Son-in-law Dan Zun

Only for a moment!

Many offensives were swallowed by the storm, as if to be buried directly in it.

Within the storm, there is a sword with a handle, carrying an incomparable power of destruction, shattering the offensive, and making a sharp sound.

Only Luo Wushu in the Dao Tribulation Realm, the sword of the ruins can threaten the spirit realm of Bai Chen's level.

At this moment, with the double promotion of the cultivation base and the purple blood sword, the power of the sword of the ruins can be imagined.

On the other side, Mo Fan and Yaoyue also shattered a series of shrouded offensives, making the three of them seemingly not let down.

Countless eyes became shaken, and everything felt like a dream.

It is extremely incredible.

How can this be?

What the three people did is simply counterintuitive.

However, the invincible figures of the three people are slapping them in the face again, proving that everything is true.

"The sword is coming!"

Mo Fan shouted sternly, fighting spirit high.

His demon-like figure was now covered with a gorgeous golden armor, holding a black epee to kill the spiritual realm powerhouse of the Sikong family.

boom!

A dull pressure permeated out, and many people felt a dull pressure in their hearts, which seemed to make it hard for them to breathe.

Several Spirit Realm powerhouses of the Sikong family shot at the same time, and suddenly, a sky full of flames drowned towards Mo Fan's figure.

In the flames, there was also a fierce sword and shadow.

Mo Fan's body was shining with golden light, and the Golden Dragon Armor directly ignored the flame, allowing it to ignite.

"break!"

I saw him holding swords in both hands, cutting out towards him.

In an instant, the void erupted with a dull sound, which seemed to burst directly under the black epee.

The black epee carried a force of destruction, shattering the shadow of the sword, the light and the sword, breaking through the heavy flames, and then enlarged in the pupils of the Sikong family.

All the members of the Sagong family showed different colors.

They can feel a heavier and heavier pressure, making it very difficult for their bodies to avoid.

Of course, they never thought of avoiding.

The flames burned the sky, and only a few people's breath fluctuated, and they seemed to merge into one at this moment, extremely powerful.

"boom!"

A sword was born, a sword of the sun in the flames slashed towards Mo Fan.

"Battle formation?" Mo Fan sneered, without fear.

With the improvement of Xiaojin's strength, the strength blessing brought by Golden Dragon Armor is also far better than before.

He is not fighting alone either.

"Nine swords of life, immortality!"

With a sword out, a terrible storm of sword aura swept out under the black epee, and every sword aura seemed to threaten the powerhouse of the spirit realm.

The void erupted with a piercing and piercing sound, the sword aura was whizzing crazily, and the Sun God Sword wanted to destroy the sword aura storm and continue to annihilate it.

But the terrifying sword aura was not shaken by it at all.

For a time, the two sides seemed to be deadlocked.

"Yanyang!"

An angry shout came from the population of the Sikong family, and the flames became more and more terrifying, just like the fire of the sun.

Afterwards, the sword of Yanyang condensed in the sun **** fire, destroying and annihilating the sword energy.

Until the sword storm broke open.

In an instant, the sky was full of sword energy...

Mo Fan had no waves in his eyes, the black epee in his hand was terrible and the weight of the nine swords was endless.

Immortal and immortal!

As the sword moves changed, the sword aura that swept across the sky suddenly gathered again, permeating the black epee.

And, not only that.

In the boundless space centered on it, there seemed to be endless sword shadows, frantically converging on the black epee, making the pressure pervading the sword stronger.

"Nine swords of life, immortal!"

The black epee was cut again, immortal and powerful to the extreme.

"clang!"

The intersection of the sword of Yanyang and the black epee made the space sink suddenly, as if to be directly shattered.

The terrifying sun divine fire on the Yanyang sword exploded frantically, seeming to burn everything out.

However, the sword energy that swept through the black epee seemed to be immortal, constantly eroding the power of the Yanyang Sword.

"break!"

Mo Fan suddenly let out a sound, and saw thousands of sword auras on the black epee whistling together, sweeping.

It was like a mountain torrent and a tsunami, suddenly erupting, and the terrible power caught people off guard.

