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"Brother, save me!"

The sharp sound wave does not use the void as the medium, and directly blasts into the ears of everyone inside and outside Bai Yujing. Everyone can feel the unwillingness and suffocation in that voice.

"who?"

Bai Yujing was in an uproar inside and outside.

Countless people looked up to the sky and saw that the air was swelling, the sky was like an ocean, and the mighty starlight came from the north, stirring up endless vitality, spreading above the sky,

Suddenly, tens of thousands of miles have filled the sky.

Two figures are chasing.

One person flies horizontally in front, the blood is scattered in the sky, and the other person treads the sky like a wave, with a mighty breath like a sea of ​​smoke.

Ling Xun's domineering aura unabashedly enveloped the entire Bai Yujing, tens of thousands of miles in the sky and the ground, all monks and even spirit beasts, ants, were all lost in a trance by the shock of this breath.

Just chasing and fleeing, the momentum is already so amazing.

call!

An Qisheng stepped into the air, with a cold expression, and no mercy when he shot, his power was shocking:

"No one can save you!"

"what!"

Zhang Wuji was extremely angry.

At this moment, he had already understood what the Taoist Yuanyang wanted to do, clearly he wanted to kill himself in front of the Bai Yujing.

Kill the chicken and the monkey!

With a roar of anger for help, Zhang Wuji's whole body erupted like a volcano, and his divine power surged like a hurricane frenzy.

With both arms open, countless sacred soldiers were branded, and the magic weapon phantom rose from behind, and once again appeared in the sky.

Those magic weapons, magic weapons, even though they are phantoms, seem to be substantively agile, intertwined vertically and horizontally, and cooperate with each other to evolve a terrifying killing magical power.

As mighty as the sky, he greeted An Qisheng who burst out with murderous intent.

But it is the method of killing the sky.

This method is powerful, and it is said to be able to transform the world's gods. If it can be cultivated to great success, it can even evolve the mark of the supreme and supreme treasure, and it is also famous in Zhongzhou.

At the end of the Middle Ages, there was a master of Butian Pavilion who cultivated this method to great accomplishment. He condensed all the princes and princes and lingbao between thoughts and thoughts. He was once the greatest opponent of "Guantian Supreme" before it became Tao.

Boom!

An Qisheng stepped into the sky, rising up into the sky with an unwavering momentum, as if to shake down the stars in the sky.

The five-color sacred light intertwined vertically and horizontally to squeeze the sky, and instantly descend, submerging all the spiritual treasures and the phantom shadows of the gods that have evolved from the sky-filling killing method.

Between the five-color interweaving, all the magic weapons, the phantom of the gods and soldiers disappear instantly!

boom!

Then a big hand pierced through the air, and the five fingers flicked, like a towering heavenly gate, patted the canthus Zhang Wuji again.

"Don't want to kill me!"

Zhang Wuji's eyes were distraught, and he couldn't even dream that he could encounter such a person who completely restrained all his magical powers in this land of East Continent!

That five-color light, completely defeated his holy method of patching the sky!

If not, how could he be defeated so miserably even if he is invincible!

Vomiting blood, furious.

Zhang Wuji's momentum continued to rise, his hands changed thousands of times, and he evolved an infinite magic weapon.

But those five colors filled the world, any magic weapon, once the phantom of the magic weapon appeared, it was brushed off.

But he never gave up, his blood burned and sublimated, his vigor was like a god, and he kept fighting, wanting to tear the five-color sky.

Tearing the huge palm that was pressing down.

"Taoist Yuanyang?"

"Junior Brother Zhang?!"

Above the head of Bai Yujing, the Lord Butian Pavilion and the other three were all surprised.

But I didn't expect that before they started, the Taoist Yuanyang had already killed Bai Yujing!

How dare he?

How dare he?

Sect Master Ling Tian was frightened.

Even when the Emperor Tianding was most rampant, he did not dare to attack the holy land, the residence of the sect.

"Ok?"

The main gaze of Butian Pavilion condensed suddenly, and he was extremely frightened.

He never expected that Zhang Wuji would be chased by this Yuanyang Taoist, and he did not expect that the Holy Method of Patching the Sky would be completely suppressed!

how is this possible?

That is the sacred law that the sages used to compete with the supreme before they were enlightened!

Even though Zhang Wou-ki is not qualified to practice the whole book, he is also the world's super secret magical powers, how could it be so easily broken?

