A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Under this sword, the Icefield Lord will die!

Jiang Ding's eyes flashed.

His eyes seemed a little hazy and blurred. Affected by the cause and effect of the Sword of Extermination of Gold, he saw a very far place.

This place was not even the Western Desert, but in an endless sea, under the abyss of ten thousand feet, a giant ice crystal egg was quietly placed on the ground.

This scene lasted for who knows how many years, perhaps thousands of years, perhaps tens of thousands of years.

It has always been like this, and nothing has ever changed. No life has ever come to this abyss of ten thousand feet, and no one has ever known.

Crack!

At a certain moment, this giant ice crystal egg changed.

A crack appeared on the eggshell, and the crack spread, soon covering the entire egg body, with a cracking sound, and finally collapsed.

Cry!

In the flying smoke and dust, a carriage-sized ice crystal phoenix was born, singing loudly, and the clear and beautiful cry spread in all directions, bringing vitality to this dark and silent abyss of ten thousand feet.

"Tushan!"

"Tushan!"

"I will remember you, I will remember you. After you die, I will definitely exterminate your bloodline and relatives, I will destroy your Tushan Courtyard, and kill all the human race in the world, leaving no one alive..."

The voice from the mouth of this beautiful ice crystal phoenix is ​​pleasant and melodious, but it is not as ethereal and sacred as the divine bird. It is full of resentment and malice, which makes people shudder.

This is actually the tradition of longevity.

I can't beat you in my generation, which is good. I am trapped in the seal for thousands of years. No matter what kind of powerful enemy, the genius has reached the twilight years, and the combat effectiveness has dropped significantly. It is the time to take revenge.

If you are still worried, just wait until the enemy dies, and don't even see the twilight years of the powerful enemy. After confirming his death, open the coffin and kill the body, exterminate his bloodline, slaughter all his clansmen, and laugh at him on the grave.

Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white hair in the world.

No matter how talented a person is, can he defeat time?

"Tushan!"

"Shuoyang..."

Icefield Lord whispered coldly.

She engraved these two names deeply into the depths of her soul, never forgetting them, and always remembering them.

However, she did not notice that a slight trace of bright red appeared in her eyes at some point.

This bright red color is an ordinary bright red color with a slight metallic luster. This color can be seen everywhere in nature, and no one would find it surprising.

However, if someone were here, the moment they saw this blood-gold color, a young man in blue with a handsome face and a long sword on his waist would immediately appear in their mind.

This instinct could not be controlled.

The young man in blue was watching her quietly.

What was even more bizarre was that the blood-gold color that only existed in the eyes of Icefield Lord was spreading, little by little to her cheeks, neck, body, and ice crystal wings.

"Tushan..."

Soon, Icefield Lord's body was covered with dense blood-gold sword marks, but she herself knew nothing and was still roaring with resentment.

Until, a thin blood-gold hair grew out from her cheek and fell under her eyes, and was finally seen.

"What is this?"

Bingyuan Tianjun's heart jumped.

She instinctively looked inside herself with her spiritual consciousness and demonic power, but found that her whole body was powerless, unable to move, her body was extremely stiff, and she had lost all control.

"No!"

"What the hell is this!"

Bingyuan Tianjun screamed in horror.

Through some water light, she saw a shadow, a bird-shaped monster covered with blood-gold hair struggling frantically, but it was all useless.

As she struggled, it seemed to trigger some kind of spell, and the blood-gold hair stood up straight one by one, like a sharp sword, piercing her soul and her flesh and blood.

"No! No..."

"Spare my life..."

Bingyuan Tianjun wailed, terrified, desperate, resentful, but did not change anything.

Her last trace of soul source disappeared as the blood-gold flying swords pierced into her body.

A demon king who suppressed the Western Desert for ten thousand years died.

In this abyss of thousands of feet that no one had ever known, his body was pierced by countless needle-sized blood-gold flying swords, and no life remained in his body.

All this seemed long, but in fact it was just a moment. Bingyuan Tianjun died, Bingyuan Tianjun was reborn, and died again.

All this happened in a sword.

Even Bingyuan Tianjun's body, which was split into two halves and was as big as a mountain, had not fallen to the ground yet, but only fell a little.

"Look, I said you would die, I am not a waste like Shuoyang Tianjun."

"But you don't believe it."

"Now, do you believe it?"

Jiang Ding said to himself.

