes bright, flashing and flashing, and the heads rolled down.

After Immortal Xundao took one hand, he raised it with one hand, stretched out his index finger, and slid quickly in the void, the avenue of heaven and earth echoed with it, and the peerless formation connecting the avenue of heaven and earth spiritual veins continued to solidify, and then turned into a super gossip immortal array, coiled between heaven and earth, as if it existed forever, immortal.

The eight hexagrams of Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui are transformed into heaven and earth, wind, thunder, water, and volcanoes, carrying two yi, three images, four directions and five elements, and the incomparable general trend is against the invincible spirit of tens of millions of imperial armor soldiers.

In addition to the natural killer of Thorn Wuke, who went deep into the depths of the enemy, the second one was Zhao Zhishui.

With a sword in one hand, she turned into a green whirlwind in her green clothes, wantonly sweeping everything that stood in her way.

Whoop!!

The sword qi that was swung out was hundreds of zhang long, and the battle array of 10,000 people couldn't bear it a few times before it collapsed. Zhao Zhishui walked in a straight line, and everywhere he went, no one survived, and there was a short vacancy, just like an arrow with infinite power and endless power flew into the river, going upstream, splitting all the blocked water.

The left hand of the Buddha is placed in the shape of a palm on the chest, and the right hand continues to shoot out the Buddha Gate Fearless Seal and other profound palm techniques, the golden light shines, and it is extremely brilliant. Every time he palmed, it was like a Tarzan striking, sweeping away all the enemies in front of him. However, he does not have a strong killing intent, he does not deliberately kill him, and whether he can persist in surviving depends on luck.

Murong Yuanhe, as a Taoist of the Dao Palace, is not domineering and violent, but is well versed in Tai Chi Yin and Yang, and his strength is soft. But if you only talk about killing power, it is not inferior to the Immortal Sword Gate and the Thorn Dome Pavilion.

The Taoist robe shakes, one gas turns into three clear, one force turns into three forces, the Taoist boxing method is fine but not mixed, one punch down, it is a landslide and the ground cracks, hundreds of armor soldiers have to retreat, all seriously injured.

The seemingly weak body of the barbarian dragon contains the power to make people despair.

As soon as he punched down, his body flew up, like a straight line, directly through the thousand-foot enemy battle array, and all the armor soldiers on this line were killed on the spot, and no one could survive such a domineering and powerful fist.

Among them, there is an eight-rank master in the hidden army, and when the time comes, he wants to sneak attack. When he thought his time had come, his figure teleported directly behind the brute dragon, and then raised his right hand and slashed at his neck with a slanted palm.

With the exact timing and the elusive body method, it seems that the sneak attack is about to succeed, and the brute dragon will be smashed on the spot with one palm. The brute dragon smiled at the corner of his mouth, and then turned around abruptly, staring at the old man who had cultivated eight grades.

The old man smiled coldly, and thought to himself: You have only reacted now, it is too late.

But the next moment, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't blink. The dragon's right fist pierced through his chest, and the two fingers of his left hand pierced into the center of his forehead.

Until the moment he died, he still didn't understand why he failed so much, when it was so good, it was obvious that he could succeed. He underestimated the reflexes and speed of the Nine Rank Peak Martial Artist, or rather, the meaning of the term Nine Rank Peak Martial Artist.

In another eye-catching place on the crowded but orderly battlefield, two rays of light flashed continuously, and the breath of ice and fire shook the heavens and the earth.

Huo Xiangfan and the demon demon teamed up to perform exercises, one is the descendant of the Fire God Temple, and the other is the young palace master of the Ice God Palace, the two exercises are diametrically opposed, but they can be combined and turn decay into magic, because this supreme practice is one, but thousands of years ago they were separated by an accident, and were divided by the first hall master of the Fire God Temple and the first palace master of the Ice God Palace, it is said that the two were still brothers and sisters back then, and they had a close relationship, but because of this exercise, they formed a grudge, and this grudge has lasted for thousands of years, until now.

