A loud bang interrupted Uncle He's speech, and the chaos shrouded by the Sword of Cutting Dao above the void exploded with a loud bang.

Suddenly, the fire burned, the divine light bloomed, and the sound of swords shook the heavens and the earth!

At this time, the sword of the path cutting was no longer the black and unknown broken sword.

At this time, the sword of the Dao Cutting Dao hung high in the void, cold as water, and bursts of soft divine light rippled, as quiet and far-reaching as a gentleman.

The sword is the head of a hundred soldiers, the ancient holy product, the supreme and noble, and the people and gods are worshipped.

It is the ancestor of short soldiers, the weapon of close combat, and with profound Taoist art, it has entered the legend of Xuan.

There is not a trace of the law of the Great Dao in the sword of the Dao Chopping Dao, although the Dao Chopping Sword is so plain and unremarkable hanging in the void, although the Dao Chopping Sword above the void is also a sword, but Xie Qiang feels that he seems to be a kind of Dao in front of him, or it may be called the Dao of the Dao, representing the majesty and judgment of a certain Dao master.

The expressions of Hongjun and Xie Qiang also became serious, and they all sacrificed their own spiritual treasures to protect the majestic power that was nothing, and they felt that the mana in their whole bodies was a little ineffective in an instant.

"Chop, you come out for me!!" Uncle He's voice carried a dull roar, and a wave of anger instantly filled the outside of Zixiao Palace.

"What is the matter with Daoist friends calling the poor Dao?" A sigh of nothingness appeared, and an empty figure emerged from the Sword of the Dao Chopping Dao, and the figure slowly turned from virtual to real, stepping on the hilt of the Dao Chopping Sword under his feet.

He is about forty years old, wearing a pure white Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, the whole person is ethereal and mysterious, making people feel an invisible sense of oppression, and the expression on his face is hazy.

"Hmph, you know!" Uncle He snorted coldly, "I'm going to let you lose today." ”

"Why do Dao friends have to force each other, why don't you give you the Sword of Cutting Dao?" The middle-aged Daoist on the Sword of Cutting Dao was silent for a while, and he spoke for a long time.

"Hahaha! I'm working hard, I'm struggling?" Uncle He's whole face began to sobbed a little, "The poor road and you have a deep hatred like the sea, the creatures of the whole world, how can you do it, how can you do it!"

"Arrogance!" Chopping Dao snorted coldly, "As a Dao Master, it's good that I don't trouble you, but since you're looking for death, you can't blame me!"

The sword of the slashing path at the foot of the slashing road sounded a buzzing sound, and with a slight shock, the sword of the slashing path fell into the hand of the slashing road.

The right hand of the Chopping Dao stroked the sword body very gently, and the left hand was like a black hole inhaling countless chaotic qi, and the sword of the Chopping Dao was like a giant whale absorbing water from the left hand of the Chopping Dao absorbing countless chaotic qi, and the sword light was three thousand zhang, cutting through the chaos and dividing yin and yang.

Chopping Dao held the sword of Chopping Dao, his face was expressionless, and he spoke lightly, "Friend Shang Dao, with your cultivation of only the Heavenly Dao Period, Poor Dao will give you another chance!"

"Hmph, even if it's the Heavenly Dao Period, what's so difficult to kill your waste!" roared in his mouth, followed by a long roar, "Hongmeng Purple Qi, sacrifice the power of wealth!"

The inexplicable rumbling sound in the depths of the void instantly spread throughout the chaos, and the eyes of Xie Qiang and Hongjun suddenly stared out at the chaos.

The crystal wall of the chaotic space was like a ripple at this moment, and an inexplicable unknown place was a magnificent, ancient and vast altar, breaking through the sky, as if far and near, the altar was extremely tall, and the entire fifty-four layers were carefully counted.

Uncle He's hands and Hongmeng purple qi were absorbed by the altar in an instant, and an inexplicable and huge power poured out from the altar, blessing Uncle He's body.

Uncle He's cultivation is slowly rising, in the middle of the Heavenly Dao, in the late stage of the Heavenly Dao, there is a loud bang in the !!, the early stage of chaos, the middle stage of chaos, the late stage of chaos.

Countless inexplicable and huge powers all turned into the power of rules at this moment, blessing Uncle He's body.

