Ye Xiaodie and Yang Jian are like frozen sculptures, quietly closed between their fists and palms, but with the two of them as the center, a hundred meters away is undulating, and the mountains are shaking.

The fire at the city gate still affected the pond fish, not to mention the fight between the gods, at the beginning of the period, there were bold aborigines hiding in the distance and watching from afar, but after Ye Xiaodie and Yang Jian completely broke out, those aborigines who dared to steal their art never went back, in fact, not only them, but also more aborigines of the heavenly realm have been killed in the battle between Ye Xiaodie and Yang Jian, the battle between the two people has spread widely, and no one under the immortal god realm has been spared.

Feeling that the life around him was gradually disappearing, the faces of Shen Qian, Shen Kuo and the others appeared in front of Ye Xiaodi's eyes.

"They are far away, they should be spared!"

Ye Xiaodie thought silently in his heart, but his body was extremely honest.

"That's it!"

Closing his eyes and sighing, Ye Xiaodi suddenly withdrew all his strength, and Yang Jian's punch that pierced Changhong directly smashed Ye Xiaodie deep into the ground, and it was difficult to find a trace.

Standing for a while in the place where Ye Xiaodi disappeared, Yang Jian rose into the sky again, and the cloak behind him was still hunting, blocking the sky as far as Hua Jieyu and Wu Xi's eyes could reach.

"Lord!"

Wu Xiyou shouted hurriedly, but where Ye Xiaodi disappeared, he didn't give Wu Xiaoyou any response.

"Restrain your emotions. ”

A broken knife stood in front of Wu Xiyou, and since he fought from the underworld to the human world and then to the heavenly realm, this was the first time that Hua Jieyu spoke to Wu Xiyou.

"The king humiliates the ministers to death, but before he dies, he has to pull a few people who are He Wei's style!"

Hua Jieyu looked at Yang Jian and Nezha, when they were in the underworld, they had a few battles without a win, and now Yang Jian's cultivation in the heavenly realm has recovered a lot, but he has also grown a lot, and the victory or defeat is not scored, so what about life and death?

"I'll help you when I kill that giant spirit god and pestilence, be careful yourself!"

Wu Xiyou finally listened to half of Hua Jie's words, but she didn't listen to the words after that, and rushed towards the giant spirit god and the plague with a sickle, indiscriminately, caught a Wu Xiyou and started to fight directly, but it caught the giant spirit god and the plague a little unprepared.

Hua Xie Yu smiled and blocked Wu Xiyou behind him, what the smile on his face meant, he knew it when he was fighting.

"I'll play with you!"

Yang Jian didn't mean to make a move, just stared at the place where Ye Xiaodi disappeared, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, but Nezha raised the fire-tipped spear and directly met Hua Jieyu, and the three heads and six arms also greeted Mo Xue by the way!

Mo Xuejiu's face was confused, not to mention whether Ye Xiaodi was dead or alive, but it was the fight that was going on now, and he hadn't expressed his position yet!

I wanted to explain to Yang Jian and Nezha that the relationship between me and Ye Xiaodi was a pure cooperative relationship, and it was not as solid as they imagined, but all this changed after Nezha's three-flavor true fire burned Mo Xue's ass!

There are three points of fire on the mud bodhisattva, and the rabbit bites when it is in a hurry, not to mention that Mo Xue, a fierce beast that can be traced back to ancient times, no longer talks nonsense, Mo Xue shook his saliva and began to chase Nezha to bite.

"Ye Xiaodie, how long do you have to pretend to be dead underground!"

Yang Jian's voice even caused everyone's eardrums to hurt, and in the reverberation of Yang Jian's voice, Ye Xiaodi also rose to the sky!

The clothes will inevitably be somewhat damaged, Ye Xiaodi is suspended in the air, and his body gradually turns into the color of glass, and dark war patterns appear on the glass.

