Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Sure enough, the Sacred Bear King's double hammers could not completely stop Zhang Zhengxuan's sword, but they were almost cut into the void.

This made the Holy Bear King surprised and angry. He turned the sledgehammer to kill Zhang Zhengxuan frantically, but he was suppressed one after another and gradually fell into the limelight.

After the time for a cup of tea, Monster King's body is full of wounds torn by the sword intent, blood dripping.

The defeat is only a matter of time.

"Hehe, Monster King, don’t hold on anymore. Give up, or you will lose your life and it’s not worth it."

High in the sky, Zhang Zhengxuan is holding a fairy sword with a sword behind him Thousands of sword shadows surround the illusory shadow of the will of the immortal, just like the ancient Sword Immortal King-like.

"My holy bear clan, never admit defeat!"

How proud the holy bear Monster King is, he immediately urged all the Bloodline Strength in his body and killed it again.

"hmph!"

Zhang Zhengxuan shook his head. Originally, he wanted to use this move when there was a confrontation with Li Futu or even Jimo Demon King, but Now, he had to use it.

"Xuantian is authentic, awe-inspiring."

"A thousand swords volley in the sky, return to the sky!"

"Dead!"

Accompanied by Zhang Zhengxuan's anger, with the sword in his hand as the center, thousands of sword shadows, gathered on the sword body, filled with boundless righteousness, blessed and cut down with this a sword light.

The sword glow surpasses a thousand feet, making Heaven and Earth change in color.

Zhanfan, Buddha, and Return to Heaven are the three Sword Art handed down from the ancient times of the Xuantian authentic sect, with infinite mystery and extremely strong formidable power.

Under one sword, the Holy Bear Monster King was directly swallowed.

After the sword qi swept across the battlefield and the dust fell, Martial Artists of the various ethnic groups discovered that the Holy Bear Monster King had fallen from the sky.

Two of his arms were cut off by sword light. Although he was not dead, his cultivation base was also cut off. If he wants to return to Peak Realm, I am afraid that there is no hope.

Monster Race, unexpectedly lost in this battle!

And Zhang Zhengxuan also brought the first victory to Human Race!

It took a long while, until the Holy Bear Monster King fell on the ground, in the Human Race, there was a wave of cheers.

The seventh game, Human Race, finally won.

Starting from the talented Yin Rourou, Human Race has already started. Although Yin Rourou was defeated, she still lifted the breath of Human Race.

"hehe, the fleshy body of the holy bear clan, also only this!"

Zhang Zhengxuan also sword enters sheathe, and sneered.

"Human Race, you really act recklessly!"

The Horned Beetle King didn't even look at the Holy Bear Monster King, staring at Zhang Zhengxuan.

next moment, he flew out directly, floating in the center of the battlefield.

"Today, I will smash you into pieces!"

The Horned Beetle King was furious.

This time, as the leader of Monster Race, he descended into the abyss. Naturally, it was impossible to insult the dignity of Monster Race.

But now, in the battle of the three races, his Monster Race is faintly becoming the weakest existence, how can he bear it! ?

Can't wait for the final battle, now, he must take action!

"hehe, one horn, your opponent is me, let me meet you!?"

However, Li Futu came out and said with a smile on his shoulders.

"Brother, you go down to adjust your breath."

"en." Zhang Zhengxuan nodded, just before the battle, he used the Sword Art of Return to Heaven, which was indeed very expensive.

"Brother Li, it's better than this battle, let me come!"

However, at this time, Na Jun Bufan suddenly stood up.

"You!? Hehe, can you do it!? This Monster King of the Yan-Swallowing Tiger clan has the only origin."

The retired Zhang Zhengxuan was snered.

Now, he no longer puts this Jun Bufan in his eyes.

He has trained himself to Heavenly Sword. He already has the capital and fought against Senior Brother Li Futu. The position of the third child of Wei belongs to him.

Jun Bufan ignored Zhang Zhengxuan's sneer, his eyes only looked towards Li Futu.

He naturally has his own abacus. In this battle, he faces a single player. With all his strength, he may not be invincible. Then, Li Futu will inevitably fight Jimo.

Jimo is the most terrifying of these people, when the time comes, both sides suffer, is the best.

Li Futu frowned. It doesn't matter who he fights.

It's just that I'm getting more and more bored of Jun Bufan's arbitrary commanding actions.

As soon as I wanted to respond, Jimo's laughter suddenly sounded.

"Hey, you guys don't give in. Ten rounds of challenge, I can't wait, let's come together!"

The voice fell, then Jimo Demon King appeared on the battlefield The most central.

Behind him, followed the skinny Demon King.

"My patience is really exhausted by you!"

"In this way, we two Demon Kings, against you all person!"

"Whether it's Monster King or Human Race Immortal King, whoever of you wants to come, let's do it together!"

"I am immortal and muddy, take it all!"

"How !?"

Jimo sneered, and his voice rolled like thunder, resounding in the abyss of no return.

Not only that, at this moment, the demonic energy in Jimo's body gradually diffused, and the terrifying coercion even made the single Horned Monster King and Li Futu's faces gradually change!

There is a feeling that I can't breathe.

This Jimo is so arrogant that he wants to challenge the powerhouse of all ethnic groups! ?

"hmph, Senior Brother, since this Jimo Demon King is so arrogant, then we will complete him. Let’s go together and we won’t believe it. You can’t kill him!"

Zhang Zhengxuan put a bottle Swallow the medicine pill, and then fly back again.

And Jun Bufan also winked at the heavy building dísciple behind him, and the four Heaven's Chosen also stepped forward.

Single Horned Monster King eyes shrank, waving his big hand, behind him, there are also two Monster Kings with top Immortal King battle strength flying up.

Many powerhouses tacitly surrounded Jimo and Hunya. Obviously, they wanted to join forces.

Although Monster Race is very strong on Human Race, they all know that the real threat is not the opponent, but the dark Demon Race.

If this Jimo is killed, the points here are all theirs. Human Race and Monster Race, when the time comes in the first battle, it’s okay.

"Hehe, good, you are really obedient!"

"Come on, any means, although show it, let me see, what kind of confidence do you have? Come here without returning to the abyss!"

Jimo sneered again and again, but his voice suddenly became sharp. There were huge black magic wings behind him, suddenly blooming, the demonic energy rolled and went away.

Not only that, all powerhouses suddenly discovered that the surrounding sky was completely dimmed, as if this area of ​​thousands of miles had become the realm of Jimo!

The gestures, even the movement of breath, have become more sluggish than before.

"This, is it possible that it is a Demon Domain that can only be used by the Dark Demon Race Demon Venerable!?"

In this dim sky, all powerhouses are all discolored .

Even Li Futu and Horned Beetle are so cold and gloomy as water!

Who would have imagined that this Jimo could perform half of the divine ability similar to Demon Domain!

And this kind of divine ability can only be used by Demon Venerable of Demon Race, and Demon Venerable, equivalent to Human Race.

How can this be the enemy?

And at this time, far above the mountain wall, don't let the Ling Tian shrouded in the Demon Domain, but with a sneer, slowly shook his head.

"It's just imitating the domain with Formation...It's still weak!"