Sovereign to Immortality

Yi Yi's two snakes spears constantly swing in the void, like the real killings but sometimes point to Yang Junshan, sometimes pointing to Zhong Hao, for a time people can not judge.

However, when Yang Junshan and Zhong Rong were on the verge of enemies, the first thing to take is that the emperor has no boundaries!

A red sun rose from behind his back, and the red-red flame streamed from the void, rushing toward Yang Junshan and Zhong Rong as a wave.

Zhong Rong seems to be very familiar with the means of the emperor's borderlessness. When he sees the fire wave sweeping over, he sees a broken fan in his hand, and a fan of the fan blows out, instantly weakening the raging fire. The waves, and then another fan, the fire wave has begun to disappear.

However, the moment when the fire wave was attenuated in the void, the easy-song two snake spears suddenly came out from the void, and then the moment the fire wave went out, the body of the snake spear that had gone straight to the throat of Yang Junshan suddenly fell in the air. A bend, but turned to the body of Zhong Rong.

Zhong Rong was in danger, and he snorted. "嘡啷啷" pulled out the long sword from the waist and directly squatted in front of him, but it accurately hit the mouth of the spear.

"叮", the snake spear was hit again by a sword, and the whole body suddenly flickered. The spear rod crossed a half arc in the air, but it was directly toward the waist of Zhong Rong.

At the same time, Zhong Rong rushed back and mobilized the ghosts in the body, and made the sword and the snake spear fight.

At this time, a huge drink suddenly sounded, and Zhong Hao glanced at it, but he was seeing the body of the Wuxian who was a few feet tall and tall, and crossed the void of hundreds of feet. Go straight to the chest and abdomen of Yang Junshan.

Unexpectedly, the sentence is still in the air, and there is a small scorpion that does not need his fist under the body of the celestial screams, and screams with his giant fist.

A violent wave of space caused a piece of space to crack and extended toward the continuous expansion.

"Drink -"

The sentence was screaming, and he quickly shrank his hand, but he saw cracks on the back of his hand, which had been covered with blood.

Shan Junyi was also immediately collapsed, but the sentence is actually a person who ate a dark loss.

Yang Junshan secretly sighs, and Shan Junjun is not a fairy, but the blow can at least make the whole arm break.

Of course, if Shan Junyi is really promoted to a fairy, the sentence fat will make the body of the Wuxian tyranny very strong, and it will certainly not be stupid to the point of being a hard-nosed fairy.

Just after the attack, Yang Junshan had a slight advantage, but he couldn’t take advantage of it. Because of the moment when Wu Xian’s sentence was shot, Pan Fuming’s Xianzun also followed Yang Junshan’s shot.

Moreover, Pan Xianzun did not take it out. When he took out his hand, he went all out and even had a strong posture. Rao was Yang Junshan asking himself for his profound knowledge. He was also embarrassed by Pan Xianzun’s play like crazy.

In the end, it is thousands of years old, although it has not been inadvertent for hundreds of years, but the accumulation and tempering of Xianyuan for many years has made Pan Xianzun’s shooting in the process of fighting the law extremely spicy, grasping the timing in the fight. It often makes Yang Junshan stunned.

In a single discussion, Yang Junshan may even have to win over Pan Xianzun, but at the moment when the two sides played against each other, Yang Junshan was extremely rare and fell in the middle of the same-level monk's fighting style.

Of course, this is not to say that Yang Junshan is not an opponent of Pan Xianzun. After all, Yang Junshan is in the middle of an enemy.

The six golden statues of the sacred sacred rituals have directly smashed the starry sky into a smashing, numerous space fluctuations mixed with space cracks and space debris, and various stars and gems in the radius of hundreds of miles collapsed.

After the sentence, the pain in the back of the hand was relieved, and the wound began to heal, and suddenly he would join the battle group again.

However, when the sentence fat just slammed into the battle of Yang Junshan and Pan Xianzun, the giants suddenly turned around and saw a figure that was smaller than his body. Come.

Even the sentence is too late to be surprised, how can one more out of a witch, and also shot to his fellow family, because the moment the group came out, the space between the two giants was suddenly compressed, and then the sentence In the direction of the fat, the space suddenly collapsed, and countless spaces rushed into the brain and rushed over his face.

"Oh yeah-"

Rao is a fat-skinned witch, and his body is thick and thick, but he is also a bit embarrassed by Yang Junshan’s sudden attack with the magical power of the gods. The huge space fluctuations propelled his huge body and directly hit it. In addition to hundreds of feet, a dozens of meteorites that survived the battle in the war were immediately smashed by his body.

Just when Yang Junshan turned and repelled the sentence of the fat witch, Pan Xianzun suddenly offered a ruler.

The ruler seems to be only two feet long, but the moment that Pan Xianzun is coming in his direction, it seems that he has crossed the space of several tens of feet in an instant, and his eyes will fall on his head.

"Imperial!"

Yang Junshan screamed, and it was completely out of reach to avoid the dodge. His breath was completely locked by this ruler.

