The dawn of Emperor Cang was cold and cold. He did not say a word with Liu Chenshuang, and slowly extended his hand...

In an instant, a long sword appeared in the air and was held in his hand.

The sword was swaying, and the temperature of the whole air was cold and a little bit cold due to the appearance of the long sword. The clouds in the sky were full of lightning and thunder, which made the atmosphere more cold.

Bai Yan stood beside the Emperor Cang, and the wind blew her blue silk, and her face was also with a firm color.

"I won't let you have a chance... hurt her!"

When the words fell, the figure of Emperor Cang moved.

The long sword is like the wind, and the earth is trembled at the moment of the stroke.

The man’s silver hair flutters in the wind, his cold phoenix has no emotion, and the gloomy is terrible...

Liu Chenshuang sneered, and got up and greeted her. Her silver sword was cold and cold, and even the air was frozen under her sword.

Boom!

The two swords collided in the air and the momentum surged.

Emperor Cang's arm numb, his blood in his mouth overflowed, and the frowning eyebrows were cold.

"Emperor Cang!"

Bai Yan was shocked and stunned, and he wanted to go to the side of Emperor Cang.

However, the faint glimmer of the dust of the dust, in an instant, a strong pressure from her body rushed out, the overwhelming cage was caught throughout the world.

The true God is strong, the highest in the world.

Her power, even if it is white, can't stand it.

Under this pressure, Bai Yan’s footsteps were stopped in the same place, as if they had rooted in the same place, they had sprouted, and they could not move.

Emperor Cang also felt the heart sinking, the power of the true God, and indeed some detached from his imagination, otherwise, he would not want to let Bai Yan go first.

However, the power of this true God is too familiar to him, familiar with the fact that he used this power to override the sentient beings.

Do not!

The power he is familiar with is stronger than the power of the true **** of Liu Chenshuang.

But he couldn’t think of the kind of power that kind of feeling in the end...

Emperor Cang gripped the sword in his hand tightly. He didn't realize that the sword in his hand was filled with red light, and this red light shrouded his body for a moment, and his phoenix became A red crimson seems to have been stained with blood.

The surrounding scenery gradually faded from the eyes of Emperor Cang, and when he returned to God, he found himself standing on a battlefield.

This battlefield is too familiar, just like... He has been to this place.

"Yan?"

At a glance, Emperor Cang saw the white woman standing on the sky not far away.

Even though the appearance of this white woman is not very similar to Bai Yan, he still recognizes it in a flash, she is white.

There is nothing wrong with the feeling of being familiar with the bones. Except for Yan, no woman can bring him such feelings...

Emperor Cang's brows wrinkled more and more tightly, and his phoenix was firmly locked in the white woman in the void, but he did not go forward, but fell into meditation.

How did he come to this place?

By the way, he feels the power of Liu Chenshuang's true God, so that he has an unprecedented sense of familiarity, so... will he walk into this battlefield?

What about his face?

Just as the emperor was in the air, there was a sound of dragons and phoenixes in front.

The dragon and the phoenix rang into the ear and swayed in his ear.

He turned slightly, and in an instant, a beautiful face of the city was reflected in his phoenix, his eyes tightened, and the twilight tightly locked the man in the purple gown under the void.