He looked at Baizu Tianjun who was forced back by another sword, and Xi Ping'an who burned the incense and divine power and brought millions of divine guards to kill here frantically.

The world was quiet at this time.

The Icefield Lord, who had suppressed the Western Desert for ten thousand years and was considered an extremely powerful person among the Lords, died. After just a few moves, he was killed in the battle of besieging others.

Killed with a sword from the front!

"Icefield, Icefield is dead..."

The body of the Centipede Lord was stiff, and he looked at this scene with horror, unable to believe it.

Then,

Swish!

He didn't even look back, burning his blood and fleeing madly, regardless of the overall situation, the future, or the future, he fled directly and abandoned everyone.

The half-human, half-centipede Taoist flashed a few times, fled madly, and soon disappeared here.

"Waste!"

"Idiot, idiot!"

Xi Ping'an whispered.

"Kill!"

He was not surprised, nor discouraged. He burned the incense core again, raised the golden sword, carried the power of a thousand miles of heaven and earth, commanded millions of incense guards, and slashed at the head of the young man in green with the force of splitting Huashan.

"Hahaha!"

"Fellow Daoist Xi, why do you blame others?"

Jiang Ding said calmly: "What you are here is just the main body of the incense god. If you die, although your strength will be greatly reduced, you are still alive. How can you be the same as fellow Daoist Baizu?"

"But don't worry, the Xianmen's reconnaissance skills are the best in the world. I will find your rat's nest."

"You said that the previous generation of the Great Sun Sword Master left a ban on you, which will trigger my bloodthirsty and crazy desire? It doesn't matter, I won't kill you."

"But if you are killed by a stone, drowned by water, or beaten to death by a passing Yuanying cultivator, it's none of my business."

Obviously, Jiang Ding has thought of everything.

Boom!

A bright sun rose in the Qianli Great Sun Destruction Sword Domain, facing the morning sun, carrying endless destruction, destruction, forbidden methods, and distortion, and blasted head-on to burn all Xi Ping'an and his divine army.

"Kill!"

Xi Ping'an shouted in a low voice, holding up the golden sword, commanding the divine army to blast head-on.

Boom!

Boom!

A terrible explosion occurred, and the space of dozens of kilometers was instantly shattered. The hot air waves spread in all directions, triggering a destructive natural disaster, and all living things within dozens of kilometers died.

"Kill!"

In the broken spiritual light and air waves, the golden armored god will charge again, holding up the sword and slashing, never retreating.

"Not bad, not bad."

"Your fighting spirit is good, just this point, you have not lost the name of Xiyuan."

Jiang Ding praised generously.

Clang!

The Taiqing flying sword hummed softly, and another sword came to kill, falling on the golden sword of Xi Pingan that burned everything.

Boom!

Boom!

Sword after sword!

The bright and hot spiritual light continued to explode, the void continued to shatter, and the space was boiling.

It can be seen that Xi Pingan, who burned everything, has greatly strengthened his strength. He can fight Jiang Ding in a frontal battle, not retreating a step, and charging madly.

Although the paths are different, they have the bloodthirsty and crazy style of the Sun Sword Cultivator who fights to the death.

The price was his burning incense god core and the incense god guards that were constantly annihilated.

One sword,

Two swords,

Three swords,

...

The seventh sword!

Xi Pingan once again blasted back the Taiqing flying sword, gasping for breath in the broken space, and stationed with the sword, his breath greatly reduced.

He didn't even have the strength to stand!

He looked back at his body, and millions of incense god guards had died, one by one in the overflowing Great Sun Destruction Sword Qi.

The incense god core in his body, representing the core of the incense god path, the object of authority, has now become transparent and hazy. Even without external force, it will collapse and self-destruct after a few breaths, burning everything.

He tried his best and burned everything, but it was just like this.

He took the seven swords.

That's all.

"The Great Sun Sword of the Sword Pavilion..."

Xi Pingan laughed miserably.

He knew that he had encountered the Great Sun Sword of the Sword Pavilion in its prime, a Great Sun Sword that was stronger than the Ming Guangzi of the same level.

This was the pride of the sect, and should have been a support on the road, but it was the sect's mortal enemy, and my father's mortal enemy.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword slashed again, and a sword in the cloud pierced through his forehead.

"Jian Ge..."

Xi Ping'an's body froze, and his eyes dimmed instantly.

The next moment, the body of the golden armored god, as big as a mountain, fell down like a mountain collapse, and collapsed, countless spiritual lights splashed, and no life remained.