Indescribable Invincibility

　　 Zhang Wutong and Yi Xiaocheng had a cold air, with killing intent overflowing.

　　 After they learned that Fang Xuan was going to the border, an idea came to mind.

　　 opened the imperial capital in front of Fang Xuan, and their back feet followed out of the imperial capital.

It’s just that they are different from Fang Xuan. They are not going to the border, but leaving the Great Qin Dynasty. They are going to the Fei Xian Shen Dynasty. The enemy’s enemies are naturally friends, but they found Fang when they detoured to the Fei Xian Shen Chao camp. Xuan left the gate, and even reached a shocking deal with the prince.

　　 The two decided in their hearts.

　　 This is the place where the two dynasties are at war. The Assassin Supreme Hall powerhouse staring at them will not get too close, or even a little farther away, which means that they have the opportunity to kill Fang Xuan by themselves.

　　 For this, Yi Xiaocheng cruelly used his own hole cards, a life-saving thing, a magic weapon for hiding.

　　 This magic weapon made them avoid the prince's perception for a short time, just because they would suddenly appear and attack Fang Xuan.

　　 "Your arrogance has caused the mortal situation today."

　　 Yi Xiaocheng felt cold in his heart.

　　 He didn't say much when he didn't say a word. The Taoist sword in his hand was indestructible, and his sword was stained with his blood, making it more sharp and unstoppable.

　　 Zhang Wutong also sacrificed his debut sword, and the murderous Sheng Lie was even better than Yi Xiaocheng.

　　 The two are strong in the realm of humans and gods, and they are both top-notch in this realm. Even Zhang Wutong is expected to be a prince in the next two hundred years, and is a rare genius in Biyou Palace.

　　 A prince and two people broke out in the divine realm, directly shattering the heaven and the earth, shaking the void, and cracks in the space, fierce to the extreme, no one can match!

　　 Kuang Chengsi, Yan Wu and others are all discolored.

　　 "Hey!"

　　 Fangxuan and pointed to form a sword, and Void pointed to each other.

　　 Boom!

　　He did it, there are runes lingering around his fingertips, with a simple finger, Daoyun is amazing!

　　 His fingertips actually have the power of the evil spirit, that is the power of the Resentment Mingshi, everyone did not expect that the power that was thought to be suppressed would appear in another form.

　　 Fang Xuan body becomes a demon, assimilating itself with the resentment stone.

　　 He is a monster, his eyes are blood red.

　　It pointed out that the blood entrained in the power of the stone of resentment appeared, and the blood turned into demons and ghosts. There were more than thousands of ghosts and ghosts.

　　 "Stay blood finger!"

　　 Zhang Wutong, Yi Xiaocheng, and even the princes of the Skyfire Sect are all dead.

　　 They saw the origin of this finger.

　　 The Styx clan, which was annihilated in the long river of years, was a group that had dominated many eras in the ancient times.

　　 This clan is not an imperial lineage force, but it suppressed many times and fought against the imperial lineage force. All this is attributed to the ancestor of their clan, a fierce man, who created many taboo techniques.

　　 One of them is Styx Blood Finger.

　　 It's that they don't understand, why Fang Xuan wants to kill them if he doesn't want his life, is it worth it?

　　 This refers to the level of supernatural power that almost touches the level of the emperor and the emperor.

　　 At the same time, the secret behind this finger also made their heart palpitations. This is a bloodline supernatural power, and Fang Xuan is a member of the Styx clan.

boom……

　　 The void is shattered every inch, and the crisp sound rippling, stimulates the eardrum of this kind of person.

　　 Zhang Wutong and Yi Xiaocheng coughed up blood from their mouths. The blood all over their bodies boiled. Their skin became red, and they instantly became thin and thin. They fell to the ground without knowing their life or death.

　　 The princes of the Skyfire Sect on the other side wailed.

　　 He endured most of the power of Styx's finger, and his flesh and blood were directly steamed to dryness, and his spirits boiled voluntarily.

　　 That kind of pain is like a bone-eating maggot biting flesh and blood, magnified millions of times.

　　 "Puff!"

　　 Suddenly, the body of the prince of the Skyfire Sect exploded.

　　 A fragile soul appeared. It was the soul of the prince. He was wailing in pain. No one could help him.

