"not good."

Jiumu Tianwang's face suddenly changed, and his heart was covered with a shadow.

Immediately, he shot the ancient mirror of the supreme sacred level, and fully excited the supreme power inside the ancient mirror.

"Click."

的 The yin and yang taiji pattern formed by the dripping blood sword and the ancient sword of Shen Yuan is full of sharpness, and the sword is vertical and horizontal. It is easy to split the battle destroyer in half, like two steel mountains falling down.

Suddenly, a large number of undead monks were smashed into their bodies by sword qi, and all shapes and spirits were wiped out.

"Boom."

Two loud noises.

Twenty two slain jihadists fell to the ground, smashing two large pits, and the earth shook them.

"Wow."

The ancient mirror bloomed with brilliance, numerous inscriptions intertwined, and the power of the Supreme condensed into a sparkling sea of ​​God, blocking the front of the dripping sword and the ancient sword of Shen Yuan. They seemed to be restrained.

But, the yin and yang taiji patterns flew in rotation and penetrated with the force of destruction and destruction, and the sea of ​​God collapsed and opened.

The sharp-edged sword's tip hits the center of the ancient mirror, shaking it upside down.

"Crap."

It can be clearly seen that several cracks appeared on the ancient mirror, and the damage was more serious.

However, taking this opportunity, King Jiumu escaped far enough to avoid being attacked by the yin-yang liangyi sword array.

When King Jiumu wanted to take back the ancient mirror, Zhang Ruochen mobilized the space force, found a palm, and grabbed it from the air.

Immediately, a dozen-foot-long palm print appeared above the ancient mirror, and a vortex of space appeared on the palm of the hand. An ancient mirror that fainted the inscriptions was seized, and it was forcibly suppressed with space power.

Although the ancient mirror is a supreme holy weapon, the damage is quite serious, and there is no instrumental spirit. Repression is not difficult.

Seeing that the ancient mirror was taken away, Jiumu Tianwang's eyes burst from his eyes, and he roared, "Return the magic mirror of the Tibetan mountain to my king."

Sacred Mountain of White Bone is half-destructed. If he loses the Mountain Mirror again, he will lose too much this time. How will he fight against the arrogant evil of the undead blood tribe and other ethnic groups in hell?

"Okay, give it back to you."

The aura and holy spirit between the heaven and the earth converged towards Zhang Ruochen and rushed into the Tibetan mountain magic mirror.

A large number of inscriptions appeared on the surface of the ancient mirror, each of which was extremely clear. The terrible supreme power surged, surging, surpassing the hands of King Jiumu.

"Oops!"

Jinmu Tianwang's pupils tightened, and his heart palpitated.

He already felt that his connection with Gu Jing was cut off, and in a blink of an eye, Gu Jing had changed hands.

"Rewind."

Wu Xia's heart also felt bad, and went all out to urge the destroyer. One light spot after another appeared on the surface of the hull. The light spots spread and opened, turning into a starry mark of formation.

Countless thunders and lightnings flew out of the mark of formation, making the sky flicker.

Zhang Ruochen had anticipated that Xia Wenxin would intervene, so he recalled Shen Yuan's ancient sword and dripping blood sword for the first time, quickly drawing a circle with his left hand, controlling the two swords, and resisting the attacking forces of Xia Wenxin and the destroyer.

Hit the magic mirror of Hidden Mountain with his right hand and hit the King of Nine Eyes.

At the same time, the Qingtian floating slaughter tower flew out and attacked the Blood Slaughter God Son.

It is really overbearing to shoot three gods at the same time.

The Infernal Purgatory Tower was struck twice in a row, and the power was exhausted. In a short period of time, too much power could not be stimulated. Therefore, the use of the Blue Sky Floating Tower was sufficient.

"Abominable."

The King of Nine Eyes clenched his fists, and his heart was extremely angry.

Seeing that no one can rely on him, he had no choice but to take out the half of the holy mountain of white bones containing the bones of God and hold it up.

The smell from the Mizangshan Magic Mirror is too terrible, which made him feel a great threat. Even if he carried it hard, he would be seriously injured.

On the other side, Xia Wenxin also had a dignified face, and struck out the destroyer's cross shield.

He has already seen that the sword array formed by the dripping sword and the ancient sword of Shen Yuan is indestructible, even if it is the battle destroyer, they cannot resist their chopping.

The two previous destroyers were the best example.

"Boom."

The Mengzangshan Magic Mirror unleashes the supreme power, and immediately drowns the Holy Mountain of Bone.

"Click."

The holy mountain of white bones made a sound of fragmentation and disintegration, and many holy bones instantly shattered into powder.

After this blow, the Holy Bone Mountain is basically destroyed, and the cost of repair is no less than refining one.

