Bang! For a moment, it seemed like the red sun rose to the east and let out the magnificent rays.

The supremacy was almost supreme, almost surpassing the majestic warfare of heaven, and instantly ripped the vast sword rain.

The light blade is flourishing, and the light is shining, among which is constantly developing various forms of beasts.

The lions roared, the howls croaked, and the ancient beasts trampled on the ground, attacking and killing Wuxian Dasheng.

The vast sword awn was suppressed in an instant.

This is the first time that the remnant soul of Wuxian Dasheng has been suppressed.

Crackling! Jianmang was constantly torn apart. In the face of Chu Yan's assault and killings, the Xianxian Dasheng kept retreating. The space around him could shrink sharply and jump violently, as if forming a vortex.

A little carelessness would drag his remnant into it, tearing it into pieces.

In Chu Yan's eyes, Jing Mang was burning like a torch at this moment.

There are inscriptions on the body, faintly shining with peerless divine light, and around the body, there are unpredictable mysterious wills.

But at this moment, Chu Yan did not relax in the slightest, even though he was pushing back the Great Immortal Saint constantly and taking advantage of it.

The Xianxian Sword in the hands of Xianxian Dasheng has not moved.

This giant in ancient times, even if it is only a ray of residual soul, is definitely not so easy to be defeated.

Otherwise, a ray of remnants, how to suppress ten thousand fierce spirits but ten thousand years! At this moment, the retreating figure of Wuxian Dasheng suddenly abruptly.

The void behind him had become as viscous as mercury and stacked up.

A great idea was born out of nowhere, from him, spontaneously emerged.

A bright light, like a star, shines up in the position of his remnant soul.

Although it is just a bit of light, at this moment, it seems that it contains the Milky Way universe, which rotates and changes, revealing a disturbance of time and space, reversing the avenue and controlling the taste of the gods.

"Little ... heart ..." A reminder came from the sea.

"understand!"

Chu Yan nodded, his body was full of aura, his hand was scorching, and he swept violently.

"Irritated sword!"

Hum! At this time, the remnant of Wuxian Dasheng also moved.

This strand of remnant, holding the Xianxian sword, suddenly lifted it.

At this moment, Wu Xianjian transformed into a ray of light. At once, it was divided into two, divided into four, and divided into eight.

In an instant, it was divided into eight incandescent flames.

This firelight revealed a holiness, sacredness, as called by the gods, as mysterious as the sun and the moon.

At this moment, Chu Yan only felt that there were countless days and months in the eight groups of fire in front of Wuxian Dasheng, and the stars were falling.

At the moment, only the hilt of the sword was held in the hands of Wuxian Dasheng.

At this moment Residual Soul held the hilt of the sword in front of him.

The eight flares gathered immediately, forming a heavy shield in front of him instantly.

boom! The sword light drawn by Zhan Yan, with an immortal breath that killed everything, fell heavily on this heavy shield.

This cut is enough to open the mountain and the sea, can blast an island, and destroy a city.

But hitting this heavy shield, it was like snowflakes falling on the iron plate, silent, not only did not have any response at all, but it did not even make a sound.

If the sword was not cut out by Chu Yan himself, he would even doubt whether he had read it wrong or heard it wrong.

Immediately, Chu Yan felt the power of Wuxian Great Holy Power.

He had been prepared for a blow that had no effect, and immediately collapsed into the void and quickly retreated.

But just half a step away, Chu Yan saw the thick shield that had formed, and gaps appeared, spreading out suddenly.

A majestic force was pressing hard around him.

The heavy shield reverted to eight incandescent rays.

At the same time, Chu Yan felt the space on all sides, like a big iron plate, all frozen.

A force field spread out from the eight incandescent rays. The majestic force constituted the force field and was oppressed on all sides. Before the immortal master of the Xianxian moved, it had brought tremendous oppression to the world.

"Looking" Xiang Chuyan, Daxian Dasheng did not give the other party a chance to move, holding the sword in his hand, and cut out one sword.

Eight incandescent rays, almost instantly shattered and burned the entire space, rolled offensively, swept across the sky, devoured nothingness, formed a surging waterfall, poured toward Chuyan, and forced his blood to flow, breathing No.

Unable to escape, Chu Yan chose not to avoid.

The momentum of the whole body climbed to the extreme, and the power brought by the absorption of blood gas broke out at this moment.

Chu Yan's body, like a melting furnace, almost exploded.

"The fierce soul is Haizhu!"

Facing the dazzling white flames, Chu Yan made a move.

Twenty-eight orbs exploded at this moment.

With a little shock, a rushing sound of blood was made.

Blood light spread out instantly, the waves billowed, billowed, countless blood shadows frantically moved.

A fierce head, roaring, hissing, roaring, extremely violent, fierce, and slaying.

Suddenly, there was a thundercloud, the immortal thunder trembled, and the divine light was annihilated. The solidified void was rushed away instantly, and then hit hard with the white flame.

Bang Bang Bang Bang! The whole world is shaking, the space-time is folded, the avenue collapses, and the five elements are broken, as if the caves covered by this large array, this moment turned into the origin of the end of the world.

Everything, at this moment, was destroyed and melted in the explosion.

The power of countless kings boils, shakes, and resonates in them.

Large bursts of light flickered more and more quickly, and the surface also appeared to shake like a water wave, as if it seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

The only ancient spirits that can compete with Wuxian Dasheng! After a lapse of 200,000 years, these two forces collided fiercely again, and the two erupted, breaking out of majesty and destroying all majesty and crit.

The fierce head was beaten with dim light and covered with cracks, and the source kept pouring down, wailing back into the orb.

And the incandescent goddess like the **** of heaven was also extinguished in a group.

As each group of lights extinguished, Wuxian Dasheng stepped back, and a broken hole appeared on the body of the residual soul.

The residual soul itself has become thin and weak.

Bang Bang Bang Bang! The incandescent light went out one after another, and each explosion seemed to be able to directly blast the void in which it was located, and forever destroy it, and vanish into nothing.

Roar! With the last evil spirit unwilling, the whole body was covered with porcelain cracks and shrank back into the orb. The last incandescent light was like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

At this time, Chu Yan's figure suddenly stepped out from the folded void.

The long-lost opportunity finally arrived! "Angry Dragon Strangling!"

One claw caught the flame, and Chu Yan opened his mouth toward the crumbling Great Holy Residual Soul.

"Breaking Wind God Thunder!"

The torrential rain of thunder, suddenly blasted the remnant soul of Wuxian Dasheng into a sieve.

But this is not enough to make the other person perish.

Chu Yan raised his fingertips, a ray of blood-red light, with a surging breath of blood sea, broke out fiercely.

In the sea of ​​blood, there are long, dark purple lines, with a taste of destruction, intertwined into a net of heaven and earth.

"Finger finger!"

Chu Yan waved his arm.

Take a long-term kill!