Angry words.

Thunder Sword.

The God-Emperor was angry and couldn't cover it with his long sword. He carried the furious sword power and slashed at Ling Tian in front of him. With such domineering pressure, although Ling Tian appreciated it, his obsession deepened: "We have different positions."

"Hard to explain."

"Since complaining has no results, the only option is to give it a try."

Hummed softly.

Green and prosperous.

As soon as the Qingxuan sword moved, the divine thunder of the Qing Dynasty, the power of domineering thunder, carried the power of heaven, and fell crazily in a life-threatening manner.

Great power.

Zixiao fell down, and as soon as he fell into the battle circle, he was divided into two strong ones.

Pfft.

Qiu Mengchen never thought that Ling Tian still had such great power. That majestic power, carrying the air of death, swept through the muscles and veins of his body. Li Qiuping kept staring at the battle circle in front of him.

Seeing Qiu Mengchen retreat in shock, Li Qiuping rushed out without any hesitation and came to Qiu Mengchen's side: "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Qiu Mengchen waved his hand without saying anything. He could only strike the ground with his long sword, and a pair of crazy air waves gathered in front of him. When the domineering air waves were resisted, the entire scene was once again covered by supreme power.

Li Qiuping subconsciously squinted his eyes, and as far as he could see, Ling Tian climbed onto the body of the Beast King again. The terrifying air wave was like a wave sweeping over him, the sword shook slightly, and the Beast King screamed.

Ling Tian shouted coldly: "Kill!"

Lightly vomit to kill.

Blood shines.

The Beast King rushed away, his green hanging sword glowing as powerful as Cui's limit, threatening to kill him.

in this way!

It was even more frightening. Qiu Mengchen held his sword and was about to charge forward, but saw Li Qiuping forcefully blocking him. Qiu Mengchen angrily shouted: "Qiu Ping..."

"Master!"

The aura on Li Qiuping's body suddenly turned cold, like a poisonous snake in the dark night: "Let the disciple come."

Speak softly.

With only the will to fight decisively, Qiu Mengchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled heartily: "Okay."

Good words fall.

The figure emerges.

Li Qiuping didn't hesitate at all, and he didn't hold anything back. The heavy sword was like Mount Tai, heading towards the sky in front of him. The heavy sword swept across, and the only thing left was the bright sword light, which seemed to be able to split the heaven and the earth.

The giant sword rises.

The cold light rises.

This is Li Qiuping's determination and his choice. Although he has a close friendship with Ling Tian and admires Ling Tian as a person, strictly speaking, in Li Qiuping's heart, Qiu Mengchen's kindness to him remains.

Comparable to biological father!

There is no way to repay the heavy kindness. At this moment, the only choice is to sacrifice Ling Tian. When their eyes met, Li Qiuping felt helpless in his heart: "Ling Tian, ​​I'm sorry!"

An apology.

The sword light became more powerful, as if conveying determination. Ling Tian squinted his eyes, and could clearly feel the helplessness in Li Qiuping's heart, and softly praised: "This is the Li Qiuping I know!"

"Let go of everything!"

"Just for the strongest blow."

Random talk.

Xuan Guang rises.

At this time, Ling Tian actually gathered the power of Fuxi Baojian and concentrated it on Qingxuan. The two powerful powers collided for a moment, and then he heard a burst of powerful power and smashed it down with a domineering attitude.

The two swords glowed coldly.

The sky trembles in all directions.

But in the blink of an eye, two genius sword lights, with a life-threatening attitude, forcibly gathered together.

During a collision.

Coercive madness.

Boom!
Chapter completed!