Heavenly Emperor

Xia Qi stood under the clouds, listening to these words, the corners of his mouth cracked and laughed, silently sighing that this monster race really wants to be more open and aboveboard, although there are rumors of Monster Qi Monster Qi in the world, in fact, the most imposing human beings are the darkest.

For example, all his previous promises seem to be firm, but in fact, countless thoughts have passed in his mind. I, Xia Qi, will never grab it, so others can grab it! You can also let others send it!

And the Wu Clan didn't just think about head-on death fights, fighting for victory or defeat. They had already incorporated the monster clan into their strategy, and compared them carefully. On the contrary, the clan with the name of the monster was really terrifying in this wild and innocent.

Laughing dumbfounded, Xia Qi paused for a while, his expression showed, and he penetrated into the clouds. The mountainside of Buzhou Mountain was almost inserted into the immortal world. The clouds were solid, and several places were able to settle down.

Xia Qi passed through the clouds, only feeling a bloody air rushing toward his face, like the corpse mountain The Underworld, and the resentment in the battle intent made Xia Qidu stunned for a moment.

The battle situation is far more complicated than imagined, and far more fierce than imagined.

Not only did the Lich clan fight again, the Immortal Realm also participated, and even some people from other forces mingled among them. The battlefield stretched almost anywhere in the line of sight, as long as it was able to settle down, even if it was a small place. Shitai was crowded with people from the three races, and the fighting was so stalemate that they would never die.

However, individual talented supernatural powers or powerful people have already expanded their battles into the air, demon art piercing through the air, roaring like thunder, immortal law descending, and the world discolored.

Buzhou Mountain was stained with blood red, and the blood flowed into a river. The scene at this moment was indescribable. Xia Qi inexplicably jumped out a sentence: The sky is full of blood.

The immortal world has not yet known how, but the two families of the Lich are absolutely exhausted. They used everything to fight to death. They were already red-eyed, and they were completely selfless. When the war reached this level, it was almost impossible to stop the manpower.

Unless the six Sages are together and suppressed with great Magic power, otherwise, the mountains are destined to be full of grief.

Moreover, even if it is stopped at this moment, the Lich clan will definitely have lost nearly half of the strong, so at this moment neither of them can retreat.

Xia Qi's eyes swept away, that Shang Yang had once again joined the battlefield, flying up and down in the clouds thousands of miles ahead. Her opponent was an ancestral witch. His black robe had already been broken to pieces, showing a hideous look. The figure looks like an ancient behemoth as high as one hundred feet, covered with bone spurs.

Shang Yang, wearing a pale blue silk robe, flew up and down around him. Both were seriously injured. They fought for a while. They were extremely dangerous. It was obvious that if there was a chance, the two would not hesitate to abandon their lives and kill them. other side.

But precisely because of this, they barely kept their balance.

Xia Qi looked like an alternative on the battlefield, his expression was indifferent, and he took a step slightly sideways. A White Tiger fell to the ground and crashed into a mass of fleshy flesh. A thin, dark man who stood up from his body was still in the future. And laughing wildly.

"Bah"

With a loud scream, a white-clothed man pierced his chest with a sword. This arrogant man in the fairy world, his eyes were dissatisfied with bloodshot eyes, and he looked closely. He was white in front of him, but behind him was already bloodstained. covered in wounds.

With crimson eyes, he slashed the dark and thin man with a sword, then turned around, without even seeing clearly, he slashed towards Xia Qi.

This is the battlefield, the battlefield with the red eye. Except for his own people, he hardly distinguishes each other, just to fight, standing in it is the enemy.

Xia Qi's expression was indifferent, and he turned his head away from the sword. The bloody aura made him feel a little suffocated. His right hand stretched out his index finger and pointed out. An electric light pierced the center of the white man's eyebrows, scorched black, and burned out a dark smoke. Hole.

The man's hand was soft, the sword fell, and there was some relief in his eyes. In an instant, one of the three tribes died in one place.

Wherever you can see, someone will die every moment, crimson is mixed with blood and spread, making it difficult to breathe.

When Xia Qi moved, he no longer stayed in this battlefield. Standing here, he could only passively get involved in the fight and kill, and he flew towards the top battlefield.

Above the sky, there is no dazzling blood, but the danger is not relieved, and even a glance makes the scalp numb!

Xia Qi stood on the edge, and behind him appeared the off-ground flame flag, which shone over his body. The off-ground flame flag was already considered a treasure of the Xiantian Supreme Treasure level, and there were very few treasures higher than it.

Offensive and defensive, as long as he sacrificed his life, Xia Qi held the flame flag off the ground and looked around.

His appearance naturally attracted the attention of most people. However, at this moment, he did not take care of him. He could only secretly pray that he would not help the enemy. Now that the battle is in a stalemate, Xia Qi is the variable.

Therefore, no one said hello, just as if he hadn't appeared before, Xia Qi was also happy to be so, why not be able to watch the theater so close.

The battle here is not messy. The largest battlefield in the center is also the only place where there are three people from the fairy world. They are dressed in white clothes with sloppy clothes. They are not stained, and their movements are extremely chic. Every attack is just light. Raise your hand or float away.

However, they are the most dangerous people. It can be seen that they are the weakest among the three. They will be swept by the aftermath almost at any time, and they will be beaten up and destroyed.

The most important fighting force is the two families of Lich. The big monsters are so funny that they fly high and their whiskers are raised high, but they are extremely powerful. They stretched out their arms and shouted loudly: "I won’t hit you today. Piaoxu, Daddy is not worthy of being a demon."

The roar resounded like a muffled thunder. The clouds above and below him formed vortices in opposite directions, and they were rotating. Then his arms slammed together, as if the sky and the earth were merged.

The terrifying coercion swept away and engulfed the three people on the opposite side. One of the three people on the opposite side also yelled: "A mere demon, Hugh is crazy!" His voice was loud, as if he was angry.

Then, his hair turned red as if he was covered in flames. His eyes were blood-red. It was Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of southern fire. He used himself as a guide, and a circle of burning flame spread out, sweeping around like a cloud of fire.

The light is dazzling and hot.

It’s just that the two people’s attacks haven’t touched yet. An electric light over there seems to have split into the sky, screaming slid across, a six-foot-long fan in his hand, studded with gorgeous gems, borrowed with extreme speed, and then Holding the fan with both hands, the fan swelled in the wind, and in an instant it expanded to a hundred feet like a mountain.

"Zhu Rong's second child, Grandpa Feilian told you to play with fire and set yourself on fire."

"Bah" The moment he stopped, the Baizhang giant fan suddenly instigated.

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