While frightened, he stepped into the air, the brilliant divine light rushed into the sky, and while the boundless edge was rolling and stirring, he roared:

"you dare!"

boom!

In the next instant, a shocking collision broke out in the sky, and terrifying ripples swept through the sky for thousands of miles like a world-destroying storm.

Scarlet blood waves, like waterfalls, fall into the sky.

boom!

The roar of the Master Patching Heaven stopped abruptly.

A blood-stained head flew for thousands of miles, smashing into the void like a meteor. That was Zhang Wuji's head.

Call~

The void seemed to calm down instantly.

The Master Butian was stunned on the spot, watching the pouring blood rain, his head flying horizontally, his eyelids beating constantly.

I just said to invite a master.

This Junior Brother Zhang, from Zhongzhou, one of the Seven Patches of Heaven in the contemporary era, was actually beaten to death in front of Bai Yujing, before his eyes!

The vitality of the vacuum crusher is extremely strong, but he can feel a stern murderous intent flooding the sky, like thunder rolling away, crushing all the remaining vitality of Zhang Wuji.

Nothing to replace the dead is of any use.

died!

Completely dead!

In this scene, Sect Master Ling Tian and the Supreme Elder of the Wanfa Tower both had chills.

A powerful smashing vacuum was just killed.

This Taoist Yuanyang is actually much stronger than a hundred days ago...

Both of them were shaking.

The many monks inside and outside Bai Yujing were shocked and unspeakable. In the large array of activation, countless monks looked up and looked at the rain of blood, their expressions shaking.

They don't know who this person is, but this movement is shaking the earth and the earth is shaking, obviously it is a great power.

Such a big man, most people will never see a face in their lives, so he was killed outside the city?

Click~

With his big hand retracted, An Qisheng held a Qiankun Spirit Ring, and looked at the Master Butian:

"Don't you dare?"

Zhang Wuji was a little worse than Zhiqian fourteen, but it wasn't that he was inferior in talent, but that his years of practice were far from enough.

In fact, this Promise is less than fourteen years old!

Such an age, such an achievement, is also worthy of his identity as the seven sons of the sky.

It's just that in the process of chasing and killing more than 1.2 million miles, across a dozen dynasties, he naturally found out all the flaws of Zhang Wuji.

It is naturally easier to kill it than to suppress it.

"Junior Brother Zhang..."

The Lord Butian Pavilion's face turned cold.

Huh~

In the whistling air current, An Qisheng stood under the sky, dressed in the five colors of the starry sky, with a calm expression, his eyes were indifferent to the Lord Butian Pavilion and others:

"What are you discussing, maybe tell me?"

He has a clear mind and is most sensitive to the killing intent of others.

Naturally, he could feel the powerful killing intent on the three of them, and this was also one of the reasons why he came all the way.

He is not Tianding Emperor.

Don't like being passively beaten.

Rather than being hit at the door time and time again, it is better to decide the battlefield and the enemy yourself.

boom!

A divine fire suddenly appeared between the heavens and the earth, rushing into the sky for thousands of kilometers, and in the raging flames, the Lord of the Pavilion of Patching Heaven was like a god, holding a divine sword.

Stepping up, burst into a shocking murderous intent:

"Taoist Yuanyang, **** you!"

Master Butian Pavilion's killing intent is like tide!

Butian Pavilion is located in the world of Kyushu, the four seas, and the endless desert, but the real Butian Pavilion is still in Zhongzhou.

The Seventh Mending Heaven may not be as good as him at this time, but his status in the sect is even higher.

Such a person did not die when he was fighting against the world's heroes, so he was killed in front of him. It was his calm mind and he couldn't help being furious!

boom!

In an instant, the sword light soared into the sky, and the mighty blade light was like a river flowing across the sky, filling the world, colliding with the five colors, and evolving an endless killing technique.

With the lessons of Zhang Wuji, he did not practice the ‘sacred law of patching the sky’.

Boom!

Almost at the same time when the Lord Butian took the shot, two equally tyrannical auras burst out.

Sect Master Ling Tian soared into the sky like a dragon, set off an endless storm of sword energy, and killed Xiang An Qisheng:

"kill!"

What is there to say when the enemy meets?

Seeing that the Taoist Yuanyang seemed more tyrannical than a hundred days ago, the killing intent in his heart was stronger than that of the pavilion master.

