Zheng!

The moment Zhou Jian came to draw the sword, Qingmiao Sword Immortal suddenly drew his sword.

Two consecutive sword sounds almost took away the color of the entire battlefield. Everyone subconsciously held their breath and opened their eyes wide, leaving only two swords in their sight.

One is mysterious and the other is snow-white.

A heavy sword has no edge, its momentum is heavy, and its power is heavy, and the other is as misty as smoke, with no trace to be found.

when!

The giant sword of Youxuan fell heavily, and caught the snow-white sword in the ethereal and slashed it hard.

It was like a burly and rough man, raising his calloused palm-shaped hand and slapped hard on the delicate face of a young lady whose skin was white and red, and she would drip out water with a slight pinch.

All the cultivators were filled with thoughts.

But the burly man didn't know how to pity the flowers and jade.

The snow-white sword could not bear the power of the Youxuan heavy sword and suddenly fell. The Youxuan heavy sword was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, pressing step by step, pressing the snow-white sword and slashing on the right shoulder of the Qingmiao Sword Immortal with a thud.

Zhou Jianlai grabbed the hilt with his left hand and slashed diagonally downward.

Thorn!

Wufeng Heavy Sword slashed diagonally from Qingmiao Sword Immortal's right shoulder with Zhou Jianlai's swing, tearing open her body protection defense and clothes, leaving a bloody scar on her snow-white chest.

"puff!"

Qingmiao Sword Immortal sprayed blood on his mouth and flew backwards.

Her face was not a painful expression of injury, but was filled with dullness and confusion, and she could not accept her defeat for a moment.

"Fairy!"

Qing Fengnian exclaimed and flew to pick up Qingmiao Sword Immortal.

Suddenly, a three-pointed two-edged spear appeared above his head, carrying Yang Jian's strongest power.

"court death!"

Qing Fengnian shouted loudly, closed the folding fan in his hand suddenly, and stabbed upwards towards the spear.

call out!

Another golden dragon spear stabbed from behind Qingfeng Nian.

Houyi's beard and hair were all open, and he activated the force around his body to stab him.

"roll!"

Qing Fengnian suddenly turned sideways and punched Houyi with his left hand.

"roar!"

The black nine-tailed demon fox emerged from the void, opened his bloody mouth, and spit out a bead swirling with purple air from the depths of his throat, shooting towards the harvest year.

Qing Fengnian glared at her eyes, and a flying sword shot out from her eyebrows, stabbing at the purple beads that were shooting.

"Punish!"

Nezha appeared behind Qing Fengnian, and did not use his three heads and eight arms, but held the Mingyue Knife with both hands and gathered the strength of his body to slash out.

clang!

The demon sword was unsheathed, and Yuan Taiping shouted: "I am an ugly monster, no one will love you!"

Every word is like the thunder of the cold winter, and it explodes in my heart for the good harvest.

I saw that the momentum of celebrating the good harvest suddenly weakened, and I wailed sadly: "I am ugly - ugly - your uncle!"

He instantly broke Yuan Taiping's heart-killing sword, but his fighting will suddenly dissipate.

The strength is weak, and the protection and defense are unstable in an instant.

"Your uncle!"

"puff!"

Yuan Taiping was backfired, his mouth was bleeding, and his eyes were covered in black.

He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, forcibly kept his consciousness awake, and then returned the knife to the sheath, making the action of drawing the knife again.

Boom boom boom boom!

The attacks of Yang Jian and the other four fell at the same time, colliding with the power of celebrating the prosperity of the years.

"ah!"

At the center of the collision, there was a scream of fear in the harvest year, and blood splattered out.

Houyi's Panlong Golden Spear pierced the left fist of Qingfeng Nian, Nezha's bright moon knife slashed into Qingfeng Nian's shoulder blades, Niu Dawa's purple beads and Qingfeng Nian's flying sword were stalemate together.

Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged spear had pressed against Qingfengnian's folding fan and fell down above his head for an inch. One blade of the three-pointed two-edged spear was about to scrape his head.

However, Yang Jian and the other two were unable to advance their weapons, and they were about to be shaken away by the power of Qingfeng Nian, because he had regained his fighting will and his power was rushing.

clang!

In the distance, the demon sword was unsheathed again.

Yuan Tae-ping shouted: "Help help!"

The sword energy flashed and the next moment, they appeared in Niu Dawa's purple bead, Houyi's Panlong Golden Spear and Nezha's bright moon knife respectively.

I saw a bead, a gun, and a knife suddenly shone brightly, bursting out a devastating force, and a terrifying divine power that was high above, making Qing Fengnian's soul unable to control the trembling terrifying power.

These three weapons are all from the true god of Hongye. Yuan Taiping's sword awakened the remaining power of Hongye on them. Although there were not many, it was enough to kill Qingfeng.

"ah--"

The fear of celebrating the prosperous years was screaming, but the voice came to an abrupt end as soon as it was released. His body and soul turned into powder under the attack of three divine weapons.

"Old ancestor!"

The cultivators of the Qingyun Empire flew out of the sky and were heartbroken.

Everything happened between the flint and lightning. They didn't react at all and helped Qingfeng Nian, mainly because they didn't expect Qingfeng Nian to be killed.

"Kill them to avenge the ancestor!"

"Avenge your ancestor!"

Qing Changqing, who was furious, led the cultivators of the Qingyun Empire to kill Yang Jian and others.

Yang Jian and the others looked ugly.

Although the battle between the two of them celebrated their prosperity was short, they almost exhausted their strength, especially Niu Dawa, Houyi and Nezha, who had done their best to urge Hongye's magic weapon to exert their maximum power.

Bang!

An iron whip fell in the air, blocking the cultivators of the Qingyun Empire.

"Galaxy Lord, what do you mean?"

Qing Changqing stared at the Galaxy Lord with red eyes.

"That's what you see, I'll protect these friends."

The Lord of the Galaxy said bluntly.

"You - do you want to go to war with me, Qingyun Empire?"

Qing Changqing roared angrily.

"Um"

The Galaxy Lord nodded, not threatened by Qing Changqing at all.

"you--"

Qing Changqing was furious and suddenly looked at the people from the other four forces and shouted: "Come and kill them quickly. It will disrupt Zhang Xiaozhu's mood, otherwise the ancestors of your families will be in danger!"

"That's right!"

"Kill them and disrupt Zhang Xiaozhu's mood!"

"Master of Galaxy, if you don't want to die, get out of here. You can't interfere!"

The four forces immediately rushed over to surround Yang Jian and others.

"Dailong, why not get on!"

The girl in the red dress patted the golden dragon's head.

The golden dragon was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he nodded and said, "I understand!"

"roar!"

He swung his body and flew to the sky, then swooped down suddenly, opening his bloody mouth to swallow Yang Jian.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

The girl in the red dress suddenly pulled the reins.
To be continued...