Chapter 139 Holy World

The sky on the ruins was sad and clouds were bleak, and the war was continuous. The soldiers of the State of Chen were full of mountains and wild, and there were a rushing sound. Thousands of monks had six demons Hou Haisheng, and the four command of the ghost king also failed to resist the rush of the soldiers in time. A torrent of mana stirred in the air, and countless fairy arts floated in it. When the fairy light overflowed, dozens of soldiers died.

"Eat the thief and capture the king first, and kill the barbarian!" Hou Haisheng shouted that hundreds of soldiers were not entangled, and their bodies turned into a streamer in the air. The soldiers with the blessing of the white bone world could not stop him at all. The ghost who was killing the high cultivation was shocked and disappeared without a trace, and even the mana covering one side disappeared.

The barbarians in the center are magnificent, and their deep magic power is enough to support the world of white bones and sacrifice another great fairy skill!

"The small eleven-level combat power fairy also wants to behead the perfect fairy, which is ridiculous! Looking at my outstanding disciples of the two sects of "killing demons" are extremely fast and invisible to ordinary people, but in the eyes of barbarians, they are clearly like mosquitoes swaying in front of their eyes. Their strong magic power turns into a demon-killing sword, shining brightly and the repressing breath is close to the two of them.

"Six Desire Immortals!"

"Four Spirits Immortals!"

Two explosions suddenly sounded in the world of white bones. The four mythical beasts of heaven and earth are majestic and windy and watch each other from afar. If Jinyang is here, he will definitely recognize the four mythical beasts, real dragon, unicorn, phoenix and black turtle, guarding the four directions and with thousands of weather. There is no open and auspicious atmosphere in Gui Si's hands, only black weirdness, attacking the barbarians in Hou Haisheng's 'Six Desires Immortals'.

At the moment when the Six Desire Immortal Art appeared, even the demon-killing skill was in chaos, and the extreme demon-killing demon-killing skill suddenly bombarded down.

The roar and fighting sound, and the out-of-control fairy art fell on the ruins, stirring up countless gravel and smoke and dust all over the sky.

"Who?" A violent shout spread all over the battlefield and shook three sound waves. Even Hou Haisheng, who was about to die in the sky, was broken for a long time. The chaos added to the body, and the vast barbaric male body was shocked. Shengyi Yuyin picked up the sword given by Emperor Chen for the sake of barbarism and fiercely killed them.

"The outstanding disciples of the sect are really good. All of them have practiced 18-fold immortal skills to the seventh, and even my mind can be confused. Unfortunately, you..." The barbarians waved their swords shouted, just as the two of them held their breath and prepared to be hit by the barbarians.

"That's you!" The bloody wind set off a large area of white bone gas. Sheng Yi was furious and was intercepted as soon as he came out of the mausoleum. The power of a great immortal skill was extremely lethal. The 'demon-killing skill' almost cut his body into two sections. The blood of the body that had never been injured was splashed, and the white bones were full.

With a sonorous sound, the void of the Holy One's big gun was trembling, and the world of white bones covering one side was broken down, and all the magic power could not work all over Shengyi's body.

The two people standing not far away looked at each other and saw a trace of surprise in each other's eyes. The edge of the barbarism was actually resisted by Sheng Yi alone. The 16th-level combat power resisted the barbarism of the 18th-level immortal combat power, and there was no sign of defeat for a while.

The two are not stupid. The power of the barbarians came from tens of thousands of soldiers and complemented each other. In an instant, two mana torrents rushed out, and the two immortal arts floated in it, and the fairy spirit overflowed, taking away the lives of soldiers.

At the time of the sky war, Jinyang, who followed the saint, slowly came out of the ruins of the mausoleum. The universe mirror in the sea of knowledge was dim and dull, and the aura depleted a stubborn stone.

"Hmm?!" Jinyang, standing in the ruins, looked at the war in the sky and was stunned. Shengyi collided with the barbarians in the white bone world in the sky. Their power alone made others unable to stand.

"Chen Guo intervened?" Jin Yang muttered to himself that he would be all done by Chen Guo here and stir himself in for no reason. The two people in the collision are very different. Sheng Yi was born in the ancient school. His cultivation is superb, and his magical power is also extremely strong. It is more horrible than any magical power. Even if he has a great power, he may not be able to hit him with one blow.

The soldiers of the State of Chen in the bloody storm did not mean to let go of Jin Yang. Instead, dozens of soldiers rushed to him, and the heavy iron armor protected their bodies, and the halberd with scars and gap marked their great achievements.

Just when Jinyang wanted to rush up, a golden sword spirit suddenly appeared in the distant sky, covered the sky and looked at the warring place, and the noble breath filled with it. The golden sword light reflected the world, and the majesty of the silk and humane emperor surged in the air.

