It was like the fall of the stars, and the brilliant light lit up the sky.

Holding the little tail, looking at the extreme beauty, looking at those streamers, the wind is clear and sighs secretly, if the heart is with a woman, how good it would be to enjoy this beautiful scenery.

The thought was fleeting, and then turned into a touch of indifference, between the rolling blood, the fighting spirit was high, stirring the wind and clouds in the sky, and between the sky, the huge phantom of the Venerable suddenly appeared.

He stood high on the head of the phantom of the Venerable Spirit, his eyes looked into the distance like electricity, holding a silver-white curved bow, surrounded by the afterimage of the Moon Spirit Wheel, like a demon god descending to earth, domineering and boundless.

Woohoo...... The streamer was approaching, surrounding him with a lot of water, and there were powerful qi machines in all directions, locking him one by one, and this kind of formation made it difficult for him to fly with his wings.

The bag can no longer be used, and if he wants to escape, he can only fight bloodily and forcibly break through, and if he fails, it will be death.

"Life and death, my life can only be controlled by myself!" The wind muttered, his long hair flying, and he still maintained his figure, as if telling himself that he could kill them all with just such a form of the deity.

In the crowd, there are dozens of people, and there are two holy sons suspended in the sky, no need to guess, you can guess just by virtue of the momentum that emanates, and only the holy son can be so indifferent.

Looking at the crowd in all directions, Feng Qingyang shook the head on his waist and said with a smile: "You will be one of them!" and then tied it around his waist.

"Hubris......

"Presumptuous...... Today, we will kill you in one fell swoop!"

Saying this, under the orders of the two holy sons in the rear, all kinds of magic weapons were suddenly sacrificed, including big sticks and flying swords, and strange magic weapons emerged in endlessly, flying in the sky exuding bursts of coercion.

"The devil?" Feng Qingyang lowered his head, a strand of long hair floated through the pupils of the demon, since you all call it a demon, then I will simply be a demon, look up, the demon in his eyes turned into despair, but not his despair, but looking at the despair of the person opposite.

He bent his bow and arrows, and the powerful qi exploded, and the phantom of the Venerable Venerable who was originally dormant on the ground also stood up at this moment, and his hundred-foot-high body was like a moving mountain.

In the dim sky, the scales shimmered brightly, as if this was not a phantom, but a real entity, with a thick and solid mane standing up.

Feng Qingyang raised his hand and pointed forward, and the phantom of the Venerable roared, and the clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed layer by layer, and the dazzling light shone down from the void, and the afterglow crossed, dyeing Feng Qingyang's face golden yellow.

Countless essences poured in, but in this heaven and earth, there was no aura, only the reckless qi and the rich death qi, when these two auras converged on the moon bow.

Feng Qingyang's whole heart was beating, and at this moment he seemed to be in the sea of fog, only to feel that he was a great wild beast monster fish that was about to transform.

Countless dead qi gathered, and even turned into liquid, his mana surged, wrapped it in it, raised his arm, and immediately aimed at a great witch person hundreds of zhang away.

The qi machine is locked, he grinned, and said in his heart This is simply a live target, just for him to use to practice arrows, thinking of this, his fingers suddenly loosened.

The arrows of light gathered by the dead qi suddenly flew out, and under the roar of the phantom of the Venerable Spirit, they were vented with the power of the sound waves.

The light arrow was not fast, and suddenly changed in mid-air, turning into a thick white dragon, snaking its body between roars, and pounced on one of them with its bloody mouth open.

The monstrous killing machine, the endless death qi made the white dragon turned into a messenger of the soul, and everywhere it passed, every life on the earth withered and withered in an instant.

"Ah......h

"Kill me!" Feng Qingyang said to himself, as if he was looking at himself and at something beside him.

At this moment, his eyes turned blood-red again, and he put away the Moon Bow and the Moon Spirit Wheel, and he turned into a black light, and at this moment, countless magic weapons bombarded him.

"Well done. He roared, his fists clenched, and the roar of his path rang out, the force of the rage spreading visibly to the naked eye.

The earth was trembling, and those magic weapons bombarded him, making a crisp sound, but he couldn't help it, and in the frightened eyes of everyone, Feng Qingyang picked up his fist and smashed it all around.

"Flying sword, I think you're an embroidery needle. He held a flying sword that shimmered golden in both hands, and with just a slight force, he wrenched it.

He opened and closed widely, dancing like a mad demon in the air, and countless magic weapons surrounded him in the center, blooming with monstrous killing power.

The explosion of more than two million catties of power can be described as a thunderbolt, and under the explosion of one punch, even the void is beaten to ripples.

"Boom" and "Boom...... all kinds of screams and screams came, he was like a humanoid monster, waving his fists in the air, although there was no order, but every punch out was a spatial shock.

The beating is terrifying, and the beating makes people's souls tremble.

In just a quarter of an hour, he smashed or exploded all the magic weapons in the air, looking at the crowd in the distance, he smiled, his two fangs flashed, and he immediately rushed into the crowd.

At this moment, it was like a wolf entering a flock, opening its sharp claws and teeth, and grabbing a person at will could tear it alive.

The blood was raging, the residual value of minced meat abounded, and the rich smell of blood spread between heaven and earth, mixed with the previous scorching smell, which made people panic in their hearts.

At this moment, he suppressed countless people with just his momentum, charging in the crowd, no one dared to take his edge, and he couldn't even avoid it, as long as he was caught, there was no one alive.

Just as he was about to kill, the two holy sons located in the sky above suddenly became furious, and the two of them pinched their hands together, and the surging aura of the Great Wilderness suddenly came out.

The sky roared. The projection of the two mountains appeared out of thin air, and there was a vision from the sky, and with a bang, the wind Qingyang was fiercely suppressed from the sky.

The two of them radiated light all over their bodies, and the aura of the great wilderness appeared, which seemed to be their favor, which was blessed, and that was the son of luck.

The image descended from the sky, and the majesty set off it was extraordinary, if it was really the Holy Son, it was not ordinary, and the sound of various horns sounded in the bright void.

That is the blessing of the Great Witch Heaven and Earth to them, and they will play a crazy war song!

The two mountains fell down, as if they had taken root, and the original projection changed rapidly, as if a real mountain had arrived.

"The art of moving mountains!" Then, the two of them shouted again, the two echoed each other, and between the pinching of their hands, countless rays of light flew out, and the mountains below became more and more condensed.

"You will be suppressed here today alive!"