This is a sword rain falling from the sky, and the strange purple light reflected on the sky, blocking the scorching sun, so that the sky above the sky is filled with a cold chill.

All the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion looked at this scene, and their eyes were completely widened.

Looking at the purple dragon like substance, and the purple sword rain covered with sky, their only thought is...

This is a heavenly pavilion!

Is it true that Fang Zhengzhi wants to be an enemy of the entire Tiandao Pavilion?

If Yan Xiu's battle with the five elders just gave them a shock, then now, feeling the sharpness of the sword light, their feeling is terrified.

Dodge.

But how to hide?

"No!" At this moment, an anxious roar also sounded, and then, a huge coercion also rushed out from above the heaven.

It was an overwhelming golden light.

In the golden light, there is also a Tamron, which is also similar to the substance, but it is a golden Tamron, with two blood-red eyes flashing a bloodthirsty light.

"Eye of Canglong?"

Looking at the golden dragon that rushed out, standing on the two holy bodies not far from Lin Mubai, the priest of the Daxia Dynasty, they also unconsciously stepped back five steps.

"Roar!" The animal roared.

The golden light covered the heads of the disciples in the Tiandao Pavilion, while the golden Tamron rushed towards the purple Tamron that roamed the sky.

"Boom!" Skyrim's purple sword light finally fell, falling on a golden light, making a sharp and huge sound.

And then, there is the second, third, fourth...

"Booming..."

Countless purple sword lights bombarded on the golden light, making the golden light tremble.

Soon, the golden light was penetrated.

Countless purple sword lights, passing through the golden light, fell to the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion below.

"Can't avoid it!"

"It must be stopped!"

"Bring the power into the eyes of Canglong on Da Xia Sheng!"

The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion looked at such a scene, and they all clenched their teeth, and a bright light radiated from their bodies. At the same time, those lights quickly converged with the golden light of the sky.

There was endless noise.

Some weaker disciples of Tiandao Pavilion spewed out blood and sat down on the ground, and even some disciples of Tiandao Pavilion who were capable of achieving reincarnation were sweating at the moment.

There are even some reincarnation disciples of Tiandao Pavilion who have already spilled blood at the corner of their mouths.

"Uh!"

"Oh, uh!"

Seeing that there were more and more disciples in the Tiandao Pavilion, finally, a few rays of light also rushed towards the sky like lightning.

There are dozens of figures.

And each figure has an extremely complex character flashing on the forehead.

Holy Realm.

"Oh!" The purple Tamron of Skyrim has collided with the golden Tamron, and the claws of the two dragons shone cold and iron-like luster.

At this moment, on the top of the purple Tamron.

There was still a person standing, a person wrapped in purple light all over his body, a pair of magical purple light in his eyes flowing, and a few traces of blood shining on the invisible sword in his hand.

"Is there no mark?" Mu Qingfeng's gaze quietly looked at the square standing on the purple dragon, and made a very low voice in his mouth.

"Poof!" A spurting voice sounded.

St. Lin Mubai’s knees were trembling, obviously he was injured, but he was still holding on, and he seemed to have the faith to stick to the end.

because……

He couldn't let Fang Zhengzhi's sword fall.

In any case, he must not let Fang Zhengzhi's sword fall.

"Boom!" Skyrim made a loud noise again.

That was the sound of a holy realm who rushed up and collided with the purple dragon first. It was a sword that was enough to tear the air.

But even such a sword...

Chopping on the Purple Tamron, it still just made the Purple Tamron tremble, and a little purple light fell from the place where the sword was chopped.

"Hao Qiang, this kid is really just reincarnation?!" The disciples of the Holy Realm Heaven Dao Pavilion looked at this scene and froze for a moment.

By this time...

Only then did he understand how strong the integrity of the three elders and five elders was.

"Oh!" Long Yin said.

The purple Tamron's body tumbled in the air, evading the entanglement of the golden Tamron, and a huge dragon tail swept directly into the disciples of the Holy Realm Heavenly Pavilion that rushed up first.