Xie Qiang and Hongjun felt an unstoppable huge force at the same time, the ground under their feet suddenly collapsed, their whole bodies suddenly lowered, and they fell into chaos, and a stream of essence blood splashed out from the corner of Hongjun's mouth!!

With a loud bang, Uncle He's body rose infinitely, and the pressure like the Falun of the Great Dao spread out in all directions, and finally reached the Great Dao stage of cultivation, still rising, still rising, infinitely high.

Finally reached the Dao Ancestor level cultivation and waited.

"There are some means!" Chopping Dao's eyes were gloomy, and his tone began to be a little inward-looking, "But just by virtue of Dao Ancestor cultivation, it is really not enough to kill me!"

"Really?" Uncle He snorted coldly, and threw another handful of Hongmeng purple qi towards the altar high above.

This time, there was no more nonsense in the Dao Chopping Dao, a sword slashed at Uncle He, and the light of the Sword of the Dao Chopping Dao suddenly made people feel like the power of the Pangu Open Heaven Axe, the turbidity in the chaos was separated, and the yin and yang evolved.

Seeing that the sword of the Dao Cutting was about to cut off Uncle He's head, Uncle He sacrificed an abacus-shaped magic weapon and roared, "Seal!"

The abacus-shaped magic weapon appeared, directly suppressing the sword of the chopping road, when a low voice came, the sword on the sword of the chopping sword suddenly dimmed, and the abacus-shaped magic weapon also revealed its true face, which was clearly the abacus used by the pawnshops in the old society.

Unpretentious and unpretentious.

"Dao Master's Treasure!" Although Dao Dao's face was still as cold as ever, the slightest trembling voice still betrayed his mood.

The fight between the two is like a 2D turn-based system, and neither of them is the first to make a move, and they are all accumulating strength.

Uncle He's cultivation realm was still rising little by little, and the sword in the hand of the Dao Chopping Dao made a clanging sword sound, and one after another sword qi without the slightest law of the Great Dao continued to stir the chaos, slowly surrounding the area where Uncle He and himself were.

The chaotic qi is like a city wall, arching one after another, brilliant and continuous.

There was a long roar from the Cutting Dao, gathering the strength of the whole body, and all of them converged on the Sword of the Cutting Dao.

All the sword light of the Sword of the Cutting Dao was restrained, and it turned into a sword like clear water, but there was a will to rise to the sky on the sword body, making all beings submit to it.

"The sword of the slashing path, slashing the rules!" a loud roar of the slashing path resounded through the sky, shaking chaos.

The entire sword of slashing came out of his hand, turning into a streamer and slashing towards Uncle He.

"Count all the baht, plan everything" Uncle He also roared, and the abacus in his hand was also thrown towards the streamer.

The sword of the Dao Cutting was entangled by the abacus at this moment, and the two Dao Lord Supreme Treasures fought with each other at this moment, entangled endlessly.

"Haha, I see what you are fighting with me now, let's die" Chopping Dao looked up to the sky and laughed, approaching, countless iron fists smashed towards Uncle He like phantoms, and the speed of the direction could not be described in words, and Uncle He had no time to retreat.

Countless iron fists were stiffly resisted by Uncle He's body, and for a while, the flesh and blood flew sideways, the skin and flesh exploded, and the slashing Dao was extremely crazy and shouted, "Poor Dao wants you to know that even the Dao Master doppelganger is dignified." ”

Although Uncle He fought back desperately, he was still beaten everywhere, and the power of the laws and rules of the powerless avenue could not get close to the flesh of the doppelganger, and he could not break through his defenses.

Hongjun and Xie Qiang's faces changed, and then their expressions were blank, and their eyes were dull and they looked at Uncle He.

The next moment, Xie Qiang reacted, threw the wheel of time and space in his hand, and roared, "Uncle He, go on!"

Uncle He snorted coldly, and his whole body was filled with coldness, which made Xie Qiang and Hongjun shiver from afar, Uncle He did not reach out to take the wheel of time, but looked at the slash coldly.

"Even if there is no Hongmeng Arcana, it will not be difficult to kill you!"

"Disk of Destiny, burn!"

"Madman, you are crazy, you actually burn the life plate!" he roared, and sharply stepped back, he seemed to be crazy, and he seemed to be crazy, he was afraid, he hesitated, he had lost his courage.

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