"What's going on?" The barbarians were shocked and drank repeatedly, from the pale and white-boned world of the Chen royal family, which melted under the noble and majestic atmosphere.

Sheng Yi's concentration is not affected by the outside world. The big gun in his hand should have an invincible edge. In an instant, he practiced a hundred guns, and the void was shaking and couldn't stand his great power.

The sword light rolled in and the momentum was huge. In a moment, the world of white bones collapsed, dissipated under the majestic golden sword spirit of Taoism, and the black light on the soldiers melted.

"No! My twelve-level immortal skill!" A mouthful of old blood spewed out, and Shengyi's attack had long been unbearable for him. The black dragon robe was torn, blood splashed, and the wildness of the upper body was dissatisfied with the scars, which were all the glory left by the war.

"Let you taste the power of the holy world!" A figure came out in the fierce sword spirit, and the sharpness was exposed. It was Zhao Qing, the more confident Zhao Qing!

The rolling sword spirit, the world is golden, and the majestic breath seems to come from ancient times, and all the treacherous villains will appear and kneel in front of him.

Zhao Qing ignored the holy one, barbarians and desperate monks and soldiers of the war, and stared at Jin Yang: "The first time you let me go without fighting, today I will kill you and strengthen my Taoist heart!" The cold tone is cold and piercing.

The powerful battlefield suddenly became the battlefield of the two. All the soldiers slowly retreated and retreated like a tide, leaving only the bloody smell in the air.

"You hateful sectarian monks, Chen will definitely suppress you!" The angry barbarians roared, and tens of thousands of subordinates suffered heavy losses. Even the magic power of the white bone world was melted, and the prince's spirit was completely lost.

"Sectarian monk? Humph! How can they compare with the people in my dignified prince's court!" Zhao Qing, who was in the air, pointed the emperor's sword in his hand at everyone, and the rolling sword light suddenly pressed down, simply ignoring the power of barbarism.

"Get back!" I don't know who roared. The monks in the face of tens of thousands of soldiers all looked around and dispersed. Zhao Qing, who was majestic and invincible, was full of spring breeze, and no one dared to stand in the direction of the sword!

The vast sword spirit of Sheng Yi's rolling overhead in the air did not make him leave. Instead, he looked good to Zhao Qing. His proud body could not attract him. Only the emperor's sword from ancient times, the saint in the ancient sword, and the emperor's sword that swept the world.

"Emperor's Sword?" Sheng Yi stared at Zhao Qing with hot eyes and wanted to see through her.

"Good is the Emperor's Sword!" Zhao Qing replied and looked directly at Shengyi with confident eyes. Even if she knew that Shengyi's cultivation was extremely high, she didn't care.

Shengyi couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words. He really couldn't believe that the emperor's sword would be born: "The emperor's sword was sealed after the birth in ancient times, and the luck that supported him was completely lost. How could it be so powerful?"

His words fell into Jinyang's ears and couldn't help but be surprised. The emperor's sword was actually supported by luck. Isn't it an artifact of Zhenyun?

"Haha!" Zhao Qing suddenly laughed and trembled, as if he had encountered something funny. After a breath, Zhao Qing was staring at Sheng Yi and shouted, "The emperor's sword is a weapon of the holy way. It really needs the support of luck. Can't I gather luck!"

This word fell into everyone's ears like thunder, gathering luck! How can such a huge project be completed by one person? I'm afraid that no one present can complete any of it.

"Gathering luck?" Shengyi smiled and didn't say anything. Looking at the sword spirit in the sky, the wind and clouds were not suppressed by it, and there was gold between heaven and earth.

"Sure enough, it's you! The so-called emperor!" The barbarians opened their mouth and stared at Zhao Qing. They couldn't wait to kill her on the spot and splashed blood five steps.

"What if it's me! The State of Zhao was created by me!" Zhao Qingli looked at the barbarians in the air as if he were looking at the dead. The sect monks who pushed away were shocked and whispered to each other. They didn't expect that the founder of the state of Zhao, whose reputation was so young and his cultivation was not high, but his combat strength was unmatched!

"Zhao Qing, even if you kill me, I want you to feel bad!" Jinyang, who slowly took up the air, held the moment of the underworld, and the sharp blade pointed directly at Zhao Qing and shouted loudly. Even if he died, he would bite off a piece of Zhao Qing's flesh and blood. The vast emperor's sword light made him breathless, and his tight body only killed Zhao Qing.

"Holy world!" The golden sword light rolled down to Jinyang, and there was only a duel between the two people between heaven and earth.

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