Bai Gu, the lord of Baiyun City, faced the royal family Huang Xi, and the two ranked fourth and fifth respectively on the Huangtian List.

Xu Shang and Yan Wuji, the two of them faced each other with swords. They were the two strongest sword cultivators in Huangzhou, one of the sword of the god of killing and the other of the sword of Wuji. A storm of destruction blew around their bodies.

In addition to eating, the Nantian Palace Master Nantian Divine Spear was intercepted by Zen Master Qingdeng, and the Holy Fire Sect leader was intercepted by Chen Yuan, Mu Chuan and Long Ao.

Almost all those who came to watch the battle were directly involved in the storm, and the war broke out instantly.

Ye Futian was in the middle of the storm. He watched all this and didn't know what it felt.

Today, there are so many elders fighting for him. Although they did not directly collide with Zhisheng Cliff, this love is still enough to make him remember it.

Many people are just ordinary friends for him, and they only met several times, and there was no friendship. At most, their descendants met themselves and practiced in the Taoist palace. However, this alone is not enough to get these great figures into such a storm.

Liu Chan was still standing there, his eyes swept across the world, and the violent destruction air was raging between the world. The battle above the sky was the most intense and violent. It was the ultimate battle. It was the real peak decisive battle under the holy realm. Kong Yao controlled the divine elephant and released the rules of the divine elephant to the extreme. With the assistance of bronze holy artifacts, every attack seemed to crush the heaven and earth and suppress it at his feet.

The sword saint's sword light penetrated the heaven and earth. The endless airflow and regular power between the heaven and earth seemed to flow back into the body. Every time he swung the sword, it seemed to split the void. Liu Chan believed that even if he fought with one of them, he would be suppressed. He absolutely did not expect that the senior brother Ye Futian came from the Eastern Wilderness would have a magic sword, which would erupt with such a terrible power.

He also did not expect that many people who ranked high on the Huangtian List today, such as the royal family, Alchemy City, and Xu Shang, would actually take action and fight for Ye Futian.

Liu Chan actually understood this feeling a little bit, and he was not expecting any reward. In fact, the risk of participating in this battle is far greater than the reward. After all, Zhisheng Cliff is a real holy realm force, and their actions are more like the protection of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace against Bai Luli. These people were attracted by the desire to cherish talent and could not bear to have a talented person who died here, so they took action within their ability.

Liu Chan naturally appreciates this kind of demeanor, and he cannot blame those who take action. No one is wrong.

Maybe it’s the mistake that is because of fate.

Looking at Ye Futian, Liu Chan's eyes suddenly became extremely firm, with a sense of determination, as if he had made up his mind.

"Catch him."

A cold voice spit out from Liu Chan's mouth.

"Liu Chan.[Literature Museum     www.wxguan.info]" Dou Zhan Xianjun was still standing beside Ye Futian to protect him. He angrily shouted, his huge eyes filled with indifference.

Did Liu Chan actually order Ye Futian to be taken down?

Isn't this enough?

He has shown his evil-level talent and the talent of a saint. Many top figures in Huangzhou have also stood on Ye Futian's side, willing to fight for Ye Futian.

"Fighting." Liu Chan also scolded: "I understand you, but I do this for the Taoist Palace and for the deserted state. Things have come to this point, and there is no other choice. Only by taking him down can everything be calmed down. If you still remember your identity, then move away."

Because Ye Futian alone triggered the battle between many powerful people on the Wilderness List in Huangzhou, almost all of the top ten people were involved in this battle. In addition, Zhisheng Cliff is bound to win. If it continues, Huangzhou will not be able to become what it will be, and how many forces will be robbed.

This will be a disaster in the deserted state.

Since the ending is already destined, then he will end it.

"For the Dao Palace, for the Desolate State." Dou Zhan Xianjun looked up at the Supreme Saint Dao Palace: "Last time I said that since the Dao Palace is corrupt, it should be reshaped. It will not be destroyed or established. Liu Chan, you are still obsessed with this, but you are delusional to make the Dao Palace revival and the Desolate State prosperous. In fact, it is just false. You don't have the courage to face it, but you are determined to create the saints. However, can you create those who can truly become legends?"

