The purple-robed immortal stepped on the fairy magical weapon, dodged to avoid it, and broke out from the strangulation. The magical weapons in his hands gathered together again and headed towards Huangtian.
Kill the talisman cultivator first. If his lips are dead and his teeth are cold, then the music cultivator will have no way to survive!
But Huang Tian and Song Yinchen seemed to have seen through his thoughts, their bodies changed, and they concentrated their killing moves.
Thousands of years ago, they were also the best among the seven sects. The young people were so energetic that they could break through the heavenly gate!
Now, a thousand years have passed, and the peak of divine transformation is only one step away from the threshold.
So what about the immortals in the sky? This time, what they have to do is fight to the death!
Today, the immortal must die!
At the Eastern position, Zhang Jianting and Sang Ming also fought against the Linshi Qinxian for hundreds of rounds.
Thunder and fire intertwined in the sky, the two men were covered in blood, but their eyes were full of pleasure.
Zhang Jianting broke through to the realm of gods yesterday. Although he is young, he has many tricks to save his life and his understanding is ridiculously high. Over the years, he has always made money first and has never really fought for anything. But this guy He went all out for once, but he never expected that it would be a life-and-death battle for Cangwu Fourteen Continents.
Once upon a time, Zhang Jianting felt that there was someone tall holding up the sky in Cangwu Realm.
The sky of Kunwu Sword Sect is falling, and Master and Uncle are holding it up. Even worse, there are Lin Qinghan, who is born with sword bones, and Lu Changsheng, who is ordered by the sect master. This major world event has nothing to do with him. He only cares about cultivating it. His word is good.
But who knew, suddenly, he would be fighting for the human race.
However, this battle is fun!
As Zhang Jianting flipped his wrist, Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder came to the world and all converged on the long sword.
The young man struck out with a dark blue fairy cannon, his sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes were full of lust.
"The sword clears the eight extremes, and the thunder dies!"
Regardless of the Sword Immortal and the Qin Immortal, they will all fall into his hands today!
Sang Ming caught a glimpse of Zhang Jianting's movements and immediately laughed out loud.
"You are worthy of being the disciple of old man Yu Ming. If you can kill an immortal today, I will definitely become a life-and-death friend with you!"
The moment he finished speaking, the fire spirit energy around him surged out, gathering into a fire dragon and sweeping towards the immortal not far away.
Thunder light and fire spirit intertwined, and the two sword energies swept away in perfect coordination.
Hearing what Sang Ming said, Zhang Jianting got excited and immediately looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Okay, when this battle is over, the junior will definitely pay eight respects to the senior. Please don't dislike it!"
A battle of life and death can be regarded as a life-or-death friendship.
Naturally, Sang Ming would not dislike it. He raised his hand and swooped forward, slashed out a sword energy, and laughed wildly.
"That `s a deal!"
Zhang Jianting also let out a long laugh, "Okay, it's time for eight worships. When the time comes, Sang Luo will have to call him uncle!"
Thinking of this scene, Zhang Jianting felt that his men were more energetic. He immediately summoned the sky thunder and headed towards the piano fairy again.
What kind of stuff are you playing? It’s awful, not as good as the little songs his little junior sister hums when she’s not having trouble!
Qin Xian was forced to retreat again and again by Zhang Jianting and Sang Ming. The murderous intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger. He did not expect that this sin slave from the lower realm could grow to such an extent.
The moment the strings fluctuated, the spiritual energy in the air began to distort, and even the space began to shrink, intending to trap Zhang Jianting and Sang Ming to death.
Zhang Jianting narrowed his eyes slightly and swept the long sword in his hand, blood was squeezed out from the pores. He suddenly raised the sword and cut the palm of his hand. His eyes were filled with fighting intent, and he let out a roar in his throat.
"Use my blood as a sacrifice to destroy the army!"
Second update~