In an instant, the Yanyang Sword was directly broken and destroyed.

"die!"

Immediately afterwards, Mo Fan let out a sound again, and the black epee enlarged in the pupils of the Sikong family.

…………

At the same time Mo Fan shot, Yaoyue and Luo Wushu naturally did not sit back.

Yao Yue's body was bathed in dazzling radiance, and now he has become more skilled in the control of the ‘secret technique of the clan’, and his combat effectiveness has increased more than that.

Not only the word ‘kill’, his body is surrounded by many words, such as ‘town’, ‘zhu’, ‘dou’, and ‘jiang’.

With the blessing of these characters, his figure holding a long spear is like a **** of war, directly killing the strong Xiao family.

Many Xiao family powerhouses waited in full battle, flute and voice turned into a variety of methods, attacking one body, and facing the demon moon.

However, Yaoyue's pistol seemed to be extremely powerful at this moment.

Break ten will in one effort!

After several collisions, accompanied by many characters on the spear at the same time, Yaoyue stabbed a shot that opened to the sky.

"Bang!" Heaven and earth roared.

Countless people just felt deafening, and then they saw everything passed by the spear, and everything was annihilated.

The Xiao family powerhouse's complexion changed drastically, and he only felt like a ghost, and quickly scattered around, where there was still a little war intent.

However, how could Demon Yue let go of the chance to win and pursue...

…………

As for Luo Wushu!

Relatively speaking, his pressure is the greatest.

One is because the powerhouse of the Bloody Clothes Tower is obviously one level better than the Sikong family and the Xiao family.

The second is because the Yejia powerhouse's goal is also him.

However, it is only relative.

Returning to the ruins of the sword, leaving behind a strong man in the late spiritual realm, it is difficult to resist in the early and mid-spirit realm.

Moreover, after receiving the sword from the Emperor, Luo Wushu's sword skills have obviously become more unpredictable.

As soon as the swordsmanship with spatial suppression came out, although the general spiritual realm powerhouse was able to move, the speed was also limited to an extremely slow level.

And this kind of slowness, in Luo Wushu's eyes, is waiting to die.

Therefore, in just a few moments, there is only one late spiritual stage left to besieged and killed Luo Wushu's many powerhouses.

There is an extremely tragic atmosphere between the heaven and the earth.

"Little beast, you **** it!"

And above the higher void, the expressions of the masters of the forces such as Xue Qingyi had already become distraught.

How could they think of such a scene!

The fall of that strong man is like a series of sharp blades, constantly piercing his heart, dripping blood crazily.

These powerhouses are the core of their respective forces standing in the Shenzhou Continent.

"He... how could they... be so strong?"

Sikongyu and Sikongming brothers, their faces were full of fear.

The more enchanting the three Luo Wushu were, the more it seemed that their previous words and deeds were so ridiculous.

Even the clown is not as good as...

As for Ye Xiu and others, they couldn't help but slap their tongues, and there was an uproar in their hearts, making it difficult to calm down.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't dare to imagine that there would be people so evil.

And, there are still three!

They all consider themselves evildoers, otherwise, where can they join the Tianxuan Academy.

However, in front of the three Luo Wushu, they looked bleak.

"That's it!" Ye Luojin smiled faintly, his face was so calm from beginning to end.

If Luo Wushu didn't have such an evil spirit, he would not be qualified to be a person he recognized.

"However, I should end it too!"

Suddenly, his offensive that had suppressed Xue Qingyi was suddenly tough, causing Xue Qingyi to fly out in embarrassment.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood, spit out from the blood Tsing Yi's mouth.

Luo Wushu raised his head and glanced at the masters of the forces, and then stayed on the flying figure of Xueqingyi.

"Don't worry, come one by one!"

The same words fell into the ears of everyone before, making them full of disdain and sneer.

But at this moment, it made them look ashen and embarrassed.

"Little beast, do you think you have the winning ticket?" Xue Qingyi yelled coldly, and looked down at the blood-clothed building, his gloomy face full of madness.

"Today you, none of you can survive!"

Everyone: "..."