unscrupulous angel

"Xiao Fei, what are you waiting for? Let's do it!" Long Xiaotian said with a chuckle.

The God of Light and the God of Darkness don't want to make matters worse, but he just wants to help them make things bigger!

"Hey, the copycat killed people!" The rogue dragon screamed, and rushed forward with his sword in his hand.

Long Xiaotian ignored him, this dead dragon was nicknamed Xiaoqiang, but he died so easily.

Taking a deep breath, Long Xiaotian suddenly accelerated and rushed out.

Not far away, more than 30 prefectural-level practitioners are fighting in a scuffle.

These more than 30 prefectural-level cultivators are basically people from the Temple of Light and the Temple of Darkness.

Whether it was Most, the God of Light, or Bacchus, the God of Darkness, they were both Long Xiaotian's enemies.

Long Xiaotian was never polite to his enemies!

Rushing in front of more than 30 earth-level cultivators, Long Xiaotian snorted coldly, swung the fiery red long sword in his hand, and made a series of sounds of piercing through the air.

Jian Wuhen!

Dozens of invisible sword qi pierced the sky and attacked the more than 30 cultivators with earth-level strength.

Practitioners with prefecture-level strength have not reflected it at all.

With Long Xiaotian's strength at the late stage of the seventh level of Zhentian Jue, how can they dodge the attack he unleashes?

The screams rang out one after another.

All cultivators who were hit by Jian Wuhen were either missing arms or broken legs.

What's more unlucky, he was directly cut in half by the invisible sword energy!

Blood sprayed out and fell from the sky, like a rain of blood.

A cruel smile appeared on Long Xiaotian's face. At this moment, it was as if he had transformed into a messenger from hell!

Swinging the long sword in his hand again, Long Xiaotian used Jian Meteor.

The fiery red sword energy shot towards the dozen or so practitioners who were lucky enough to survive at a speed comparable to that of a meteor.

A more miserable scream sounded again.

More than 30 cultivators with prefecture-level strength were killed by Long Xiaotiantong in less than half a minute!

However, the murderous aura on Long Xiaotian's body was even heavier at this time.

Ever since he came to the Holy Realm, he has been forbearing, and now it seems that he is about to explode completely.

"Die, die, die, let me die!" Long Xiaotian looked up to the sky and screamed, raising the fiery red long sword high in his hand, and then slashed it down with the momentum of the sword piercing the sky!