Facing Yang Xiao's incarnation of Qianyang, Chiguang's face couldn't help but change drastically, but since he had already done it, it was tantamount to cutting off his retreat, at this moment, he had no second choice except to kill Yang Xiao before Yang Xiao was completed and the third princess of the West Sea, Ao Chen, came in.

"Hand over the Three Lights Divine Water!" Seeing that Yang Xiao condensed another drop of the Three Lights Divine Water, endless greed, filling himself, becoming more and more difficult to suppress, Chiguang shouted loudly in his mouth, and spewed out a stream of red dragon breath until the top of the sword, from the handle to the tip of the knife, a hideous blood dragon suddenly appeared, and endless blood rushed into the sky.

At this moment, in order to kill Yang Xiao and seize the Sanguang Divine Water, Chiguang did not hesitate to use the Inner Dan Dragon Breath, which could only be refined by condensing the dragon for thousands of years, to spray it on the dragon knife in his hand, and in an instant, the light of the dragon knife bloomed, and on the slender blade, a hideous blood-colored sword light spread and extended, and a rich blood-killing rage aura turned the surrounding void into a purgatory oven in an instant!

After all, he is worthy of being a strong Jiaolong who has been cultivating for thousands of years, with a solid foundation and profound skills, not much worse than Yang Xiao's Qianyang incarnation.

The incarnation of Qianyang saw all this scene in his eyes, he really didn't expect that this red light was desperate, and he couldn't underestimate it at all, and at this time, the body was collecting the three light divine water, and he couldn't act rashly, he could only rely on this incarnation to deal with the strong enemy, and his mind moved, at that moment, Qianyang jumped up, and the Nanming Fire Sword in his hand bloomed with boundless dazzling firelight, and the endless blue tide suddenly sprung up, shaking the void.

"Zheng-"

A high-pitched sword roar, incomparable to the fiery sword intent. Then, with the Qianyang incarnation as the center, it swung towards the surrounding void in waves, layer upon layer, forming a boundless sword curtain.

The blood-colored dragon knife that slashed in his face roared. Falling on the sword curtain, the void suddenly stagnated, and there was a big shock, bursting into a brilliant fire in the sky, flickering and extinguishing.

The dragon knife swallowed blood and gas, filling the surroundings, but nothing. Even though the sword was sharp, it was still blocked by the boundless sword curtain, no matter how the red light urged. It is also impossible to move forward a single inch.

"Don't do it yet!" In the midst of the fierce battle, Chiguang burst into a shout, dividing the sword light and peeling off a sword light of Yang Xiao. Pointing to the bruises on the side.

"Damn!" the bruise knew that this was Chiguang's intention, and wanted to drag himself into the water. But at this time, he has no choice, the hostility has already been revealed before, if Yang Xiao comes back to his senses, he will definitely not show mercy to his subordinates, and besides, the three princesses of the West Sea are about to break into the formation, and when the time comes. Isn't his life and death to be slaughtered by others? Thinking of this, he can't care about the grievances with Chiguang. At the moment, when he raised his hand, a dragon spear broke through the air, turned into a streamer and galloped, with an indomitable tragic aura, and went straight to Yang Xiaofei!

After watching the battle for a long time, he had already seen that Qianyang was an incarnation of Yang Xiao, and if he could attack Yang Xiao, then the incarnation of Qianyang would naturally be self-defeating.

"Hmm, such a naïve calculation, but unfortunately, with the wrong object, I really don't know whether to live or die!" Seeing that the bruises finally couldn't bear it anymore and shot at himself, and as soon as he made a move, he approached Yang Xiao's real body, the essence light in the eyes of the Qianyang incarnation flickered, and a cold snort erupted in his mouth, and between the waves of his hand, Nanming Lihuo Sword Light was loud, the raging Nanming Lihuo was away from the fire, and the sharp and sharp Sen Ran sword light slashed through the void in an instant, wrapped in the fragments of the void, turning into a boundless sword wave, dividing left and right, surging towards the red light and the bruised Erjiao that was flying towards it!

Such a vast sword wave was rolling and surging, and the red light and bruise Erjiao were suddenly shocked, and hurriedly made a move to resist, but how could they resist it? I only heard a crisp click, facing Yang Xiao's red light, the dragon knife in his hand could no longer withstand the edge of Nan Mingli's fire sword, and it was broken into two in mid-air!

Chiguang's body was in mid-air, as if he had been smashed hard by someone from nothingness with a 10,000-pound hammer on his head and face, his body shook violently like a sifting chaff, and there was a solid muffled snort in his mouth, blood spurted, and he leaned back with a snort, and fell down from mid-air!