The heart of King Jiumu is dripping blood. The whole person is already going crazy, and he can't wait to break Zhang Ruochen into corpses.

The Zangshan Mountain Mirror was originally his weapon, but it was controlled by Zhang Ruochen and used to deal with him.

The only good news is that the Holy Bone Mountain helped him to block the power of the Supreme and let him escape temporarily.

The first time, King Jiumu flashed towards the destroyer ship where Xia Wenxin was.

At this time, you must not place an order, otherwise you will die.

The power of the annihilation of the Holy Warship, coupled with the destroyer's cross shield, and the fierce confrontation of the dripping sword and the ancient sword of Shen Yuan, could not compete for a short time.

"Wow."

He was presided over by the Emperor Jiumu personally, and thousands of undead monks mobilized the Holy Spirit together. Then the top of the ship flew 180 beams of light, connecting them into a battle array.

In the center of the battlefield, a giant axe condensed, and it suddenly chopped down.

At the same time, three other battle formations have condensed out, crocheting out three soldiers, exuding majestic strength.

"Broken."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were cold, his hands were put together, and Kendo fingerprints were formed. The Blood Sword and the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword moved faster and faster, and the power of the yin and yang yiyi sword array was further enhanced.

This world is transformed into a yin and a yang, with two different colors.

In the Sword Formation, four swords flew out.

The four swords are like Bai Hongguanri, and they can easily crush the four giant warriors condensed by the destroyer.

"唰."

上 On the ground, tens of thousands of undead monks are lined up in a square array, emitting tens of thousands of holy lights, like a meteor, penetrating the sky and hitting Zhang Ruochen.

Each holy light is a holy instrument.

Thousands of holy lights are holy artifacts.

So many holy artifacts were fired at the same time, and a full force erupted, which was enough to sink a continent and destroy vitality.

Zhang Ruochen was not in a hurry and was in chaos. He called his sleeves and called back Shen Yuan's ancient sword and dripping blood sword. He spun up in front of him and made a rattling sword howling.

Thousands of sacred artifacts came crashing into it, and they were so imposing that they all swept in after touching the yin and yang ritual sword array.

The yin and yang dynasty sword array rotates, like a discontinued mill, stirs the yin and yang of Qiankun, crushes everything in the world.

"嘭! 嘭! 嘭 ..."

In the Sword Sword Formation, all the sacred artifacts exploded and turned into pieces of broken copper and iron.

"My God, is Zhang Ruochen an possessor of the true god? All the sacred artifacts were attacked, but they were all broken."

"My flamesplitter ... was it ruined like this?"

Uh ...

Uh ...

"Roar."

The leopard yelled loudly, its body swelled, turned into a body, and rushed into the battle line where tens of thousands of holy artifacts were played.

The holy artifact of the undead monk in the battlefield was destroyed, and the square was in chaos. He was beaten by leopards and turned over, and he was half dead instantly.

On the other side, Givenchy's heart was also shot. The jade finger flicked slightly, the air trembled, thousands of petals fell, and the fragrance of flowers filled, covering another battlefield.

The petals of the lotus root seem beautiful, as they are carved from ice jade, but they have hidden killer, and each piece can be put to death.

In the blink of an eye, he already has many petals stained with blood, revealing a strange feeling.

I do n’t know when Luo Yi appeared in the team, helping Xiang Chunan, Murong Yue and others attack the undead blood army together.

His shot was quite timely, he killed an undead sacred king who attacked Xiang Chunan, and helped Murongyue block the attack of another nine-step sage king.

"Good brother, thank you."

Xiang Chunan stared at Luo Yi with gratitude.

On the other end, Shi Qiankun took out the sword tomb palace, and cooperated with Xiang Chunan and others to attack one of the undead **** battlefields.

The Tomb Sword Palace is not just a palace, it is also a powerful sacred artifact. It was urged by Shi Qiankun and the monks of the Zhenyuan ancient clan to instantly transform into a tens of miles pyramid-like palace.

In this battle, because Zhang Ruochen's desperate counterattack, they gradually gained the upper hand. As a monk from the Zhenli ancient clan, as the master of the sword mound, how can I stand by and stand by?

They will fight too.

"Kill."

As Shi Qiankun played the sword tomb palace, he scattered hundreds of town blood amulets.

The battle formation of the undead blood tribe was extremely stable, and no flaws were visible. However, under the attack of the town blood amulet and the sword tomb palace, it immediately fell apart.

The most fierce battlefield is still Zhang Ruochen.

若 Zhang Ruochen used the yin and yang two swords array, and the remaining destroyer destroyer kept going backwards.

If it was not blocked by the Extermination Cross Shield, it would have been shattered.

At the same time, the situation of the Blood Slaughter God Son is not very good. The continuous bombardment of the Qingtian floating slaughter tower makes him unable to stimulate the powerful power of the Infernal Purgatory Tower at all, and he can only resist passively.

