Resurrection of Shinto

Great Chu Army!

The bright light burst out.

Like a beam of light, it tore through various visions in the sky, and a blue sky emerged, and it continued to rush toward the depths of the sky.

Magnificent, vast, and entangled with the ancient breath.

Dou Changgong sat on the chariot, his eyes full of purple, like a burning purple flame, slowly drifting along the corner of Dou Changgong's eyes, spreading to the position of three inches, and then gradually disappeared.

Wearing a white robe inside and a blood-colored battle armor on the outside, Dou Changgong slowly stood up, his scarlet cloak trembling behind him.

Dou Changgong is one person, rivaling the same army.

The arrogant Chu army shows its breath, like a round of the sun.

In the center of heaven and earth, their eyes all converged on Dou Changgong no matter where they were above or below.

Looking up at the Xuanxians who are already approaching the Central Army of the Great Chu, a cold expression appeared on the stern expression, and the shaky cloak glowed with strands of light.

Like a yellow sac, the red is like a pill of fire, six legs and four wings, and there is no face.

The terrifying breath erupted, like a demon god, roaring up to the sky, making people fearful.

The devil ghost stepped forward, rushing forward arbitrarily, blending into the physique of Long Gong, the blood-colored armor's back position, cracked in it, the bulging sarcoma was clearly visible and growing, in less than a breathing time.

From the position of Sinus Changsheng's back, sharp metal has emerged in the sarcoma, the sarcoma has been torn and shattered, and the minced flesh of the sarcoma is swaying in all directions, and the four wings have been slowly stretched behind Sinus Changgong.

The four wings are like metal casting, and the feathers on the top stand upright, like steel needles, connected to each other, depicting Taoism, and a Taoist rhyme emerges.

The four wings were fully opened, as long as five feet long, and with a gentle instigation, Dou Changgong had already flown from the chariot.

The breath is overwhelming, highlighting the peak of Xuanxian.

Mao Zhong Qun Xianju looked condescendingly at the army in Da Chu, watching a mysterious immortal appear again in Da Chu, and many immortals' contempt had disappeared.

Another Xuanxian appeared, still a pinnacle Xuanxian, no ordinary Xuanxian could match.

The accidents that appeared one after another continued to narrow the strength of both sides.

The absolute strength was originally crushed. If this continues, Huang Shen and Liubo Dijun will come, and there will be suspense about the victory of the two sides. Even if they can win, it will be a tragic victory.

There can be no more delays, and the same thoughts immediately appeared in Qun Xian's hearts.

Their leisure at the beginning has disappeared without a trace, staring at Dou Changgong with cold eyes.

Mao Zhong looked at Hua Chang and stood with his hands tied. Hua Chang in the gorgeous robe slowly nodded to Mao Zhong. With a flick of his wide sleeves, a three-foot flying sword had flown out of Hua Chang's sleeves.

Like a stream of light, it was fleeting, and came to Dou Changgong in an instant.

Above the blade of the three-foot flying sword, a ray of light continued to circulate, and the tip of the sword appeared in pitch black, as if a black hole continuously swallowed everything.

The remaining groups of immortals did not stop, and continued to rush towards the Chinese army.

An indifferent voice sounded from behind Mao Zhong and the others, "Where do you want to go?"

Accompanied by an indifferent voice, a Xuanxian spit out blood.

Drops of red gold blood contained hot power, like bombs, bursting in all directions.

The blood of the gods is like pure gold.

A spear, bright white in color, and the tip of the spear is not sharp, but is polished by rock.

This is a two-foot-two spear, purely polished from a rib. Although it has the shape of a spear, traces of carving can be seen everywhere.

The spear pierced the chest of a Xuanxian, and the scarlet golden blood dripped down the tip of the spear.

Dou Changgong pulled out hard, the bone spear was pulled out, losing the strength of the bone spear, the profound fairy spewed scarlet golden blood, the clouds under his feet dissipated, and the corpse crashed down in midair.

The three-foot flying sword, like a meteor, suddenly pierced a stalwart body with four wings on the back and blood armor.

Like a bubble, it breaks with a touch.

The three-foot flying sword galloped past without encountering any obstacles at all.

The Xuanxian dropped from the corpse, a palm-sized tortoise shell treasure, suddenly bright, filled with clear light, wrapped around the corpse, and firmly held the corpse.

But all this is too late.

Dou Changgong was already standing in front of Mao Zhong's kind of immortal.

fast.

It's too fast.

This is no fantasy, just pure speed.

When the speed reached a certain limit, even if the defensive treasure had just reacted, its owner would have fallen under the bone spear in Dou Changgong's hand.

The three-foot flying sword flew back, like a rope wrapped around Huachang's arm.

Hua Chang stared at Dou Changgong with an ugly expression, and lightly stroked a corner of his gorgeous clothes with one hand, and burn marks appeared on it.

An exquisite jade medal is coming from a broken place~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Within a short period of time, the other party hit him.

If he hadn't been cautious, he would have fallen with just one blow, but when he reacted, this one had actually killed another Xuanxian.

These speeds are so fast that they are not only about speed, but also the power of law.

And it's not a general rule. There is absolutely no such horror as the rule of speed and so on.

Dou Changgong gently stroked the bone spear in his hand, and stared at Mao Zhong's immortals plainly, watching that they had joined hands and each raised the treasure of body protection to prevent himself from being attacked.

His four wings spread out behind him, and the bone spear in his hand was horizontal.

The milky white light in front of Huachang shone, like the rise of layers of walls, sealing all sides, firmly holding Huachang in it.

On the exquisite jade seal, a line of small characters appeared.

In the thirteenth year of Emperor Ji, Taiwei presented Huachang to his friend.

The jade chapter is not an immortal product, but it is an ordinary product, but because of its words, it is noble and turned into a defensive treasure.

The bone spear ran across the sky and reached the front of Huachang. The bone spear continued to move forward. From Huachang's unbelievable gaze, the bone spear pierced Huachang's heart.

A defensive treasure has never been blocked.

It was not the bone spear that smashed the defensive treasure, but the two were in different spaces. The bone spear perfectly bypassed the space of the defensive treasure, and then suddenly shot out.

The bone spear drooped, and a corpse had been picked up.

Hua Chang's corpse was dripping with blood, and began to infect the gorgeous clothes, jade seals, flying swords and other treasures, each turned into meteors, and scattered in all directions.

Dou Changgong looked at the Mao Zhong group of immortals who had been gazing at him on alert. He was not excited about killing two profound immortals in a row. Instead, he appeared in pain and said, "Why?"

"Why are you so weak?"