"Bang!" The disciples of Shengdao Tiandao Pavilion's body crooked, the light covering them dissipated like ice and snow melting, and a mouthful of blood spilled directly from the corner of the mouth.

This filled his eyes with disbelief.

Even though, he has felt the strength of Fang Zhengzheng, but to such a degree, it is still to an incredible degree.

"It's the sword in his hand!"

"That sword is weird!"

"First grab the sword in his hand!"

Several disciples of the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion quickly exchanged their eyes, and then their eyes were quickly focused on the innocent sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hands.

Then they moved...

Fast as lightning.

Instead of fighting with the Purple Dragon, he chose to get close to Fang Zhengzhi directly.

The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion below, as well as the two saints standing not far from Mu Qingfeng, when they saw this scene, their eyes were also subconsciously focused on the sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hands.

Because, they also reacted.

Fang Zhengzheng just now apparently lost his fighting power suddenly because of some special reasons, and he could not even avoid the attacks of the five elders.

So, how can it be completely restored suddenly?

Moreover, it seems to have become stronger.

This simply does not conform to common sense, so the only possibility is the sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hands, the sword that was named without a trace and once belonged to the Holy God of War.

According to legend, the Holy God of War, Meng Tian, ​​held a sword to the Demon Capital Blood Shadow City, and then, with the power of a sword, cut the Blood Shadow City and killed the Devil Emperor Skong.

This is a legend.

but……

But it is not what happened in recent hundreds of years.

Although the God of War belongs to the Daxia Dynasty.

But this deed did not happen in the current Daxia dynasty, but in a very ancient and ancient time. At that time, there was only one Daxia dynasty.

That sword...

Was it really the sword once used by Saint God of War?

I don’t know why, all of the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion almost flashed such a thought at the same time, an unfounded idea that could definitely make them question.

But now, there is no way to delve into this idea.

Because Fang Zhengzheng has moved. When dozens of disciples of the Holy Realm Heaven Dao Pavilion rushed towards him, the black long hair fluttered, and the blue gown flew under the blow of the air waves.

The sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hands also gleamed with blood.

In the magical purple mansions, a touch of blood light appeared unusually dazzling, and the murderousness in that blood light was so overwhelming that it made people unable to breathe.

"Dragon!" A cold voice came from Fang Zheng's mouth.

And then, Fang Zhengzhi and the purple Tamron rushed up in an instant, flew to the sky, and rushed into the clouds, as if the dragon returned to the sea.

However, the second voice quickly came from the clouds.

"dance!"

Then, there is the third voice, the fourth voice...

"Eight!"

"square!"

When the fourth sound rang, the purple sword light that had originally fallen from the sky also completely stopped, as if it had stopped for the entire time.

However, this stop has not lasted long.

Maybe, it was a breath, maybe, it was a blink, maybe, shorter...

But what is certain is that when the purple sword lights move again, they are no longer falling, but gathering, just like Wan Jiangui.

Countless sword lights completely converged into the clouds, dyeing the snow-white clouds into a piece of purple, and a piece of purple stained with a touch of blood.

The next moment, the purple stained with blood rushed out.

That's eight swords and shadows.

Each sword shadow is as crystal-clear as jade, each sword shadow has a purple light flowing in it, and each sword shadow is mixed with substantive murderousness.

"not good!"

"avoid!"

"separate!"

Dozens of disciples of the Holy Realm Heaven Dao Pavilion looked at the eight sword shadows rushing out of the clouds, almost even without hesitation, and quickly dispersed in all directions.

The speed is extremely fast.

However, Badao Jianying is faster.

Each sword shadow seemed to break through the space, and at the moment when dozens of disciples of the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion spread out, they had already reached behind eight of them.

"Fight!" Eight disciples of the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion felt the cold murderousness behind them, and they all clenched their teeth together, and turned back to the sword shadow behind them.

"boom!"

Eight loud noises sounded at the same time, like eight thunderous thunders.

But this is obviously not over yet...

