The three-legged golden crow is also known as the sun god bird, and its flame rules are similar to the sun god flame of the candle clan, but they are different. The Sun Flame of the Candlelight Clan refines all things in the world, and is domineering. However, the flame of the Golden Crow of the Three Clans is called the Immortal Heart Fire, which is dedicated to burning the inside. Including the original spirit, bloodline and mystical power.

Surrounded by an endless sea of fire, Jian Hao's face became extremely cold. I saw the thin sword in his hand swinging, turning into an endless Shenhua sword, wanting to tear and extinguish the surrounding flames.

However, those flames turned out to be illusory existences, ignoring his sword light and directly entering his body. On the surface of Jian Hao's body, there were suddenly flame patterns emerging, which was strange and inexplicable.

A look of horror appeared in Jian Hao's eyes, and a brilliant sword light suddenly erupted in his body, resisting the corrosion of the inextinguishable heart fire. He has cultivated swords all his life, and now his body is fused with the rules of kendo, and he has become the purest rule sword body, which is extremely strong.

However, even so, Jian Hao still felt that his regular sword body seemed to be incinerated, and that terrifying flame power was eroding everything in his body little by little.

"Not good!" Jian Hao's face changed, his hands changed and sealed, and the power of the Xuan and Bloodline in his body was running wildly, trying to suppress the Immortal Heart Fire.

And just as Jian Hao was hurriedly suppressing the inextinguishable heart fire in his body, a torrent of cold ice suddenly fell from the sky, enveloping his body in it. Jian Hao's body instantly stiffened, and layers of cold ice quickly covered the surface of his body. The power of ice and fire crushed each other, forming a terrifying destructive force.

Feeling that destructive power, Jian Hao's eyes showed a look of despair, and he hissed angrily: "No!"

"Bang!" However, an earth-shattering loud bang rang out, and Jian Hao's body suddenly exploded, turning into powder, and disappeared into ashes, as if he had disappeared directly from the void.

The violent air currents raged in that piece of heaven and earth, and Jian Hao, who was a powerhouse of the Tianzun Realm, was tragically killed under the joint efforts of Jin Fan and Mu Kun, and his bones were gone.

"Zheng!"

However, at this moment, a sharp and piercing sword roar sounded in the sky, and a low roar of pain came out of Lin Feng's mouth in the distance, and a blood line exploded from the center of his eyebrows, and his body staggered. Then, in that void, a terrifying figure exuding Ling Tian's sword intent emerged.

"Even if this seat dies today, I will take the three of you to be buried with me!" That figure was the sword Wuxin who broke free from the prison god's locked space. The moment he got out of trouble, he happened to see the scene of Jian Hao's fall. In his eyes, the killing intent was so strong that it could not be increased. I saw a series of sword rays shooting out wildly, slashing the eons and shattering the nine heavens.

At this moment, the sword was unintentional, and he completely fell into madness. Even the swords that shot out one after another contained a terrifying blood-colored brilliance. Jian Hao's fall stimulated him to a rage.

"Block!"

Jin Fan's face changed, and he shouted loudly, and the violent flames turned into surging waves of fire in front of him. However, the blood-colored sword rays actually penetrated his defenses and landed on top of his body.

"Poof!"

With a flash of blood, Jin Fan's figure retreated towards the rear, and his face became extremely ugly. In front of him, there was a hideous wound.

The next moment, Jian Wuxin's body turned into lightning and attacked Mu Kun in the other direction. The ultimate sword qi condensed into substance, like a doomsday divine sword, destroying everything and killing the sky.

Mu Kun, who turned into the form of a deity, flashed a solemn look in his huge eyes. is also in the Tianzun Realm, but Jian Wuxin's strength is better than him. Jian Wuxin's strength is definitely among the best in the ancient realm. Excluding the Emperor Demon Clan and the Xuanxin Heavenly Maiden Clan, in the same realm, there is almost no one in the other ancient clans who can compare with him. Otherwise, Chu Ling would not let the three clans join forces to deal with the Sword Saint clan together.

"Boom!"

Mu Kun's mouth opened wide, and with a sudden squirt, a terrifying ice world suddenly descended. That vast space was all plunged into eternal ice. A terrible cold snap swept and raged, freezing out the ages.

However, the sword of the sword is unstoppable, and wherever it passes, it smashes and tears the ice world inch by inch, which is extremely terrifying. A look of horror appeared in Mu Kun's eyes, and his huge body retreated wildly, he had a feeling that if he let the sword get close to him, he was afraid that he would be torn apart by that sharp sword momentum.

However, the sword that had already gone berserk was heartless, and the speed was terrifying. Every move of the Supreme Realm powerhouse is a teleportation, and the speed is already unbelievably fast, let alone in a state of rage?

Jian Wuxin's figure was getting bigger and bigger in Mu Kun's pupils, and he could feel that there were bursts of sharp pain coming from his body, as if there were hundreds of millions of sword qi in his body.

At this moment, a low drum sound suddenly sounded out of thin air. The sword that had already killed Mu Kun in front of him, Wuxin, suddenly stiffened without warning, and his speed decreased sharply.

Mu Kun's eyes sharpened, and he shot without hesitation. The terrifying ice rules that had been frozen for eternity blasted out, and the invisible sword intent that flowed around Jian Wuxin's body was frozen down, turned into substance, and suspended in mid-air. You can imagine how terrifying the chill was.

The extreme chill frantically fell on Jian Wuxin's body. In an instant, Jian Wuxin turned into a lifelike ice sculpture.

At the same time, a dark golden chain suddenly shot out from the void, directly piercing Jian Wuxin's body. A side of the Divine Hell World descended to suppress the bloodline and mystical power that imprisoned Jian Wuxin's body.

A three-legged golden crow appeared above Jian Wuxin's head, and three sharp claws slammed down at the same time. Between heaven and earth, there seems to be a round of bright sun. The three-legged golden crow roared in the sky, and the immortal heart was burned into a terrifying flame furnace, frantically burning everything in Jian Wuxin's body.

With the sound of a drum, the invincible sword Wuxin appeared in an instant, and the three Heavenly Venerable Realm powerhouses burst out with all their strength at the same time. At this moment, no matter how strong Jian Wuxin's strength is, he is also lacking in skills.

"I'm not reconciled!"

A roar came from Jian Wuxin's mouth. His body was shattering rapidly, and finally dissipated completely. The Holy Lord of the Sword of a generation has returned to the heavens.

The Golden Crow of the Three Clans and the Northern Demon Kun returned to their human form, and Lin Feng also came from a distance, and the three of them intertwined their eyes with each other, and their eyes were full of palpitations like the rest of their lives. Jian Wuxin's strength was too terrifying, and in this battle, they won extremely lucky.

"Thank you Chu Shuai for your help. The three of them turned around and bowed to Chu Ling in the distance. If it hadn't been for Chu Ling's help with the Heavenly Demon Drum before, this victory or defeat would still be unknown.

(End of chapter)