The Holy Emperor laughed wildly, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth at will, ignoring the wounds on his body, holding the golden stick upside down with one hand, his eyes were like torches, and he was arrogant, glaring angrily at the four old men who were oppressing in front of him.

The wind is clear and the blood is stirred, the avenue of fighting is an extremely masculine thing, it is better to be a broken jade than a complete tile, and the holy prince is not afraid, so how can he weaken his reputation?

For a while, the two of them were full of pride, and under the despair, it actually inspired the irreversible spirit of the trapped beast fight, he held the knife in his backhand, and the blood dance demon sword buzzed, as if he also awakened the fierce aura he originally possessed under the last pride.

It was already fused with the Xuanhuang Remnant Sword, how rampant was it at this time? At that moment, it seemed that a strange idea was about to be born, but at the moment it appeared, it was fiercely suppressed by the clear blood of the wind.

The four old men who galloped forward, the front was still the tortoiseshell man, he seemed to be the leader here, lightning and thunder came from everywhere he passed, he pinched the trick with both hands, chanted strange spells, and ancient inscriptions appeared from the heavens and the earth.

He could even see the roundness of the sparkling flow on his body, and the powerful aura was constantly rising, and he was already about to break through the threshold of the quasi-saint, this scene fell in Feng Qingyang's eyes, he was shocked, how could he let him get his wish?

At this moment, with the power of his world, the rules were lowered, and the artistic conception of the seal appeared out of thin air, and the eyes of the old man who returned home appeared sluggish in an instant, and he clearly felt that at the moment when the artistic conception came, the body seemed to be entangled by countless thin silk threads, even the soul and blood were under the shackles of this entanglement.

"Sealed Artistic Conception!" he blurted out with a strange face, and was about to say something again, but was slammed to the ground by a golden rod that fell from the sky.

He who blocked the mana with the divine soul was a ball of mud, and under this big stick, it was like a fragile glass cup, which was torn apart with a click, and the divine soul suddenly cracked in an instant.

The cooperation between the two can be described as seamless, and even Feng Qingyang did not deliberately mention it to the Holy Emperor, as soon as the artistic conception of the seal came out, the Fighting Avenue of the Holy Emperor followed.

Everything was between the lightning and flint, and when he reacted, the old man of the tortoiseshell had already fallen to the ground, but the strange thing was that although his soul body was cracked, it did not burst, and the tortoiseshell on his body firmly buckled the broken body, and the waves flowed, as if he was going to recover at any time.

The change of the old tortoiseshell, everything was under the gaze of the wind Qingyang, but at this time it was too late for him to think more, almost suddenly, he instantly burst into the sky, and came to the side of the tortoiseshell with light flowing below, and under the fist, the right arm of the tortoise armor suddenly turned out, and without thinking about it, he let out a roar and smashed down towards the tortoiseshell.

Hearing only a bang, the world trembled, and the ground was centered on the old tortoiseshell, spreading in all directions, and was covered with spiderweb-like cracks in the clicking sound, but what shocked him was that under this punch, the tortoiseshell did not show the slightest sign of collapse, but quickly flashed with a strange light.

At this moment, with the landing of the tortoiseshell old man, the three people on the heavenly dome seemed to be enchanted, ignoring the Holy Emperor, and went straight to the wind on the ground.

The Holy Emperor was shocked, if these three joined forces, he was afraid that Feng Qingyang would be in a catastrophe, thinking of this, he bit his lip, lifted the stick and merged into the avenue of the fight, and crushed it with the avenue of incarnation, no matter how he had to block this first wave of attacks for Feng Qingyang.

"Burst the tortoise shell!" Feng Qingyang commanded, although he was on the ground, but he was also looking in all directions, and the changes of the Holy Emperor and the rest of the people were all seen by him, as soon as these words came out, the Holy Emperor who turned into a golden light suddenly reversed his direction, and crossed everyone to the sky above Feng Qingyang. The avenue of the fight was suppressed violently.

In the midst of a roar, the dust flew, and the surging earth flew up like a waterfall, slashing heads and faces towards the oncoming three people.

The ground shook, the tortoise shell flickered, and the earth in all directions sank more than a foot under the crushing of this avenue, but the strange thing is that the tortoise shell still flashed with a strange light, intact as before, without any change, but the luster was a little dim.

Feng Qingyang frowned, and secretly said How can this tortoise shell be so resolute, looking at the broken old man's body below, under the circulation of the tortoise shell, it has been quickly repaired, this repair cannot be reversed, even he can only watch and can do nothing.

Whether it is his right arm or the Douzhi Dao of the Holy Prince, it can't be wiped out, and it is really a 10,000-year-old Wang Ba, hard to the extent of a demon, Feng Qingyang sighed secretly.

"Brother Monkey, this demon, the eighteen-year-old Wang Ba ...... who can't be defeated" Feng Qingyang raised his brows suddenly, glanced at the shocked Holy Emperor, and his eyes were aimed at the void again, and the three of them had already broken through the dust that overflowed and killed them again.

"No, he must be suppressed. Feng Qingyang said resolutely, his tone was undoubted, he stared deeply at the tortoise shell below, and the feeling of being frightened shocked his soul.

It is undeniable that this tortoiseshell is a threat to him, stronger than the three old men who are chasing after him, and he has an intuition that if he wants to destroy the other three, he must first destroy this tortoiseshell old man.

"Hide from the sky and cross the sea!" Suddenly, the gloomy wind Qingyang suddenly quickly pinched the trick with both hands, and between the pinching tricks, the palm practice flipped against the void, and the best spirit stones and special materials that shimmered with essence were as good as the void.

The stars were reversed, and the originally dim heaven and earth were suddenly as bright as day, and there were ten rounds of suns standing in the empty void, raising their heads to the heavens and the earth, shining on every inch of land below.

"This array can only resist the three of them from the outside world for a moment, but it is enough for us to find a way to stew this 10,000-year-old Wang Ba. Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice, saying that he focused his eyes on the tortoise shell from the beginning, looking at the flickering light above, and under the circulation, it was like a dazzling sun.

The wind was clear and held his breath, and the absolute silence made him feel a trace of the tortoiseshell, as if there was a heartbeat inside, and the rhythmic beating hooked his own blood flow.

Looking back, sure enough, not only himself, even the Holy Prince, but also under this rhythm, donating blood all over his body has accelerated the speed of outflow, if it continues like this, I am afraid that the two of them will become human beings in a few moments.

Although it was very faint, in this silent environment, it fell in the ears of the two of them, like the sound of divine thunder, rolling in, almost continuously.