In the brilliant fireworks, a figure rushed upward, and the light in the sky could not cover the sword qi that pointed straight to the sky. In the gloomy black clouds, lightning and thunder roared, and the thousands of acres of heavy rain seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, rushing towards the red-robed demon path sitting on the statue of the god and gathering the power of all the gods, forming a huge funnel hanging in the sky.

The sword qi slashed upwards from below, as if it was about to tear apart the sky and split one into two. The chill hit his face, the equatorian condensed his eyes, waved his sleeves, and the next moment stood up, floating in the void, blending the background of thunder and lightning behind him into the darkness. With his sleeves as his pen and flames as ink, he quickly wrote in the void a wild dancing font, condensed into dark cyan runes, and arranged them in front of him.

Qin Yan was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and it was in front of him in an instant, and the cold light of the long sword in his hand divided his face into two halves. The equatorian waved his arm again, and the cyan halo that had been stored for a long time finally shot out and poured it on the long sword, instantly extinguishing the light in it. The sword showed a turquoise color, swirling with cyan smoke, but it evaporated at an extremely fast rate. The power of the divine power could only stop it for a while, and then it would shine again.

At this moment, Qin Yan had jumped onto the palm of the idol, and the equatorian man stood in the air above the idol's shoulder, and the dark silent background only lasted for a second, and then the scene of thunder and lightning in the gloomy clouds was restored.

Qin Yan stepped on his feet heavily, his body was like lightning, and the sword that crossed the sky took the head of the equatorial man, and the roar in his mouth was better than the thunder that exploded overhead: "Demon Dao, take your life!"

The equatorial man's eyes narrowed into a thin slit, and his palms cast the seal more quickly, and layers of blazing flames wrapped around his body, turning the color from red to pitch black, and the flame dragon also blended into it, turning into a deep brilliance. When the flames spread out in front of him, forming a dark wall, just as the sound of the incantation in his mouth reached the climax, all the beings under the sky were immersed in the majesty of the oracle, and the chanting overpowered the sound of the rain and thunder, and the heaven and earth were magnificent. The majestic mantra did not come from him, but from the mouth of the god, and God was reciting the mantra!

And Qin Yan was unmoved, his sword momentum did not stop, and he shot fiercely towards the equatorial people behind the flame wall. The equatorian withdrew with both palms, and the wall of flames pressed down like a mountain, and the frost and cold sword qi met fiercely, and in an instant, the brilliance burst out, like an iceberg thrown into the abyssal lava, and the ice and fire collided fiercely, and the momentum of the two climbed to the extreme in an instant.

In order to achieve a quick victory, Qin Yan had already abandoned his skills and swung countless Ice Ling Sword Qi to attack the wall of flames, and the brilliant light of the Dao shattered into crystalline ice chips in the flames, turning into nothingness. The blazing flame dragon opened its huge mouth and swallowed light, letting out a silent roar.

The majestic shock wave spread outward, and the light on the flame table flickered and dimmed, crumbling. The two incomparable breaths on the idol collided together, and the figures in the flames and sword light gradually distorted, and gradually became illusory in the eyes of many kneeling ghosts, and gradually became two giants of light and flames, fighting fiercely on the shoulders of the idol.

Half of the sky was shrouded in clouds, thick black shadows hung low, lightning flew through them, and rumbling thunder was drowned out by the chanting of the gods' mantras. As the idol's eyes slowly opened, the other half of the sky turned into a bright sun, scorching the earth and dividing the sky into two distinct scenes.

Qin Yan made a full attack this time, and as soon as he raised his hand, the sky was full of frost sword qi, which was no different from the legendary sword immortal. However, in the face of the equatorian who held his divine power, he could not penetrate the waves woven by the layers of flames of the other party. It was a flame dragon with its eyes open, and each flame had the terrifying temperature of molten gold and wrought iron, and it was already a great achievement when condensed to this point.

The god of fire and flame is worthy of being a great demon who has been cultivated for a hundred years. Each punch of the equatorian carried a blazing wave of qi, which was extremely violent, and after resisting Qin Yan's initial crazy attack, he had gradually gained the upper hand. After all, after a series of battles, the strength of the extreme will decline, and it is faintly suppressed by the divine power that is close at hand, the two figures are entangled, Qin Yan retreats again and again, and in the mortar attack of the flames, he brings up a series of cold afterimages, and his momentum gradually decreases.

The Red Flame Dragon crashed into the 10,000-year-old iceberg, splashing dust and stirring up thousands of piles of snow. The extremely sharp sword qi decayed in the flames, and the owner of the long sword hurriedly retreated, but the protective sword light was attacked by the flames and shattered one after another.

The equatorian was unforgiving, and jumped off the idol and chased after him, and at this moment, his eyelids jumped, and he saw a ball of blood light piercing through the fire shadows.

It was a crimson riche was richer than the flames, and in an instant it emptied all the colors of heaven and earth, except for the dark background, like an abyss, which suffocated him.

The fist in the blood light pushed the withering and decaying, and the arrogant flame dragon was only a thin veil, which was extinguished at the touch of a button, and it was in front of the equatorian people in an instant. The equatorian tilted his head, his fist brushing his ears with a bright red. Qin Yan's fist hit the air, and he slammed into the air. The equatorian only had time to raise his hand to hold the other man's arm, when the heavy force of the mountain fell and slammed down on his shoulder. He snorted, and almost half of his body was twisted, and he suddenly fell to the earth.

Qin Yan raised his sword and fell, and with a flash of cold light, he saw a head rising into the sky and rolling out several feet away. And the headless corpses of the equatorians on the ground were still twitching, Qin Yan was worried that this kind of spirit would still mutate, and he added a few more swords to cut the corpse into many pieces of bits and pieces. At this moment, the Equatorian people finally died completely, and their bodies turned into bits of sparks and gradually dissipated.

Qin Yan breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at his left hand, and saw that the part of his left arm below the elbow was scorched black, and he was so numb that he almost lost consciousness. When he dealt a fatal blow to the Equatorians, he used the Imperial Weapon Technique to control his own fists, and he really exerted his extremely powerful strength, but the price he paid was not small. Even with the infiltration of the Han Blood Exercises, it would take at least a day or two for the left hand to recover freely.

Fortunately, the strong enemy had already been beheaded, otherwise he would have to find a way to flee for his life.

But...... Qin Yan looked around, this illusion didn't seem to have been lifted, where should Young Master Ben get out?

He looked around, and saw that the ghosts outside the square were still bowing and bowing, and there was still a faint aura of gods in the air, restricting the spread of his divine sense. From this point of view, even if there is no main formation, it is not easy to get out of this big formation.

He turned suddenly, his gaze resting on the idol, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

'I don't know what kind of evil god you are, since you dare to help that demon Dao suppress this young master, if this young master doesn't destroy your golden body, how can he be happy in his heart!' Thinking like this, he strode up to the statue.

The statue of the god, which is more than four feet high, exudes a majesty like an abyss and a prison. Qin Yan was like a tiny ant at its feet, which could be stepped on with a single stroke. However, it is such a small ant that wants to slaughter the gods!

Qin Yan raised his face and slowly raised his sword.

Chop your feet first, knock you to the ground, and then slowly chop you into ten or eight pieces!