Wu Xiyou and Hua Jieyu's faces showed smiles again, especially Hua Jieyu, for him, it is good to be immortal!

"Why does your master always have to be beaten up first, and this momentum will soar to a terrifying level?"

Mo Xue's face also snickered, with Ye Xiaodi here, he had a lot of strength left.

"Our master! I never won when I was full of blood, I never lost when I was full of blood, and the more blood I had, the more powerful the wave became!

Hua Jieyu looked at Ye Xiaodie's back, smiling, she had never seen it before, but she had already been fascinated.

Hua Jieyu's technique of talking to Mo Xue was almost stabbed out of a blood hole by a shot from Nezha. But it took Xie Yu to restrain his mind, and when he was about to fight with Nezha for another 300 rounds, he found that Nezha was just a false shot just now, and then went straight to Ye Xiaodi to stab.

Bite!

Nezha's fire-tipped spear seemed to be stuck on a steel plate, stopping between Ye Xiaodi's two fingers, and it was difficult to move forward a bit.

There is no need for superfluous tacit understanding, as early as when Nezha made a move, Yang Jian also made a move, and the three-pointed two-edged knife had already slashed into the cross star held by Ye Xiaodie's right hand when Ye Xiaodi stopped Nezha's fire-tipped spear.

Blood fell down Ye Xiaodie's arm, and Ye Xiaodie, who became expressionless, was still indifferent to this.

"Flesh and blood is not a divine weapon after all, even if you have cultivated the Immovable Hades Sutra, but your Ye Xiaodi is still just a mortal body of flesh, this time it is you who are holding it up!"

Nezha stared at Ye Xiaodi, this guy seemed to have turned into a wooden man just now, and he didn't know if he could understand his words now.

In fact, Nezha didn't wait for Ye Xiaodi to answer, and after stopping for a moment, Nezha withdrew and killed Hua Jieyu and Mo Xue who rushed over. Fighting against Ye Xiaodi, he only got a little sweetness, how could he be intervened by Hua Jieyu and Nine-headed Roar!

Nezha withdrew to block Hua Jieyu and Mo Xue, Yang Jian also changed his moves at the same time, and then one after another, Ye Xiaodi was pressed and beaten by Yang Jian all the way down, until it was close to the ground, and the invincible sword array in the world made Yang Jian a little more afraid of Ye Xiaodie.

However, what is a headache is that Ye Xiaodi seems to just need this sword formation to give himself a chance to breathe, and he does not intend to use him to really fight the enemy. A bad premonition climbed into Yang Jian's heart, jumping left and right, making Yang Jian upset.

Ye Xiaodie's eyes turned to the three-pointed two-edged knife in Yang Jian's hand, and in the cold light, the blade was still stained with his own blood.

"Weapons?"

Ye Xiaodi muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

The Taibai Eight Swords earlier were given to Li Wuwu, and the Great Dragon Magpie was given to Leng Qing, and then the Qingzhu Sword was destroyed in the Demon Realm, and the broken sword was also lent to Hua Jieyu, and he fought with Yang Jian, the god of war in the Heavenly Realm, empty-handed, no matter how you look at it, it is a little shabby.

"How's this?"

Everyone saw Ye Xiaodie's lips squirm before, but no one heard what Ye Xiaodi was saying, this time everyone heard it, but they didn't know what it meant, how did this go? Not only Nezha and the Giant Spirit God, but even Hua Jieyu and Wu Xiyou's hearts were muttering.

But soon, Ye Xiaodi personally solved the puzzle. Stretching out his arm, the wound on the back of his hand had not stopped bleeding, and he raised his fingers, but this time it was no longer a cross star that appeared between Ye Xiaodi's fingers.

Nothing? What is this little disc playing?

After about half a breath, everyone raised their heads suddenly, looking at the sky, Nezha directly exploded into foul language.

"Ye Xiaodie, are you fucking smashing us to death with the underworld!"