"How could this happen..." Long Taotao widened his eyes and subconsciously clenched his hands.

In the whisk cage, an arm of the early low-star martial god died at the hands of the eight-star martial god. It was not a strange thing to put it in the ancient world.

实在是,再正常不过了.

only......

After seeing all kinds of strange twists, they subconsciously hope that there will be a turning point, but they have to admit the reality of the gap in martial arts.

Because there is a cage derived from the original energy in the whisk, even if they are super powerful people from the upper realm, it is difficult for them to detect the situation in the space in the cage.

"I thought there would be a miracle." Chu Nanyin said lightly: "But I forgot that she had just broken through the martial god and fought with the eight-star martial god for so long, which was unexpectedly strong."

Unfortunately, I still want to wait for years to see this powerful figure in the upper world of the prehistoric world, but what I see now is the cruelty of reality.

“兄长,回吧.”

能在生辰的这日前后,看到一场精彩辈出的战争,也算是不负此行.

能与九万年前扛下她突破残留的“天劫”之人,再次在机缘造化中以微妙的方式相见,也让她的悟道心境,有了更上一层楼的变化.

"good."

Chu Shijue nodded.

He frowned with his sharp sword eyebrows and looked at the whisk space frequently.

Returning to the silent whisk space declares the end of the battle.

Only the winner can walk out of the smoke of the battlefield.

Those who fail will always sleep on the eve of dawn.

"Brother, I want her to win?" Chu Nanyin asked.

"To be honest, it's a bit, probably Nan Yin is too." Chu Shijue answered honestly.

Chu Nanyin smiled slightly, "It is indeed a pity that a person who can withstand the heavenly tribulation of the upper realm, a woman who can make women fall in love with until death, and a god demon in the battlefield in the lower realm, fell in such a sloppy ending."

Both brother and sister were in the same mood.

Immediately, ready to leave.

"Taotao, leave." Chu Shijue comforted: "She should be like this, and it is not something you and I can stop it. A person's fate has long been destined by God."

"Is it true that I am destined to die?" Long Taotao opened his eyes wide, feeling uncomfortable and unable to breathe.

Chu Shijue patted Long Taotao on the shoulder, and without saying much, he was about to set off to return to the upper realm.

......

On the earth.

The large-scale battle stopped.

The shouts of killing seemed to have come to an abrupt end.

The soldiers and disciples of the Blood River Ruins and the sects were all the same as those of the upper realm people in Yuehua Palace, and their focus was on the battle situation in the whisk space.

“刺啦,刺啦.”

The sound of cracks spreading appeared in everyone's ears like sharpening a knife.

The disciples of Kaitian Sect looked ecstatic and were waiting for the glorious moments of the elders in the sect so that these imperial warriors who had never seen the world would open their eyes.

何为屠虐!

What is instant killing!

And this is the price of offending Kaitian Sect, and it is the so-called fate of Emperor Chu.

"A mere female rogue dares to proclaim himself Emperor Chu, but it is just to bring about his own destruction and make jokes from future generations."

On the quite calm battlefield, a female disciple wearing Kaitian Sect's costume was covered in blood with white robe and raised her eyebrows. She spoke with a bright and radiant look.

"You are not a woman, are you a male?" Jiuyou Guardian Long Thirteen asked indignantly.

This stopped the female disciple from asking about it and she was speechless on the spot.

yes!

She is also a woman!

She was careful and cautious every step in Kaitian Sect, and she was not as good as those men.

He actually has the same performance as the world calls Emperor Chu?

It must be because of the backward martial arts civilization of this lower continent and the lack of thoughts of martial artists, that a female person can do so well.

"You're wrong."

The female disciple of the white robe said, "I am a woman, and she is a dead person."

She smiled.

Such an ending will make people feel happy.

She looked at the whisk space with anticipation.

"Spike, spike, spike." When there were enough cracks, the space woven by silver threads completely collapsed and shattered in a bang.

The broken silver threads that exploded were like a vast snowfall, and they were coming for no reason in the world filled with aurora.

Countless people looked at it.

只见“白雪”散去.

What appeared in front of everyone was not the eight-star old martial god Hong Changyu, but the woman with two-color wings on her back.

Half of the blood was about to solidify.

She was floating in the air, holding Hong Changju who had lost his arms in her hand.

"Kaitian Sect, no, there is no one who can fight."

Chu Yue curled her lips and smiled jokingly, "This eight-star martial god is a breakthrough through the back door, which really disappoints me..."

Her eyebrows and eyes were faintly stained with an evil aura, especially her pair of strange pupils and two-color wings on her back, which rendered the dim sky.

Countless pairs of eyes widened to the point of being round, all filled with incredible shock.

Especially the disciples of Kaitian Sect.

The smiles on some disciples' faces had not yet faded.

"Pu"

Hong's regular arms fell from a high place.

What a coincidence.

The bloody old arm just fell on the forehead of the female disciple in white robe.

The bright red blood flowed down the female disciple's forehead, forking like a branch.

She subconsciously raised her hand to get the things on her head, looked down and saw that it was the elder's arm. She screamed in fear and threw it out.

Yuehua Palace.

Chu Shijue, who was about to leave, heard Chu Yue's voice and looked at each other, and saw a strong look of surprise in each other's eyes.

Then he quickly looked into the sky below and saw the unruly figure. Chu Nanyin and Chu Shijue's hearts were trembling and their blood was boiling slightly.

"How did she do it?" Chu Shijue was surprised.

No one knows what happened in the whisk space.

I only know that before Emperor Chu died, Kaitian Sect lost a veteran eight-star martial god general!

Long Taotao was overjoyed and grabbed Chu Shijue's sleeve and shook it a lot in an instant, "Cousin Shijue, look, she won, she really won."

Long Taotao was so excited that his vocabulary was still lacking. Somehow, his eyes were a little red. Perhaps it was because she created an incalculable miracle again.

Chu Shijue also smiled, looked at Long Taotao with his eyes as his cousin, and then looked at Chu Yue with the same eyes, muttering to himself: "Yes,

She won, she won beautifully.”

Chu Nanyin's indifferent expression showed a faint smile, "It seems that within a hundred years, there will be an additional talented man named Ye Chuyue in the upper world."

The light golden eyes were dyed with innate coldness, and they were deeply watching the figure floating in the air.

——Ye Chuyue.

——I am looking forward to meeting you in the upper realm.


Chapter completed!