　　 "Amitabha!"

　　 At this time, the Buddha chanted the Buddha's name.

　　 He purified the princes and spirits of the Skyfire Sect and dispelled the power that made him a nightmare.

　　 The prince of the Skyfire Sect did not hesitate to use the means of life-saving, and disappeared into this battlefield...

　　 Fang Xuan didn't care about the escape of Skyfire Sect.

　　 He looked at the prince of Tianluo Palace, or more precisely, he was looking at the Buddha's doctrine, the broken devil's pestle.

　　 "Fomenjia Lan Demon Pestle... I didn't expect this Demon Pestle to be here."

　　 Fang Xuan whispered quietly, his eyes are always ruthless.

　　 His gaze fell on the magic pestle, "So, is that stubborn bald head dying..."

　　 "Amitabha."

　　 The Lord Buddha was chanting the Buddha's name, and the folded hands were separated, and his left hand stretched out to press against Fang Xuan, as if the Monkey King was pressed by the Buddha Lord's Five Finger Mountain.

　　 It's just that the big hand stopped when it was pressed down, because Fang Xuan glanced at the Buddha!

　　 This is the Buddha feared the demons.

　　 Very weird.

　　 "You are not a Buddha, if the true Buddha comes, I will be afraid of three points, but it's a pity..."

　　 Fang Xuan's indifferent voice sounded.

　　 The suppressed Resentment Mingshi power on his body reappeared. Resentment red atomized the demon flame and turned into a great demon with three heads and six arms, blue face and fangs, six eyes and blue eyes.

　　 The Buddha's body was swaying, and his palm was retracted.

　　The demon suppressed the Buddha.

　　 Suddenly, the Buddha held up and turned into a bit of golden light, all power was swallowed by the devil, the big devil grabbed the Buddha's glory with six arms and stuffed it into his mouth, the scene was terrifying.

　　 "...He can't come, Buddha, is dead."

　　 Fangxuan's words continued, staring at the Buddha's main image that shattered in front of him.

　　 He raised his hand, and the broken Demon Pestle fell on his palm.

　　 Boom!

　　 There is a roar of the earth in the distance.

　　 The time for an incense stick is up, and the Drought Sword rises into the sky.

　　 Seeing this scene, the remaining princes were unwilling, but they had to retire.

　　 Not to mention Fang Xuan who is holding the Drought Sword, just to say that Fang Xuan now makes them powerless.

　　 At the moment the Buddha died, the three princes had already retreated.

　　 Other powerful men and the 30,000 Heavenly Fire Sect army followed them.

　　 Everyone in the Tianhuo Sect was horrified, trembling unstoppable, even if they were back, they were still trembling constantly.

　　 are dead...

　　 Their hands and feet were cold~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They couldn't hold their weapons, and they trembled slightly.

　　 In just one stick of incense, more than 600,000 people were ruined on this battlefield.

　　 This battle is a nightmare for them, memories that cannot be erased.

　　 There is blood everywhere outside the Tianxian City Pass. The bones are all over the earth. No piece of the earth is good. What kind of sight is that with more than six hundred thousand corpses.

　　 Hell is nothing but that.

　　 watching all this, watching this battlefield.

　　 This is a great victory.

　　 However, Da Qin soldiers did not cheer at all. They watched all this, and looked at the sea of ​​blood.

　　 They stood in place.

"Won."

　　 "We won."

　　 The soldier's eyes are blurred.

　　 A warrior lowered his waist, and he picked up a corpse.

　　 can't help it anymore.

　　 He cried, his shoulders twitched.

　　 Tears are like a river, constantly streaming down.

　　 "Brother, this... a battle... We won... I, I, I... take you home." He choked, but couldn't take any steps.

　　 How much he wants to go back with his brother, not now.

　　 I will never hear the brother who called his brother, the stupid brother.

　　 He is not the only person on this battlefield, many people have stood for a long time.

　　 They stood in place, without the fierceness they had before, tears in their eyes.

　　 The cry is the cheers of this great victory. They dare to cry only when they win, and crying loudly is the greatest reward for them in this victory.

　　 This cry is not the voice of the weak today.

　　 "Woo..."

　　 The horns of retreating soldiers were heard in Tianxian City, and the horns were so desolate...

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