Holding the Pangu axe in his hand, the mana turned, injecting his will and soul, and with a movement of his heart, he slashed out again with a knife facing the golden mang in front of him.

The loud noise shook the heavens and the earth, and the momentum was like a bamboo, destroying the heavens and all the worlds, and even the distant starry sky and stars, all of which were booming under this powerful momentum.

This axe, earth-shattering, made the diffuse golden light immediately rewind under the momentum of the axe, and a crisp clicking sound came, like a broken egg shell.

Feng Qingyang's heart was shocked, it seemed to be strong, but the power of the shock this time made him very uncomfortable, his throat was sweet, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body kicked backwards until he pushed out far away, holding the right hand of the axe, and its broken wound was visible to the naked eye in the tiger's mouth.

The bones at the wound were almost shattered, and the strength of the Pangu axe still made Feng Qingyang's heart palpitate, he was not happy, and the Qianzun on the opposite side was also extremely uncomfortable.

He shook his place, although he never retreated, but the wind blew the axe, which obviously injured him, and the thought of the word injury made him furious. 、

He glared, but saw that the wind was clear at this time, and the wound in his tiger's mouth quickly recovered under the washing of the power of faith, and then the other hand grabbed the void, and in an instant, the distorted void was turned into a slender whip.

With a shake, it turned into a hundred zhang long in an instant, and the blood-colored light flooded the heavens and the earth, heading straight for the Venerable.

"Insect carving skills. ”

"Really?" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, holding an axe and going straight to the door in front of him, his body practicing and shaking in the void, each time he appeared in a different position, obviously a very short distance, a distance that seemed to be a few steps away, but under his strange shuttle, he entered the long river of time and space.

The Lizun also snorted coldly, holding a golden long knife, and the big sleeves flung straight forward, the two can be called the strongest magic weapons in the world, with the real deity in short arms, and under contact with it, there was immediately a roar like an explosion,

In this roar, two different rays of light covered the entire spiritual realm, and if someone woke up at this time, they would inevitably be horrified to find that the spiritual realm at this time was actually cut in half by two lights.

The Pangu axe and the golden long knife kept colliding, and the other hand of the wind Qingyang kept fighting with the Qianzun, and the two collided with the most primitive one, you punch me and I punched the bombardment.

That kind of extreme physical body, unparalleled in the world, reaching the pinnacle, maybe he himself occupies the top, but the golden long knife in his hand is still slightly inferior to the Pangu axe.

After all, he was sacrificed by the Qiangzun, and he left a large section of the Pangu Axe in the background, which was born in the second era, and he didn't know what material it was made of, or it was born of chaos.

At this moment, in the midst of this roar, the golden long knife retreated one after another, and the wind was clear like Mount Tai pressing on the top, constantly bombarding forward, echoing in the void with a roar, just like a beating war drum.

Under the extreme collision of the Pangu axe, the original bright light began to fade, and some faint traces appeared on the body of the long knife, and the breath on it also collapsed.

"You say, what else can you use to fight me? The general trend is the same, why do you have to act like this?" Feng Qingyang held the axe in his hand, turned on the spot, and slashed down with the axe.

With a bang, that kind of extreme collision sounded again, and the golden long knife suddenly began to rewind, and the blade broke through and spread in all directions, directly blasting into the sky, and a 10,000-zhang long crack appeared in the void.

Feng Qingyang held the Pangu Axe, his body flashed, and he disappeared, and at the same time, Qi Zun also snorted coldly, his eyes widened, and the supreme will reborn the golden long knife.

Bang!

When he reappeared, he was standing directly beside Qianzun, Pangu axes staggered down, his fist, with the domineering spirit of the emperor, the supreme majesty of the zombie clan fell with a bang.

Under this punch, no matter how Qian Zun returned to resist, but every time it missed, the sword light pierced through Feng Qingyang's body, but it couldn't hurt it in the slightest.

It seems that the space he exists at this time has entered the river of time, which seems to be in front of him, but in fact, they are not separated by distance, but by time.

His pupils contracted suddenly, it was too late, Feng Qingyang's punch fell, and on his fist, three great worlds swirled, but the horror was that he himself was actually spreading an ancient figure.

I can't see the appearance clearly, but that breath, Qian Zun is too familiar, almost familiar with the soul, even if he has been reincarnated for thousands of years, he can't forget it.

From a distance, this scene looks really shocking to the past and the present, it seems that the one holding the axe is not Feng Qingyang, but the Pangu who entered the supreme god realm after transcendence.

Breaking through time with an axe, bombarding with its own powerful power, a thousand-zhang-sized figure fell with a punch, and its power was naturally self-evident, and the piercing roar cut through the space, infinitely close to the chest of the Qiangzun.

This vague figure, self-evident, is naturally the former Pangu, but this is not the reality of Pangu, but a trace of the soul that was left in the axe back then.

He held the axe in both hands and slashed at the Qianzun in front of him, as if he was opening the world, this irresistible power made the Qianzun's gaze shrink and cold, he roared, and greeted him with a backhand punch.

"You want to kill me, you are not qualified enough! I am the will of the Heavenly Dao, and I am the controller of the Third Age, the deity is born from the head of the Pangu God, if you want to kill me, it is a joke, you are looking for death. This roar was earth-shattering, shattering the endless luster of the Quartet, and at the moment when he swung his fist, he suddenly transformed into a body of the Honored One.

The former Four Ancient Gods, with a single horn glittering with cold light on their proud heads, went straight to the axe head-on, opened their bloody mouths, and wanted to devour it in one gulp.

In this regard, in the starry sky, a hurricane was born out of thin air, swept in all directions under the roar, tearing the sky, even if the wind at this time was clear and strong, but under the counterattack of this storm, it was still shocking, and the Pangu phantom behind him was even more under this corner, there was a moment of distortion, and it almost collapsed.

Feng Qingyang snorted, he could no longer suppress the injuries in his body, spit blood from his mouth, and turned into blood arrows and shot into the sky, but the moment he appeared, he was swallowed by the Pangu axe.

"Let's get it over!" "Wind Qingyang's long hair flew wildly, unstoppable, even if he was all the same, he exhausted all his strength, collided with the Qiangzun, and the strongest fist landed on the Qiangzun's chest, shattering his defenses, as well as the opponent's flesh, to the place where his heart reached.

"Either way, at least you have to admit that you've lost. Feng Qingyang held his right hand and grabbed the void, and under the flip, a huge light curtain covered the sky.