Since he embarked on the road of cultivation, he has never experienced such a humiliating battle.

"It's over!"

After the previous fierce fighting, Zhang Ruochen had already entered the vicinity of the destroyer, and the time was ripe, so he took out a space sleeve and hit it.

"Boom."

As the space collapsed, the formations around the destroyer battleships shattered.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the yin-yang liangyi sword array attacked the sacred battleship, and it was easy to split the battleship away.

The next moment, the woman in blood holding a blood sword, rushed out of the sword array, and attacked Xia Wenxin.

"Zhou Tian Sword Technique."

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen grabbed the hilt of Shen Yuan's ancient sword, and suddenly appeared in front of King Jiumu, his sword flashing.

"I ... would die ..."

The eyes of Emperor Jiumu were full of unwillingness, and before his words were finished, his head fell down.

In the end, he still couldn't escape the disaster.

"嘭."

Zhang Ruochen waved two swords again, and the two swords flew out, smashing the body and head of Nine-eye King into two blood mists.

Even if the vitality of King Jiumu is so strong, he cannot die anymore.

Dripping Blood Sword locked Xia Wen's vitality and cut off a beam of blood.

Even when he was fleeing, Xia Wenxin was still elegant and outstanding in temperament. Until he knew that he couldn't escape, he started the bamboo slip in his hand, and tens of thousands of words flew out, blocking him.

I just, his holy art, could not resist the dripping sword, and was instantly broken.

Seeing Jianguang approaching his body, Xia Wenxin flicked his fingers gently toward the heart. Thirty-three **** patterns centered on the heart and emerged from his body.

I still can't stop it.

"噗."

Thirty-three divine patterns were broken, and Xia Wen had a swollen wound in front of his chest and blood spewed.

Fortunately, Shenwen offset most of the power of the Dripping Sword, otherwise, the sword might have killed him.

"唰."

Xu Xia asked her heart to retreat quickly, and at the same time, she took back the destroyer's cross shield.

At this moment, the woman in blood clothing cut off a sword again.

"boom."

Oblivion Cross Shield released monstrous blood and tried to destroy the power of the Dripping Sword.

"Xia Wenxin's strength turned out to be so powerful."

Zhang Ruochen beat out Shen Yuan's ancient sword, turned it into a black light, and flew towards the woman in red.

The next moment, the Dripping Blood Sword and Shen Yuan's Ancient Sword were reunited again, and the two arrays of yin and yang swords were displayed to evolve the yin and yang taiji map.

Even with a cross shield of extermination, Xia Wenxin was still flying away by Zhen.

He added several wounds to his chest, one of which penetrated his body and suffered an unimaginable wound.

To become a general strongman, suffered so severely, I am afraid that he has already died.

Yi Xia asked her heart and fled back to the army of the undead blood clan, looking at the crushed Yin-Yang Liangyi sword array, and said, "The monk of the undead blood clan, shoot with me."

Qiu Xia asked her heart with her hands, grabbed the cross shield of the **** of destruction, and made a gesture of worshipping the heavens and the earth.

Behind him, stood a 10,000-man battle line composed of three undead monks, their strengths combined with each other, based on the cross shield of God of Extermination, condensing a huge seal of cross shield.

"Boom."

Yin and Yang Taiji maps constantly hit the shield seal, eroding its strength.

若 Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes, and the powerful sword spreaded out, and the whole person faintly merged with the sword mound.

"Om."

Within the sword mound, countless swords trembled, seemingly called.

The next moment, one hundred thousand swords flew out of the ground of the sword mound, appeared around Zhang Ruochen, and turned into a torrent of swords.

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"Is this ... Wanjian Chaozong?"

The monks of the undead blood tribe were all shaken by this terrible sight, with a feeling of being unable to breathe.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was like a peerless sword **** who became the Lord of Sword Mounds. Wan Jian was driven by him.

"唰."

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes suddenly and released sharply.

The torrent of Yan Jian swept out instantly in accordance with his mind.

"Boom."

The towering cross shield shield crumbled and turned into dense light spots.

Faced with the sword light coming from the face, Xia Wenxin inserted the cross of the **** of destruction into the ground. Wan Jian hit the cross shield, hitting the cross shield and Xia Wenxin backed up thousands of miles together, plowing a thousand miles in the ground.

However, Xia Wen felt that way and took the opportunity to retreat outside the sword mound.

He was just three battlefields who helped him. Thirty thousand undead monks were not so lucky. They were drowned by the flood of swords and turned into a mist of blood.

"His."

When I saw this scene, everyone couldn't help taking a sigh of relief. The faith of the undead monk was completely defeated, and all gave birth to a retreat.

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