A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"You bastard!"

"I've been in bad luck for eight lifetimes!"

"Why are you doing this..."

Two rays of light, one green and one white, fly alternately. Sometimes the white ray of light is in front, sometimes the cyan light is behind, but the white ray of light can never get rid of the entanglement of the cyan ray of light like brown sugar.

After a long time, many of the two's trump cards were gone, their mana and consciousness were greatly depleted, and their speed inevitably slowed down.

Seeing this, the Xu Lianxu Sword Cultivator who was chasing after him became even more murderous.

"Okay, very good!"

"Fellow Taoist Qingyun, I remember your coincidence of being on the same road."

The figure in the white light had a cold tone.

"Fellow Taoist, it's really a coincidence. It's absolutely true."

The figure in the cyan light smiled innocently.

"I will share two-thirds of the storage bag of the peak sword cultivator of the God Transformation."

"There may be an opportunity to refine the void in it, fellow Taoist, don't forget it."

Daai Tianjun said coldly.

"There is nothing you can't do."

Qingyun Tianjun was overjoyed and immediately handed over the storage bag he had captured.

The two of them, one with murderous intent on his face and the other with an honest and silly smile, deliberated for a moment, then their speed skyrocketed and they flew away into the distance, starting to burn their essence and blood.

"Thief..."

Lianxu Sword Cultivator, who was chasing after him, felt anxious.

He was hesitating whether to burn his essence and blood while chasing down the two junior gods. He was already old, and burning his essence and blood would most likely shorten his lifespan and shorten his life by many years in the future.

But soon, he no longer needed to hesitate.

Buzz!

In the sky, a green thread appeared, containing tough and sharp rules of life. It was like some kind of spiritual vine, or like a sword made from sacred wood. It came from a distance and contained a powerful force that was difficult for a monk to refine. It's terrifyingly sharp.

On the other side, there was a Yuguang knife. It was hazy, integrated with the space, and seemed to contain a subtle power of time. It was a crescent-shaped horn on the head of a spiritual insect. At this time, it fell off and flew out, and in an instant The attack came and was reflected in the inner lake of Lianxu Sword Cultivator.

"This is!"

Refining the Void Sword was shocking.

He drew his sword without hesitation and struck out with one strike. Blood covered the sky and the earth with blood. The sword light containing the rules of the blood path slashed down in an indomitable way. The aura of the world was restless for thousands of miles. The field of the rules of the blood path controlled the aura of the four directions and the general trend of the world.

boom!

When three different attacks converged, the space was shattered, the rules of heaven were distorted and turbulent, and countless spiritual lights overflowed.

Wait for the aura to dissipate.

The Void Sword Cultivator took a step back, and his tracking speed stagnated.

Looking into the distance, the two frantically escaping cyan rays and white rays quickly disappeared into the horizon. They cast a concealment spell and disappeared.

"Heavy treasure!"

"Both of these people have great opportunities! My sword skills may be able to be used again..."

The white-haired Xu Lianxu Sword Cultivator was trembling and extremely excited.

"This is my most precious treasure!"

The Lianxu Sword Cultivator's eyes were red, full of greed.

He instantly burned his essence and blood, and his aura increased several times. He soon spotted two sneaky figures in the distance and killed them at a furious speed.

"You can't escape..."

His tone was cold.

Suddenly, he was slightly startled.

The two cyan and white figures actually stopped and saluted another late-stage god-transformation monk who had just appeared.

This scene is very confusing.

However, the white-haired Void Refining Sword Cultivator could no longer control that much. Under the terrible pressure, the Royal Envoy Blood Sword headed there.

…

"We haven't seen each other for many years,"

"Goodbye, little uncle!"

Han Lin said ecstatically.

He immediately gave up the candy and followed the Great Ai Tianjun to the young man in green and bowed deeply.

