Thunderbolt of the End of the World

The first moves meet, and the evil power and Daoyuan are evenly divided.

Yan Wang's eyes became cold, and the repaired "Jiuhai Quanfeng" started to use, with awe-inspiring evil spirits, tainted with killing intent on the sword.

"The Demon Slash of Yan!"

The sleeves are raised, the murderous intention is swaying, the king of hell is cold and sharp, the sword is ruthless, and the cold sword qi shoots out one after another, directly hitting the key point of Chongyu's purpose.

"Destiny Divine Profound!"

Chong Yuzhi, the traitor of the first generation, stepped on the lost track, avoided its edge, transformed into an illusion, stepped into the air, and between the movement of his hands, Dao Yuan condensed into a ball of light, pouring down.

"Yao Dao, before the King of Hell, how can you be presumptuous!"

The King of Hell swung his sword in a series of blows, smashing the Dao Yuan who was flying in, his eyes were even more ruthless, his demonic energy scattered in all directions, and he was oppressive.

"Here heresy, vainly respecting the Buddha, and causing harm to the common people, today's decree of honoring the jade will do the way for heaven!"

"Those who slander Buddha, you are courting death!"

But seeing the Yama King Chong Yuzhi fight in an instant, the evil blade is ruthless, the jade order is immortal, dozens of tricks have passed in a blink of an eye, the Yama King's foundation has not yet recovered, and he can't take the Chong Yuzhi for a while, and the fight is indistinguishable!

Sensing that his opponent was not an easy match, Chongyuzhi became even more sullen in his eyes. He worked hard to obtain the position of the Lord of Wanzhen, and wanted to honor the three religions with Taoism. Now is the time to establish his prestige, but he does not want to be linked to a "nobody". Played so hard.

And King Yama is also depressed. Before being killed by Lin Feng, the primordial beast was tantamount to cutting off his arm, and his strength was greatly reduced. If not, how could a Chongyuzhi be his opponent, and he would have been chopped into scum. !

the other side.

With the beacon fires in the sky, the war songs are endless, and the battle of the underground gate has evolved into a bloody slaughter.

Life and death, fighting in a flash, swords and swords, no one knows who will die in the next moment.

Ghost Fang Chi Ming's fighting spirit is high, holding "Ghost Chi Blood Slash" and striding forward.

"Kill it~"

Several Confucian sect warriors flew to kill, holding swords and hitting Gui Fang Chiming.

"Out of control."

The contemptuous eyes, as if there was no threat in front of him, crossed his body, crossed his eyes, the sword light flashed, and the Confucianist exploded and died in an instant, leaving only the blood floating in the pestle, adding ghosts to the yellow spring.

Originally, Guifang Chiming's strength was weaker than that of the King of Hell, but because of the damage he suffered in the battle of the demon city, he is now three points better than the King of Hell, showing his domineering aura!

"Gui Fang Chi Xue Slash" refers to Ying Wuqian, and Gui Fang Chi Ming proudly said: "The hero is king, the era is perishing, your strength is not enough!"

"Which is strong or weak, you will know after a test." Ying Wuqian knew that the person in front of him was a strong enemy, and "Yu Li Yunqian" got started, and Confucian Yuan urged him urgently.

"Hahahaha... let's fight then!"

The battle, the bloody elegiac, the slaughter in the sky, can't shake the stern eyes of the king, hold the long sword high, step on the Zhenyue, and strike the sky with one blow.

"Red Heart Circle!"

Ghost Fang Chi Ming's first 953 hits, taking his life resolutely.

"Clouds and dust fall to the moon!"

The swords clashed, the sword energy was blazing and domineering, and the profound energy in the sword suddenly broke the heavens and the earth, causing thousands of layers of sand waves to cover the sky.

Gui Fang Chiming suddenly changed his stubbornness, and sang in a sharp voice: "Yah, sing three times—"

Feihong's figure, a strange figure that blends femininity and masculinity, messed up the order of the sky in the dust.

"This is... not good!"

Ying Wuqian only felt an inexplicable suction around him, his body floated, and his gravity suddenly lost.

Before he could make a move, he fixed his eyes again, and his heart was attacked by his bare palms, and his mouth was sprayed with vermilion.

The same disadvantage is also staged in another battle situation.

With the big picture in mind, Lord Di Buddha made a series of strong moves, and King Ju seemed to be fighting and holding back. He would not let Lord Di Buddha cross the thunder pool.

On the side, Xian Wang Yuangong turned around, and "Dust Mo Shen Duo" reappeared in the world. The evil spirit, the surrounding toxins scattered, and constantly invaded the human veins of the three religions.

"Green head dish, take a break, let the three legs be with you for a while."

With a high drink, set foot in, but Chen Si, Hao Zu, misty moon, dance feet, He Bai Ding and three people chanted poetry.

"Walking through thousands of waters and thousands of mountains, rocks splashing and waves blocking, wind rolling leaves entangled; sweeping but fanciful dust, wandering the road, nowhere to be contaminated."

"Thousands of reflections on the river, the waning moon is divided, the sleeves turn and the light and shadow are heavy; with the waves, the night is full of madness, and the sword leads the sky to the peaks."

"Bai Ding steps on the thousand peaks, wandering in the Zen sky, Daohai stands on the ground, and the cranes are in the sky.".

Chapter [-] Three-legged Heaven

The underground door is in a storm, and the three religions are in war.

King Xian was kind-hearted and didn't want to commit more murders. He didn't use his ultimate move when he used "Dust Mo Shen Duo", but only focused on being trapped.

"Walking through thousands of waters and thousands of mountains, rocks splashing and waves blocking, wind rolling leaves entangled; sweeping but fanciful dust, wandering the road, nowhere to be contaminated."

"Thousands of reflections on the river, the waning moon is divided, the sleeves turn and the light and shadow are heavy; with the waves, the night is full of madness, and the sword leads the sky to the peaks."

"Bai Ding steps on Qianfeng, wandering in the Zen sky, Daohai stands on his feet, and cranes are in the sky."

The three poems sounded at the same time, and then the turbid air gathered in the sky, and the anger turned to their feet. With the power of Jiuxiao and the power of falling ten thousand, they broke the clouds and pierced the sky, smashed the wind and eliminated the thunder, and stepped on the king Xian Mengran!