Xuanyuan Jianmang cut for nine days.

The dazzling golden sunlight seemed to be split in half by a sword,

Under this terrifying sword power, half of the area in the sky lost its light for a short time.

"boom!"

The sword intent bombarded down, giving three hundred saint kings a head attack.

Shengdao Xuanyuan's prestige is unmatched, even in the face of thousands of divine soldiers.

when--

Striking thousands of divine soldiers, Xuanyuan Sword not only remained undiminished, but also rose even more.

Every spark sputtered, like a shining star, several emperors spread, but no one could stop Gu Yuan.

The siege of the King of Three Hundred Saints was even more **** by Gu Yuan.

No one could have imagined that Jixia Academy, which is famous for its academics, had such a ruthless head teacher.

Gu Yuan stepped across the sky, God blocked and killed God, Buddha blocked and killed Buddha.

The Sword Sword Saint King was one hundred and eighty-four, and the corpses were everywhere behind him, with blood flowing into rivers.

Gu Yuan stepped on the ground in one step, blood spattered, and although he was fiercely murderous, he did not lose his scholarly demeanor.

Now.

No one dared to get close.

Gu Yuan came to Lu Yi's side, squatting and asking nervously, "Brother Lu, how are you injured?"

"Fortunately, a little injury, it takes some time to recover." Lu Yi's eyes were full of gratitude.

Gu Yuan took out some healing pills, no matter whether Lu Yi needed it or not, he stuffed it into his arms.

Then turned around and looked at the countless powerhouses behind him, Gu Yuan said softly: "I can block their time for a stick of incense."

"Half column incense is enough." Lu Yi said.

"Okay, I'm going!" Gu Yuan's voice sank and turned to fight again.

Cang!

Gu Yuan held the sword, facing countless masters, the clouds were calm and gentle.

"Jixia Academy is not against any forces or anyone! Lu Yi is my best friend Gu Yuan swears to the death. If I give the Academy a bit of shame and retreat in time, I can leave the Academy without blame, but I don’t know the interest. If you go further, you will die!" Yuan Hong's voice was thunderous, shaking the world.

At this moment, fear in the hearts of thousands of saints rose.

However, it was only quiet for a few breaths.

After a while, from thousands of miles away, suddenly more and stronger breath appeared.

"Interesting with the Ancestral Dragon Emperor Mausoleum, killing my sect elder Saint Son, Lu Yi will come and die!"

An anger resounded throughout the world, and then I saw an old man in a blue shirt with the Wanmoshi family pattern engraved on his chest, with white hair and beard, pacing in the void, stepping millions of miles, and stepping here.

Behind him, there are eight quasi-emperors and hundreds of saint kings, standing proudly on the three hundred search bronze battleships.

The battleship has not stopped, and a torrent of weather overwhelms the powerful in the four directions, showing a terrifying power.

Half a step!

The various sects in the cultivation world who had besieged Lu Yi before were collectively shocked.

Qi Tian, ​​Ren Xiaoyao, staring at each other.

Where are so many strong people?

But soon, something shocking happened again.

I saw the sky exploding in the distance, and there were hundreds of bronze battleships flying in from another direction.

"Slay my eldest son, destroy the foundation of my Hai family, rob my Long Yuan, Lu Yi, and die!"

With another roar, the banner of the Sea Family of Mad Lion City appeared in the clouds, like a heavenly soldier descending to the world, mighty.

At first glance, there are also eight quasi emperors, followed by a hundred saint kings.

And the one who led them was also a half-step great!

The sudden change caused some cultivation realm sects to panic.

They have hundreds of sects, and countless free-cultivators, and only a few hundred saint kings and a few quasi-emperors.

It can be said that in order to encircle and kill Lu Yi in the Mausoleum of the Zulong Emperor, many forces in the cultivation world have taken out their background.

The real dragon is eye-catching, and the inheritance of the imperial tomb is even more crazy!

But they would never have thought that such a powerful force could not even compare to the power of the family of the Hidden Family.

Qi Tian secretly rejoiced in his heart, such a strong besieged Lu Yi, Lu Yi will undoubtedly die.

Ren Xiaoyao's heart sank. Lu Yi was pregnant with eight great dragons, fearing that he would not survive, and once he was caught, he would not end well.

"Roar!"

The golden-haired giant ape, incarnate by Monkey King, beat his chest and feet, and screamed up to the sky.

His scarlet eyes exuded a monstrous ferocious aura, and there was no more Buddha's light on his body.

Monkey King suddenly plunged the giant stick in his hand toward the earth, forming a blockade. The three thousand saint kings, and the three hundred bronze flying ships of the Wanmo family, all blocked them.

In the other direction, the sword light fell from nine days, forming a thousand-star sword formation in a radius of thousands of miles. Gu Yuan stood with his hand held in hand, looking into the distance without fear.

"Don't worry, big brother, with me, no one can disturb you!" Monkey King, who turned into a golden ape, sounded like thunder.

Only seeing him breathe flames and burn the battlefield for three thousand miles, no one dared to approach him.

"Monk, Gu Yuan, be careful of those people on the battleship." After Lu Yi said this, he shut his mouth completely.

The profound meaning of life is displayed at full speed to quickly repair the injuries in the body.

Although the wounds of Heaven's Path are terrible, it is not impossible to heal, it just takes a while.

The bronze flying ship thousands of miles away came in an instant.

And this time.

The saint kings who had besieged Lu Yi before had already fled to a far place.

Even Qi Tian didn't dare to watch the battle up close, flying across the nine heavens, hiding in hiding.

As for Ren Xiaoyao, fearing that the Sacred Flame Dragon Yuan would be seized, he had already led the remnants of the Heavenly Evil Sect and fled to Nine Heavens Clouds, without any intention of turning around.

"Which is Lu Yi?"

The half-step emperor of the Wanmo family, standing high and condescending, like a heavenly god, looking high above the earth.

The sage king from the realm of comprehension below, with an expression of inviting credit, pointed at Lu Yi behind Monkey King, flatteringly said: "My lord, he is Lu Yi."

"puff!"

As soon as this person's voice fell, the Emperor Wei, who was shot by a finger, instantly smashed his body, and even the soul was completely destroyed.

Seeing this scene, everyone around him was terrified.

But the fellow brothers who accompanied him were angry, but did not dare to show it.

Is this the majesty of the half-step emperor?

too frightening……

It's even easier to kill the gods by snapping fingers!

"What trash thing is qualified to answer this seat?" The half-step emperor was extremely majestic.

Seeing this scene, on the other side of the Hai Family camp, an old woman in a cyan windbreaker sneered and said, "Wan Mo is dust-free, so majestic!"

"Sister Haiqing, you don't have to mock this seat in this way. The Wanmo Family has lost a lot in the Great Wilderness, but your Hai Family is not getting better, right? How about we temporarily put aside our personal grievances and open this imperial mausoleum first?"

Wan Mo said with a clean skin and smiled without a smile.

"Huh! Who is your sister? Shameless!"

The old woman of the Hai Family stretched out her right hand from her sleeve, and her skin was delicate and greasy.

But this beautiful jade hand like a girl is full of murderous intent.

Only seeing the nine heavens, a huge hand suddenly condensed, and the five fingers of the huge hand were separated, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were suppressed in the four directions, and countless huge rocks suddenly fell.

"Boom!"

Five fingers suppressed, and the endless boulders smashed down, directly crushing the hundreds of saint kings left on the ground to death.

For a while, the remaining souls fled everywhere, screaming one after another.