According to past experience, his young master uncle has a very casual personality, and it is possible to save him or not, but this time is different. The senior Void Sword Cultivator behind him violated the general virtues of sword cultivators, and there is a great possibility that causing his displeasure.

"Goodbye, Heavenly Lord!"

The Great Ai Tianjun instantly lost his elegant and easy-going attitude of scolding Han Lin. He was a highly respected and righteous person, and he bowed like a humble gentleman.

"Hahaha!"

"Two fellow Taoists, we haven't seen each other for a long time, but our style remains the same."

Before the war, Jiang Ding met an old friend in a foreign land and was in a good mood. He said jokingly: "Han Lin, your ability to cause trouble is as good as ever. However, there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the upper world. You must be more cautious in the future."

"Definitely, definitely."

Han Lin said awkwardly.

He really didn't cause any trouble!

He has always been cautious and simple, and does not like to be in the limelight, but hell, he is always in danger. This may be related to his qualifications. He needs to keep getting opportunities to improve his cultivation.

"Great love for fellow Taoist,"

"I didn't expect that fellow Taoist's language ability is so outstanding. I didn't know it before. I'm really impressed."

Jiang Ding looked at the Great Ai Tianjun and smiled slightly.

The Great Ai Tianjun scolded Han Lin all the way, and he cursed millions of words, which were extremely unpleasant. From his birth to his parents to his afterlife, and then to Han Lin's personality and conduct, not a single word was repeated, which was eye-opening.

"Tianjun is laughing."

Daai Tianjun smiled awkwardly.

While a few people were chatting, the white-haired Void Sword Cultivator from behind had already arrived.

"die!"

He burned his essence and blood, and his aura was extremely violent. Without saying a word, he raised his sword and chopped it off on the head. The rules of the blood path condensed into one point, piercing through the space and rules, and arrived in an instant.

The scalps of Daai Tianjun and Qingyun Tianjun tightened, and their vigilance reached the limit.

Keng!

At this time, the young man in blue in front of them drew his sword and put it back into the scabbard.

In this moment, the space, rules, clouds, mountains, rivers and wind of tens of thousands of kilometers of sky and land all froze for a few breaths.

The white-haired Lianxu sword cultivator in this world was like a bug in amber, stiff and motionless.

Tear!

The sound of cloth tearing.

A golden light appeared between heaven and earth, starting from the eyebrows of the white-haired Lianxu sword cultivator, and cut it vertically into two even halves. The body fell in two halves, and the internal organs and blood flowed down, and then burned to ashes in an instant.

"Inheritance..."

The white-haired Lianxu sword cultivator said two words in horror.

This was his last words in the world.

The next moment, the soul was annihilated, and no soul particles and flesh and blood vitality survived.

"This!"

Han Lin and Da Ai Tianjun suffocated instantly, and their brains were blank.

They knew that Tushan Tianjun would be very strong, but they didn't expect such horror!

He was clearly a sword cultivator in the early stage of the Void Refining Sect. He was definitely not a weakling among the cultivators in the early stage of the Void Refining Sect. He could even fight a cultivator in the middle stage of the Void Refining Sect to a draw. However, he died instantly under that sword without any resistance.

"Such a person should not practice swordsmanship."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

He had a good habit of thrift and frugality. He took the storage bag and flying sword of the sword cultivator in the Void Refining Sect, and then divided 20% to the two people in front of him, 10% each: "You participated in the battle, this is your merit distribution."

These riches were just small fortunes for him, but they could make a Divine Transformation cultivator rich by dozens of times.

"Thank you, Lord!"

"Thank you, Junior Master!"

Han Lin and Lord Da Ai were extremely surprised, but seemed to have expected it. They took it immediately without any excuses.

This was Lord Tushan's habit.

If there was something captured on the battlefield, he would definitely share it with each friendly army participating in the battle. He would not embezzle even a few hundred spirit stones of a Qi Refining Sect cultivator's insignificant merit.

It has been like this for countless years and has never changed.