The boundless sea, the battlefield of scattered immortals.

The huge waves that covered the sky poured down like a curtain of rain, covering a radius of thousands of miles, whether it was on the surface of the sea or at the bottom of the sea, it was as if it were dead silence.

The battle between the pinnacles of the human realm may not have much momentum, but once it approaches or enters the aura of scattered immortals, cultivators who are not in Mahayana will not be able to move an inch, and they will even be destroyed in an instant by spiritual power fluctuations that are so cold that they can tear the air.

In mid-air, Duobao Immortal Jun lost his previous stability and elegance, covering his right arm, staring at the woman in white on the sea with gloomy eyes.

His right arm didn't look unusual from the outside, but with this spiritual perception, he could find that the right arm of this scattered immortal of the Duobao Domain had been broken, and a hideous scar spread from his right shoulder to his lower back.

The broken right arm was done by a woman on the sea, and the scar on the body of Duobao Immortal Jun was an old wound left hundreds of years ago when he was in Changyang Mountain, and now it is almost healed.

He was almost split in half by the sword of the Immortal Monarch.

"Demon ......"

Liang Meng's face was gloomy and he shouted: "You and I have no grudges, why do you have to fight to the death like this, do you think that I am a good bullying of Duobao Immortal Jun, the battle of scattered immortals, once you fight to the death, you can't stop!"

The injury on Liang Meng's right arm is actually not too serious.

It's just that the hand is broken, and it takes some time to recover, his copy body is not a complete human race, but after the immortal catastrophe, he condensed it with a strange treasure, even if he has a broken arm, he can still fight again, but he is extremely aggrieved now, he was just in a hurry, and it is nothing to meet a scattered immortal, but as soon as the other party appears, it is a desperate battle, and he Liang Meng has not provoked the demon fairy at all.

Not to mention provoking, Liang Meng also saw the true body of the demon fairy for the first time.

Under the woman's feet, through the sea water, there are two huge shadows are emerging, Duobao Xianjun's words, the demon fairy seems not to hear, she stretched out her arms, the long skirt swayed with the breeze, and the next moment, a pair of huge wings covering a radius of thousands of miles, rising from the sea, between the fans, countless huge tornadoes appeared on the sea.

"The power of talent!"

Liang Meng in mid-air exclaimed, and a full hundred pieces of superb magic weapons of different shapes appeared around him in his hand, and he shouted angrily: "Hundred treasures are decided!"

Once the demon clan uses the power of talent, it is a real battle to the death.

The natural power of the demon immortal, even if Liang Meng is a scattered immortal, he did not dare to be careless, he had been broken by someone before, at this time, not only urged the trick of the hand, but also sacrificed a green long sword, the breath of the long sword surpassed the magic weapon, to the point of the acquired spirit treasure, this is not counted, at the same time as the long sword appeared, a crystal clear, small shield that also surged with the breath of the acquired spirit treasure emerged from the void, slowly rotating around him.

With the full strength of the two of them, the space in this sea seemed to be distorted, and no one could see the course of the fierce battle clearly, only a dull thunderous sound could be heard in all directions.

It didn't take long for Liang Meng to walk out of the void with his right arm covering his right arm, this Duobao Immortal Monarch was much more embarrassed than before at this time, he looked at the distance hatefully, no longer hesitated, turned around and flew in the direction of the Duobao Domain.

I wanted to take advantage of the gap between other scattered immortals to recuperate their injuries and go to the Qingkong Domain to seize the Immortal Mansion, but I didn't expect to meet a madman-like demon fairy before I arrived in the Qingkong Domain.

On the sea in the distance, the violent aura gradually calmed down, and the woman in white was still standing quietly on the sea, her deep eyes looked through the light veil, looking in the direction where Duobao Immortal Jun had fled, her lips moved slightly, and she whispered a whisper that no one could understand.

"There are three left, husband, and there are three people left, and I will be able to avenge you......"

In the ethereal whisper like a ghostly orchid, a blood stain appeared at the corner of the mouth behind the light veil, a drop of crimson, falling into the sea, causing a ripple, and also a piece of scarlet.

Then, the weak figure took a step, so the sea under his feet retreated a hundred miles between these steps, and the direction in which the woman was moving was the direction in which Duobao Immortal Jun fled.

Inexplicable grudges, unknown serious injuries, the price of killing the enemy, even if it is death, may become indifferent.

There were five of her enemies, and now, there were three left.

And those three people, all of them have to die!

On the top floor of the tower, a long-haired man sits in the north, in a canyon covered with ice and snow all year round, as if he was not sitting in the tower, but in the water.

In a breath that was colder than the eyes of the earth, this peak of the human world named Yi Shui Han opened his eyes, and not long after, a primordial god wrapped in flames flew rapidly from outside the tower.

"Who has such a means, even the body of the senior brother has been destroyed, you are a scattered immortal......"

The true master of the North Corner Domain, whispered to himself with a hint of surprise, the cold in his eyes seemed to be eternal but did not fluctuate at all, he raised his hand to open the prohibition outside the tower, and the Yuan Shen that he called his senior brother flashed into the ......

Star Island, PTZ.

In a day's fighting, the casualties of this Qingkong Fight have exceeded 100, which has never been the case in previous years, and the competition gradually began to be filled with irritability, and the cultivators in the stands were also more nervous, shouting one after another.

Compared with the fall of some monks, the crisis of the coming of the scattered immortals may be the real nightmare, but fortunately, the crisis that no one can resist is silently resolved by some unknown hatred, and this year's Qingkong Fight can still be held as usual.

Although the Blue Sky Fight is held normally, the rules have been changed a lot.

In a day's fighting, in fact, the monks of the Five Domains who died the most were the monks of the Five Domains, and the cloud platform that was deliberately prepared for people outside the domain had been stained red with blood, and it had become a place like a Shura field.

The rules, in the final analysis, are just the rules set by the strong, and the rules set by the Lord of Star Island, after the arrival of the real strong, seem to be a little inapplicable.

On the evening of the first day of the blue sky, when the sunset was rising on the horizon, the figures of a group of monks flew from the clouds, and the monks of the Netherworld, who occupied a sea stand, saw the comers, and they all stood up together, bowing their heads respectfully to greet each other, and even the realm of the gods was respectful.

"Wraith Sect ......"

On the stone platform, King Dan's eyes flickered a little, and after whispering this name that made him jealous, he was silent, Wu Cheng beside him frowned, and Ji Honglian's childlike little hands clenched in vain when they encountered great pressure.

It was indeed a person from the Wraith Soul Sect, and the first person was actually the sect leader of the Wraith Soul Sect, Pang Wei, behind him, there were faintly more than ten combined auras surging.

Those who are late may not have missed the time, but they may also be dismissive of the time arranged by others! )