"Taiyi leaves the fire knife!"

Dozens of light-blades were close at hand, whistling out of Chu Yan's palm with the breath of destruction.

Suddenly, the bright red light swarmed the skies.

The familiar domineering atmosphere, the heart-shaking flame light blade-Yun Xiao Zhan flashed a shocked look in his eyes, exclaimed: "Chu Yan!"

boom! The voice didn't fall, and the flame light blade was chopped on his body, suffocating his protective body suddenly.

The surging force continued, such as the violent tide, breaking through the sea, and smashing the skies into the sky.

Called by the other party to break his identity, Chu Yan did not panic.

Because he knew that Taiyi shot away from the fire knife, it was difficult for Fanggebi [www.biqugeso.vip] to recognize himself.

After all, this magical power, which belongs to itself, has been exhibited in front of each other.

Therefore, Taiyi shot away from the fire knife, which meant that Chu Yan had to resolve the battle.

After waiting for the battle in the clouds to fall into the sea, Chu Yan gritted his teeth again, and a savvy attack hit him.

A long distance away, Chu Yan saw Yun Xiaozhang spitting a large arrow of blood on his head, and the breath that had just condensed was dispersed again.

At the same time he threw out a map.

"Chaos!"

Dozens of formations overlapped, and immediately, Tang Lixing, who was watching in mid-air, was trapped.

At this time, Chu Yan also had no time to worry about Tang Lianxing and trapped the other side first.

After all, the skies are the most dangerous.

Being able to enter the Eighth World War will also mean that before the opponent is completely killed, the opponent has the ability to kill himself.

Add another note of consciousness attack, Chu Yan's mind was dizzy for a while.

Fortunately, it was almost impossible for him to beware of his first strike.

Otherwise, with his present consciousness, hitting the three-folded monk on this day's state of mind will also hurt the enemy by one thousand and damage himself by eight hundred.

After suppressing the air flames of Yunxiao battle again, Chu Yan's arm was raised, and the torture instantly covered the arm, and eight swords were swallowed out.

"White Emperor Sword of Slaying, Soul of All Realms!"

The battle of the skies will be full of blood.

"The Black Soul and the Black Sword, Yuhedu!"

The battle of the skies will blast into the trench, straight into the hundred feet, and the whole body will crack.

"Wan Zhong Yue Ling Jian, Jian Ling Qun Feng!"

The sky war general who had just been struggling was once again bombarded into the bottom of the sea with blood spitting in his mouth.

"The vast and empty sword, the galaxy thunder and thunder!"

Bright thunder, splitting the sky and clouds, clicking, submerged into the sea.

The next moment, the sea surface exploded tens of miles away.

The seawater was exploded into clouds of water droplets by electric mans.

The skies' general's body was also thrown into the air from the bottom of the sea.

Blood was constantly shooting out of every pore in his body.

The large area of ​​water mist was stained red.

He wanted to struggle and fight back, but every piece of muscle and bone in his whole body sent unprecedented pain, which made him worse than death.

"Chu Yan, Chu Yan!"

He growled again and again in his throat.

Every roar came with great resentment and anger.

A heaven's state of mind is so heavy that it has such strength and is so hidden.

Powerful grievances spread.

The water vapor around it was affected at this moment, condensing into a roaring face, reflecting the inner heart of Yun Xiao.

Although the faces didn't make any sound at this time, no matter who saw it, the spirit would feel as if it had been badly hit, slammed, as if dragged into the abyss.

But at this time, Chu Yan's eyes were condensed and unmoved.

The Tao heart is as firm as a rock, and everything is unmoved.

The sword-mongers reunited and spun again.

Large clouds of dark clouds also gathered from all sides.

The billowing seawater then circled, forming a horror swirl.

Six sword lights, gathered into a lore.

"Hongmeng Xinghe array!"

Breath of breath, ejected from Chu Yan, condensed into the pattern of the sun, moon, and stars in mid-air.

With each breath, the light is more prosperous, as if creating a universe, a universe.

The next moment, Chu Yan's eyes flashed.

The whole array, in an instant, will pour down towards the skies.

Sword rain in the sky, a blink of an eye, assassinate hundreds of thousands of times.

This Jianmang seems to pierce through the barren of ancient and modern, from the past to the future.

The entire sky, all at once, was punched out of deep caves, the source of Reiki, constantly falling apart.

The sky warrior figure was swallowed up instantly.

Crackling! The suffocation of the guard was broken, and the consciousness was damaged, and the aura could not be condensed. At this moment, the battle of the skies would become a living target in the air.

The palms exploded and the arms exploded.

Blood is mixed with minced meat and bone marrow, steaming and spraying everywhere.

The blood was like thick ink spilled on the paper, spreading in the air in large expanses, which was extremely eye-catching.

Huh! Yun Xiao battled this moment, his body was sieved into a sieve, and it turned into a flesh. His eyes, nose, and mouth were almost invisible.

Blood flowed through the body, and every wound was a hole in it.

But at this moment, Chu Yan was moved.

Immediately alert, he immediately searched into the consciousness.

The next moment, he found that there was a grand breath brewing in the sky generals.

At the same time, there was a gleam of light in his bracelet.

The light immediately folded the void around.

"This is--" Chu Yan immediately responded.

Before the battle of the skies would take a hundred miles, it was this magic weapon that relied on.

Sure enough, the opponent still had the strength to fight back.

Suddenly when Chu Yan realized this, a swordmang shot from a radiance.

The Jiuxiao Sword was pressing Chu Yan to face the door.

Above the sword body, there was the blood and hatred of the sky war general.

Chu Yan reached out and grabbed the sword.

Jian Feng is still trembling and cutting.

But the punishment was intact.

Not only that, it is also a mark that erases the Xiaoxiao general on the Jiuxiao Sword.

The Jianmang, which was still buzzing at the last moment, immediately calmed down.

From this moment on, this high-order artifact belongs to Chu Yan.

But at this moment, less than ten miles in front of Chu Yan, the space suddenly folded up like paper.

Almost instantaneously, a magnificent and magnificent momentum spread out from it, impacting the Eight Wilds and Six Heaps.

Yunxiao battles the tattered body, spurting blood at the moment, and then appeared in front of Chu Yan.

He stared at Chu Yan with the only eyes left: "Chu Yan! You can't kill me! The emperor and the king read, and you will be destroyed more than ten times!"

In this roar, the golden light was released from his body and spread around.

Faintly, a human figure was formed by condensing his head in the sky battle.

Although this figure made people look invisible, the one that stood high was like an emperor, the mountains of the river, the surrender of all spirits, and the sacred power of the world, but it came down on the spot.

The temperament of this person is like the universe of the heavens and the earth.

Anyone who sees must kneel down and keep hoeing.

At this moment, Chu Yan felt the shock of his soul. His knees seemed to be pressed by both hands, and he knelt down.