Although the bruises occupy the power of the sneak attack, it can't stop the sword power of Qianyang's incarnation, and even the person with the gun was directly swept out, and the person was in mid-air, and he couldn't help but spurt out a stream of blood in his mouth.

At this moment, he was already remorseful, even if he showed hostility, he shouldn't really besiege Yang Xiao with Chiguang, before he made a move, it was still possible, but as soon as he made a move, things had reached the point of no return.

"With you, you also want to play a game of killing and looting with me, which is a little too self-conscious. The killing intent was completely triggered, and Qianyang incarnated with a loud shout, and suddenly, the fire around his body was steaming, burning the eight wildernesses!

Nan Mingli's Fire Sword was stirred by Yang Xiao's True Yuan, and suddenly he couldn't stop bursting into an earth-shattering roar, and his sword qi instantly soared, reaching a new realm.

Chiguang and Bruise glanced at each other, both saw the helplessness and bitterness in each other's eyes, originally, they thought that they had looked up to Yang Xiao high enough, but they didn't expect that Yang Xiao's strength was far beyond their expectations, just a Yuan Shen incarnation made it difficult for them to resist.

The fiery red man, the blue sword, the flames are monstrous, there is a great tendency to obscure the sky, and the killing machine of the forest has filled the surrounding void in an instant.

"Roar-" Knowing that it had reached the last moment, the crisis of life and death was in front of him, Chiguang and Bruise no longer had any reservations, and at the same time there was a hideous roar, and suddenly, the vitality was vast and surging, and in the boundless waves, two huge dragons, one red and one green, appeared in their original form.

As if it was a giant beast from ancient times, the huge Jiaolong coiled its body and opened its bloody mouth, one left and one right, one in front and one behind, and went straight to Yang Xiao and Qianyang incarnation to devour.

Seeing the two huge dragons approaching violently, the incarnation of Qianyang did not see the slightest fear, the pure yang true yuan poured, and then turned his hand, turning the Nanming Lihuo sword, Qing Feng trembled, and the Tiandun Sword Technique was opened, and the supreme edge covered the heaven and earth, and he drank coldly in his mouth, and suddenly made a great move:

"Wind and clouds are the same as the ancients!"

Sharp sword qi, Juyuan burst into the nine skies, stirred up boundless wind and clouds, gave birth to inexplicable visions, converged in all directions, like vortex fluctuations, injected into the body of the Nanming Fire Sword, blooming infinite faint blue light, boundless blazing firepower, the fire swept the eight wildernesses, and scattered the surrounding void.

The person and the sword merged, the streamer exploded, and between the swaying, it was clearly visible, the sharp sword light broke through the air, cut through the void limit, and went straight to the two attacking dragons, slashing and falling, and the eight desolations shook.

Although the body of the dragon is huge, it is not flexible, running and galloping, the speed is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, the boundless sword qi breaks through the air, the red light and the bruise two Jiao continue to surge the body, and then give birth to countless wonderful changes, manipulating the void to twist and forcibly dodge.

Yang Xiao sneered, the killing intent was monstrous, and when Qianyang incarnated to make a move, he did not reserve, dragging Nan Mingli Fire Sword to open and close vertically and horizontally, the boundless majestic sword momentum, the huge power that shook thousands of mountains, even the body of the dragon, it was difficult to resist, and he was forced to retreat step by step, and the image of victory and defeat was clear in an instant.

Qianyang's incarnation was unforgiving, and the fire sword in his hand roared and slashed down, cutting the void of heaven and earth.

"Whew-"

It was like a fragile piece of white paper, cut through it by a sharp weapon, and it was a little unimaginable, a dazzling blue sword light, like a meteor falling above the nine heavens, cutting through the darkness, the red light was in the middle, and in the midst of the blood rain, the body exploded directly, becoming a thick blood mist!

The incarnation of Qianyang stood in the void, Nan Ming in his hand dragged the fire sword diagonally, the slender sword shadow was printed with the blood mist in the air, and in the air, the rich smell of blood was mixed with the killing machine of Sen Ran, surrounded by slenderness, flying endlessly, and the scene was very weird.

The bruises instantly turned into human shapes, and he was so frightened that he retreated step by step, and there was no blood on his face.

"It's really disappointing to be weak. With a cold snort in his mouth, Qianyang incarnated and stepped forward, and between raising his hand, Nan Ming was far from the edge of the fire sword, and a sharp sword light pierced through the sky, and went straight to the bruises to slash head-on, for those who dared to shoot at him, he was never soft, and some things, there must be blood, in order to clean up a trace of qiē (to be continued......