"Xian Shu Shen Tong!"

Yang Junshan blamed again.

The fairy squad is obviously the magic weapon of Pan Xianzun, and at this time, the sacred magic weapon is attached to the sacred magic weapon.

For most Xianzun, it is still extremely difficult to have a fairy, but this universal situation obviously does not apply to Pan Xianzun, who has been for thousands of years.

Yang Junshan's face is dignified, but his hands are like a butterfly on the flower. He is always wearing a variety of seals. When all the seals are completed in an instant, Yang Junshan has one hand and one hand, as if all the seals are motivated. The force was integrated into the hands, and then he saw him suddenly exhaling and opening his voice, his face was extremely dignified, and he seemed to play boxing right out in a slow and fast way, hitting the side of the fairy knives accurately.

"嘎嘣-"

The crisp fractures were uploaded from Yang Junshan's hand.

At least this shot caused Yang Junshan to break two fingers!

"Silver space" is just a lower-grade device. Although this shot seems to be tricky, most of them rely on Yang Junshan's sturdy body to resist the fairy, but it is inevitable to suffer.

However, this blow also hit the fairy knives again, letting Pan Xianzun take all the efforts of the sacred weapon and the sorcerer.

"The sacred magical power of the dead!"

The sentence of the fat man who was just repelled by Yang Junshan exclaimed.

Not only the sentence fat, but Pan Xianzun is also a color change at the same time, compared to the judgment of the power of the fairy, Pan Xianzun is obviously more accurate than the sentence of the sentence.

However, this can only make the color of Pan Xianzun's eyes more intense.

Yang Junshan is also in the same mind. The magical power that he has just displayed is the most familiar to him so far. He is also the most complete master of the life-threatening gods!

And this sacred magical power is in its own full force, and its power has really reached the end of the world.

However, the two gods and the congenital mixed spirits are completely different. The former played the power of the singularity in the hands of Yang Junshan, but it may not have further possibilities.

Although the latter is a fairy tales of extinction, but in the hands of Yang Junshan, it is only equivalent to the power of pure Yang Xianshu, and there is still potential to be dug.

However, the order of the celestial beings is above the latter. This is undoubtedly seen by Yang Junshan.

At the same time that Yang Junshan fought against sentence fat and Pan Xianzun, Zhong Rong was equally powerful under the siege of Emperor Wu and Yi.

Zhong Rong has been cultivated as a ghost, a Confucian, a demon, but it is rare among the ghosts. It can even be said to be the only one who can resist the confrontation of the same-order monks!

Zhong Rongyi held a folding fan to resist the fire. He held a long sword and a war of the Yi, and did not fall.

However, Zhong Rong also understands that this dragging down is not very beneficial to himself, but he can see that Zhong Zhong is in the process of fighting the law. Suddenly his body has changed greatly. The original ugly face has even become a horrible, breathing The road is completely swallowed by the white mist of the suffocating suffocation, which looks so good.

Zhong Rong, who changed his appearance, suddenly opened his mouth and sucked. The fire wave that was originally promoted by the emperor was flooded into his stomach, making it difficult for the emperor to make a reaction and react against it.

At the same time, the long sword in the hands of Zhong Rong’s sword was covered with a layer of sharp white tiger suffocating, and a sword smashed the singer’s two snake spears with low sorrow, while the tiger cub invaded, constantly The sage and the gods of the masters of the snake spear magic treasure are consumed.

"Imperial, your Zhengnan sword has been promoted to a fairy!"

Yi Yi is like a lightning strike, generally recovers his snake spear magic weapon, but at the same time is a scream in his mouth.

It is another fairy, which is already the second fairy that appeared in this war.

"Hey!"

Zhong Rong sneered, and in the moment of repelling Yi, the left-handed folding fan suddenly flew out, and in the middle of the air, three fans were fanned out to the emperor.

When the first fan came out, a gale screamed and screamed, suppressing the true sun of the emperor.

Waiting for the second fan to come out, a cloud of clouds formed in the gale, pouring into the waves of the sky, and a large expanse of fire was extinguished.

Followed by the third fan, the clouds suddenly burst into the clouds, and every raindrop flew out, and they were able to open a passage in the fire along the way.

"Gonely cold spring -"

The emperor had a loud voice, but once he shouted out a name that made Yang Junshan familiar.

At this moment, Zhong Rong had already smashed the sword through the fire of the emperor's body and went straight to his front.

The emperor saw the situation and flew backwards. At the same time, the Huanghuang Day after the brain suddenly merged into his body. The sound of a bird that was absolutely not good was heard. A huge three-legged Jinwu double-winged fan, a bit of Jinwuzhen The fire spewed out and temporarily suppressed the approach of Zhong Rong.

Under the persecution of Zhong Rong, the emperor has no choice but to form the original form of Jinwu.

"Well, what are you doing, help me stop the clock!"

At this time, the trader who originally joined forces with the emperor without borders was not trying to contain Zhong Rong. Instead, he turned and jumped out of the battle group.