Both of them are peerless, and their respective exercises are already extremely powerful, they are already very invincible, and now they are combined into one, and they are even more invincible in the world.

"Ice and Fire, Dragon and Phoenix!"

An ice-blue ice phoenix and a fire dragon spitting fire breath soared into the air, and the dragon's chant and phoenix roared around the heavens and the earth, and the two extremes of extreme cold and extreme flame were mixed together, bursting out with miraculously powerful abilities.

As soon as a complete 10,000-strong battle array advanced forward, it was frozen into ice, and then turned into a large cloud of mist by the scorching breath, which dissipated between heaven and earth.

The terrifying picture, the cruel methods, the caster did not blink, and the rest of the imperial armor soldiers who saw this scene did not blink. In this battlefield of life and death, no one retreats, no one fears, people fight hard, strive not to die, even if they die, they have to consume the enemy's strength before they die.

More than 10,000 Imperial armor soldiers became more and more brave as they fought, their expressions became more and more excited, their eyes became more and more red, and their bloodshot eyes never knew what death was.

"Looks like I'm going to have to do it myself. ”

In the rear of the battle array, beside the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wilderness Empire, a middle-aged man in purple with a long figure spoke lightly.

"I'm tired. ”

The Imperial Son nodded.

The demon ancestor didn't ramble anymore, he took a step directly, walked through the sky, and took his three personal disciples who were already in the nine-rank realm, crossed the battle array, and rushed to the place where there were strong people in the rivers and lakes.

However, before they could catch up in the air, the four of them stopped and hung in the air.

Three old men suddenly appeared in the air.

"Dao Ancestor, Buddha, and Holy Ancestor, come well, there is a battle in the sky! The grievances and grievances between the human race and the demon race thousands of years ago should also be understood! The Demon Ancestor of the West Pole is dead, the Demon Ancestor of the Eastern Regions is dead, and the Demon Ancestor of the Southern Barbarian is retiring, and my Demon Ancestor of the Northern Wilderness will come today for the demon clan of the world, and ask the saints of the human race a good question, and see who has a higher reason between you and me!"

When the Demon Ancestor saw the person coming, he recognized the identity of the person at a glance, his expression was still confident and flat, and then he took the three disciples who had achieved cultivation and flew directly to the sea of clouds in the sky.

The patriarchs of the three sects, who had disappeared for thousands of years, actually appeared together, which can be described as a powerful formation!

Even the four imperial sons raised their heads slightly, staring at the three legends of the human race.

In the air, the Holy Ancestor in an ancient Confucian shirt raised his head and smiled, "I'm not good at fighting, you two go, you should be able to deal with those four people." I will be responsible for guarding this battlefield to prevent any young Jianghu Tianjiao from dying. ”

The Buddha and the Dao Ancestor nodded, without words, and their figures disappeared and went to the sea of clouds in the sky.

They are all cultivators at the peak of the Nine Grades, the four masters and apprentices of the Demon Clan, one is at the peak of the Nine Grades, and three are at the Ninth Rank Realm, so they are not to be feared. Even if you can't win, you won't lose a lot. As saints who have lived for thousands of years, their sages and teachings are known to everyone in the world, but their combat power is rarely known.

"Today, let's be people in the rivers and lakes once. The first and last time......" The Confucian Holy Master looked at the imperial armor soldiers who kept dying, and sighed slightly, dark compassion, but then regained his calm.

"After this battle, we are no longer saints. Everyone is a saint, but no one is a saint, so how can we be qualified to occupy this title? After the three sects, we will also withdraw from the rivers and lakes! It is good to concentrate on learning and asking, what is the significance of right and wrong in fighting, killing and killing?"

With that, the Holy Ancestor turned his head slightly, his gaze a little complicated to look at the center of the largest battlefield in history.

There was still an open space, and there was a person standing in the middle, because there were several legendary powerhouses fighting around, so the Imperial Iron Cavalry could not storm it for the time being.

That person was Chu Chou, he still stood there silently alone with his hands on his sleeves.