After a while, there was a roar.

At the end of the sea, there are countless auspicious clouds breaking through the sky, and the speed is extremely fast, like a meteor catching the moon.

"Killing the disciples of the Holy Venerable Throne and humiliating the ancient Tianjiao is a crime that can be punished, and it is really a crime that deserves death. Above the clouds, there was an extremely indifferent voice, and the cold tone turned into a sharp sword that cut through the void, leaving no room for turn.

Five streamers pierced the sky, the tall and straight figure was heroic, walking through the wind and rain, walking in the sky, under the same light, refracting the dazzling light of golden light.

It was the Supreme Dao weapon, the armor refined on the basis of the Supreme Dao weapon, under the drape, emitting a sonorous and powerful impact roar, just like today's war song, at this time began to play, is it bloody, or peaceful?

"This person has long been reduced to the Demon Dao, and staying in the world will only lead to misery, whether it is ancient or medieval, or we ancient monks, we will kill him instead. ”

When everyone in the Quartet heard this, they were all shocked, but when they came, they closed the opportunity for peace talks, issued a killing order, destroyed everything with killing, and landed on the clouds.

It is all the kind of power that is boundless, and it is not only under the throne of the Ancient Saint, but the three major forces are pouring out, the monks of the Middle and Ancient Alliance, and they come out together, this combination, compared to the shock of the Dan Hades King and others yesterday, it is simply a world of difference.

They are like gods who fell from the sky, and they walked out alive, the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddha blocks the **, it's too terrifying, the steps of Qi Qi, every step will cause the void to tremble.

Those who come are not good and those who are good do not come, Feng Qingyang knows that he must have such a tremble, and he can't let people interfere, maybe others haven't noticed, but he, as the third will of the spirit world, can't see it, in the deepest part of their gaze, there is a mark, and that mark is only clear to him, and only he can understand the meaning.

Dao Heart, Heavenly Dao Heart, you are just puppets and pitiful worms controlled by Heavenly Dao, Feng Qingyang mocked in his heart, and his face did not change in the slightest.

The peace of the night, although it did not recover much, at least it also gave him a chance to breathe, and he had a strong power of faith in his body and the heart of the tree that slaughtered the Sealing Tree God back then, although Kong Xuan consumed a lot, but it was not all, but he still had some left.

The ten great powers did not restrain their breath, and deliberately spread outward, suppressing the heavens, and sweeping the Heavenly Xuan Ancient Star, their appearance made the people watching the battle almost leave this place, but this distance was almost not much different from what they were in front of them for these existences who were at least half-saints.

The terrifying coercion pressed them so much that they couldn't breathe, and they were obviously separated by thousands of feet, but the distance between the two sides seemed to be like a gaze, and there was no change in the slightest.

The coming ten great powers, definitely not all, there will be one after another, if you want to stop this killing, there is only one way, that is to make Feng Qingyang completely strong, and kill to stop killing.

At the edge of the firmament, the scattered sunlight fell like a waterfall, falling on the wind Qingyang, and as the night passed, his clothes turned from new to white, and his clothes were better than snow, intertwined with the golden sunlight, which seemed a little dazzling and misty.

Above his head, the thick pillar of light enveloped him, this tower was once the last sanctified saint of today, the magic weapon of the monk of the monk, now in the hands of Feng Qingyang, it seems even more powerful.

"Actually, we want your life, not what we have in our hands, if you are awesome and deliberately want to give us such treasures, we don't mind taking them all. There is a quasi-saint extreme power sneering and speaking, his eyes are like knives, staring at the wind Qingyang.

Qian Yanli and the others, their eyes all changed, looking at each other angrily, the same is under the Holy Venerable Throne, he wants to see who is strong and who is weak, this **naked disdain, so that the always silent Qianyan Li and Lige can't help but be angry in their hearts.

Just as he was about to make a move, he was stopped by Feng Qingyang raising his hand, he didn't speak, he just smiled at the two of them, his eyes were full of confident light, if he couldn't be invincible in the world, then what face did he have to say that it was the third will, and he could confront the Heavenly Dao?

Seeing that Qian Yanli was blocked by Feng Qingyang, the quasi-saint who spoke was even more proud, almost as if no one was around, arrogantly pointing at Feng Qingyang, and some unbearable words came out of his mouth.

The people present, tens of thousands of monks glared back angrily, this is simply a shame, they not only humiliated Feng Qingyang, but also humiliated the tens of thousands of monks here, but everyone can only dare to be angry but dare not speak, such a great power, just looking at themselves can make themselves dusty, and finally have to helplessly focus on Feng Qingyang, hoping that he can turn the situation around.

The myth of undefeated, just like yesterday, hopes that he can truly be unparalleled and invincible.

However, this time, there were ten supreme supreme powers, the same realm, how could the wind be clear and fight with it? That invisible pressure was like an invisible mountain, which made everyone's hearts tremble, and the blood veins flowed backwards.

The Fire Spirit King was shocked in his heart, remembering the duel half a year later. Now it seems a little funny, he is indeed very powerful, but it is absolutely impossible for him to face so many peak powers by himself.

At most, dealing with the four of them, it is impossible to see, and the wind is clear, and he has faced the existence of the four quasi-saints before, and it is still the kind of crushing that destroys the withering and decaying.

Let's ask, how many people in the world can achieve such great power?

His mouth was dry, he laughed self-deprecatingly, and it was only at this moment that he really understood the meaning of having people outside the world and having heavens outside the world.

Perhaps, cultivation is the king, sighing, he silently turned around and walked towards the depths of the void.

He knew that Feng Qingyang would not lose, there was no suspense in this battle, and he believed that there was no need for a reason, let alone an explanation, that Feng Qingyang's strength had penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

But just as he turned around, his eyes stared back, and although he knew the result, he couldn't help but want to see how things would develop.

The Ten Quasi-Saints were extremely powerful, with disdain on their faces, perhaps because of the large number of people, or because there were countless strangling brigades in the rear, so that they had the courage to laugh at the monks here with impunity.

The wind is clear, the clothes are better than the snow, the white clothes are fluttering, today he is very different from yesterday, now he is like this newborn sunrise, although he is a person, but he stands there, it attracts everyone's attention.

Yes, he is not afraid, what are the people afraid of, thinking of this, tens of thousands of monks suddenly conjured up a huge bronze drum hammer in unison, and struck the sky together.