Such an enemy is too dangerous.

The light of swords and swords rushed into the sky, tearing the five colors reflected in the sky, and the powerful aura filled the room, the earth was shaking, and the river was flowing back.

And faster than the two is the old man of Wanfalou!

The old man must dance wildly, his breath is vigorous and domineering like a dragon, his fists are flying across the sky, setting off countless storms across the world.

There are more than thousands of dragons roaring in the form of vigor, horrible coercion covering the sky and the sun, extremely domineering"

"Little thief Yuanyang, where is my lord?"

Three masters, shot at the same time!

Without any reservations, without any extra words, a shot is a lore!

Rumble!

Tens of thousands of miles exploded in the sky, the earth trembled like waves, terrifying cracks spread everywhere, and the formation outside Bai Yujing buzzed and trembled.

Under the pressure of the terrifying breath, the cultivators in the whole city turned pale.

"Ling Tian sword technique, Ten Thousand Magic Heaven Dragon Fist! This, this..."

"Sect Master Ling Tian! That person is actually Sect Master Ling Tian!"

"Teacher, master-level battle! Those who shoot are all smashing vacuum powerhouses!"

"That person, that person is Yuanyang Taoist! He was born out of nowhere and suppressed the master master of Wanfalou!"

Bai Yujing was in an uproar, and he already recognized who the shot was.

The magical powers of these three people are too eye-catching. For countless years, how can anyone still not know the magical powers of the ten major sects?

Even if you don't know who the three are, just by looking at the magical powers, you can already know who the sect is.

Naturally, he recognized An Qisheng.

Huh

Under the mighty storm of magical powers, An Qi was hunting and hunting, and his hair was flying, but his expression remained unchanged, and he stepped forward without any rush.

Buzz!

It was just such a trivial action, and the mighty storm of supernatural power was stagnant.

The endless starlight rolls down like a thousand long rivers, intertwined horizontally and horizontally, the five colors suddenly turn, and the starry sky descends again!

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth are transformed into the capital, the sky and the sun are gone, instead, there is a starry sky that permeates all directions!

At this moment, even if Bai Yujing is a monk inside and outside, there is no difference between this starry sky and the starry sky that night falls!

Change another day!

The starry sky replaced the sky, and this vast void was taken over by this starlight!

The expressions of the crowd were horrified, and the terrifying waves of air emptied in the starry sky.

Like the tide of extinction, the earth is shaking and the sky is shaking, and the horrible light sways in the deep starry sky, and the ‘stars’ are crushed.

But the starlight seemed endless, surging endlessly, rolling in, colliding with the three tyrannical supernatural powers, stirring up even more terrifying waves of air. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

"This is true..."

With a dead blow, Sect Master Ling Tian's pupils shrank slightly.

Looking far away, I saw the core of this starry sky, the stars that were shining with the'spiritual light of the sky' were slowly rotating in a strange trajectory.

He knew that this was the true form of Yuanyang Taoist, but he did not expect that in just a hundred days, his true form would have changed again!

It was able to contain all their supernatural powers!

"Dongtian magical power?"

The Master Butian was shocked and recognized the change in this true form.

The true form is the surface, the cave and the sky are the inside, and the cave and the sky are intertwined vertically and horizontally, and they form a stunning magical power!

Can the twenty-four square cave sky?

Is this suicide?

His heart trembled, but he didn't stop his hands. The Heavenly Sword shook, and instead spit out the blade more violently.

Scoff~

The blade of light pierced the starry sky and burst into the ocean, and the cold air froze the starry sky like a substance.

Straight towards the middle of the starry sky, An Qisheng stood with his hand held down.

"Pretending to be a god, it's true, what can I do?"

Compared with the two, the old man in the Wanfa Tower is more violent, with his fist imprints in the air, and under the domineering power, thousands of dragons are in the form of vigor:

"Break me!"

Each one has distinct scales, and its momentum is majestic and majestic, as if it was really punched out, Wanlong turned out!

Its subtlety may not be as good as fourteen, but its power is more powerful!

Wherever the fist prints crossed the sky, the starry sky and starlight were all broken, as if thousands of ancient beasts roared and trampled.

The large starry sky trembled for it.

"The three are all powerful heroes..."

Between the stars, An Qisheng stood with his hands holding hands, his eyes gloomy, seemingly more vast than the stars:

"The weight of this chicken should be enough."