At the moment when the swords of the eight disciples of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion were chopped by the eight sword shadows, the eight imaginary shadows also appeared behind them.

It was a black shadow of eight human figures.

Bloody gleams in the eyes of every shadow.

And in the first shadow, a sword was held in his hand, a sword raised high, the purple light flowing on the sword, like a dragon's breath hovering above.

"Dragon!"

"Absolutely!"

"cut!"

The eight shadows made the same sound almost at the same time. Then, the swords in the hands of the eight shadows also slowly fell, and fell towards the top of the eight disciples who had not recovered from the shock. Go on.

"What?!" Eight disciples of the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion felt the light of the sword falling over their heads, and their faces were obviously flashed with extremely shocked and unwilling expressions.

They can no longer escape.

Because the speed of appearance of these eight shadows is too fast, so fast that they can not respond at all, the more important thing is that these eight shadows appear after the eight sword shadows.

How can they stop it again or avoid it?

Feeling the bitter murderousness, they were really a little unwilling. Once they entered the holy realm, it was equivalent to stepping into another realm.

But now he is dying here...

Moreover, he still died in the hands of a founder with only reincarnation.

"No!" eight unwilling voices sounded.

At the same time as these sounds sounded, the sword above their heads also stopped, as did the movement of the eight shadows.

This is a very strange scene.

However, when this scene appeared, dozens of disciples of the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion, as well as all the disciples of the Tian Dao Pavilion below, were not too shocked.

just……

There was obviously a shame on their faces.

"Master!"

All the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion bowed in unison at this moment, and lowered their heads towards Mu Qingfeng above the Tianshu altar, but Mu Qingfeng, who was originally above the Tianshu altar, was gone.

"Boom!" The sound of the world shaking sounded.

Then, the clouds that originally turned into purple in the sky were also completely dispersed. With the clouds, there was also a purple dragon like a substance.

"Patriarch!" The two nations opened their mouths with respect and respect.

St. Lin Mubai did not rush to speak, but looked nervous, staring closely at the two figures slowly emerging from the clouds.

over there……

There are two people.

Mu Qingfeng, wearing a white robe, stood in the air, his white hair fluttering in the air, and in his hand, he was holding another person.

Founder.

However, at the moment Fang Zhengzheng has closed his eyes, the purple light on his body has completely disappeared, and even the invisible sword in his hand is no longer there.

But even so, Fang Zheng's teeth are still clenched, and it seems to have some kind of anger, and in the anger, there is a kind of pain.

"Also please the Lord of the Pavilion to spare Fang Zheng's life! The loss of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion today, the Daxia dynasty is willing to bear it all, if it still does not work... I am willing to... exchange life for life!" Sheng Shang Lin Mubai saw this Behind the scenes, he also spoke immediately.

"Da Xia Sheng Shang, it doesn't have to be this way." Mu Qingfeng seemed a little surprised after hearing the words of Sheng Mu Lin Mubai, but finally shook his head.

"Fangzhengzheng has the difficulty of today because of the Daxia Dynasty~lightnovelpub.net~Whether it is the World War I or the robbery of the Yanjing City, without him, there will be no Daxia Dynasty today, please The Lord of the Cabinet allowed!" Sheng Shang Lin Mubai saw Mu Qingfeng shaking his head, his expression was tight, and said again.

And at this time...

A painful voice also sounded in the heaven of books.

Then, a figure flew like an arrow, and bright red blood poured out of the figure, looking like a blood man.

"Five elders!" All the disciples of the Tiandao Pavilion also reacted at this time, but it was too late, and the elders of the five elders had fallen to the ground.

At the same time, a very terrifying black breath rushed out of the ground, wrapped in Yan Xiu's body like a demon rushed out of hell.

"Ah!" Yan Xiu's mouth gave a painful roar, and his eyes, which were still red and bloody, were also filled with black breath at a very fast speed.

"Huh?" Mu Qingfeng's eyes also turned to Yan Xiu at this moment, looking at Yan Xiu's red light, which almost completely turned into black, and his brow furrowed slightly.