"Dou Zhan, this is the case in the deserted state. I don't want to see the Taoist Palace break, and I don't want to attack you." Liu Chan looked at Dou Zhan Xianjun.

"Then I will learn the strength of your generation of palace masters." The wise king of Dou Zhan stepped out, and his magic body stood majestic between heaven and earth, exuding endless majesty.

"Senior Brother." Vajra Xianjun felt in his heart when he saw this scene.

Liu Chan stared at Dou Zhan Xianjun with his eyes tightly. After a moment of silence, he said coldly: "Tianxing."

After he finished speaking, Tianxing Xianjun stepped out and a sword appeared in his hand. The sword was like a sword of punishment. A terrifying light of punishment appeared, and he sucked out the light of destruction.

When Dou Zhan Xianjun saw this scene, he showed a deep sense of disappointment: "Are the holy tools ready?"

"Dou Zhan, you know this sword. The sword of punishment left by the ancestors of saints. If you hold this sword, you can hold all the punishments of the Taoist Palace. Even if the palace master violates the will of the Taoist Palace, you can still advise him. Are you sure you will violate the will of the Taoist Palace?" Tianxing Xianjun stared at Dou Zhan Xianjun and said.

"Teacher, forget it." Ye Futian showed a strong sense of disappointment. He came today to fight with Bai Luli to prove that the Daogong was right or wrong. But just like the ending he had thought, the Daogong did not give him any chance. Even if he had blossomed his talent, Liu Chan was still obsessed with his will.

Now that the Tao Palace has decided to take him down, even if the senior brother participates, it is still not enough to change everything. As Liu Chan said, since the ending is destined, why bother making unnecessary sacrifices to implicate so many elders to fight for him?

He looked at Liu Chan with endless disappointment, disappointed with the place he had practiced.

"Fu Tian, ​​now this is not just your battle, but also my battle." Dou Zhan Xianjun said: "It is about the battle of faith. I always thought that my disaster would be the disaster when I attained the Holy Way, but I didn't expect it to be inside the Taoist Palace. It's really ironic."

After the words came, the King of Fighting Zhan stepped out directly, and a sense of boundless power burst out from him, and an extremely dazzling golden light penetrated his body.

"Fighting, you are really stubborn." Tian Xing Xianjun spoke coldly, and he walked out step by step. The terrifying rule power raged between heaven and earth. His palm gathered energy, and the Tian Xing sword assassinated forward. In an instant, the light of punishment turned into crosses, tic tones, crisscrossing, directly cutting the void.

"Bang." The King of Fighting Zhan stepped out, his body was like a sacred body, and his bronze skin burst out with a dazzling golden luster. When the attack came, he remained motionless and allowed the light of killing to split on his body. It only left traces, which could not break his body.

Fighting and fighting wise king is the first person in the wilderness to refine his body. He has reached his limit.

He raised his fist and Dou Zhan Xianjun rushed out with a punch. A huge and boundless golden arm appeared in the void. He swung his fist and smashed it at Tianxing Xianjun.

The Xianjun Tianxing looked extremely cold. This is the Palace Lord of the Zhansheng Palace, Fighting Xianjun, the seventh person on the Huangtian List, and his power is invincible.

His rule is power, the ultimate power that can shake everything.

The Tianxing Xianjun sword was cut out, and a huge golden net covering the sky and the sun appeared in front of him. The light of punishment arising from endless combinations of crosses covered the domineering fist that was bombarded and cut it directly past.

Endless light burst out, and the huge fist of power was torn apart, but there was still an extremely domineering fist intention piercing through the attack. Tianxing Xianjun slashed out his sword, and then blocked it, his body shook and retreated, with an extremely ugly expression.

After all, he was the Lord of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace, and he was defeated by holding the saint's magic weapon.

Tianxing Xianjun held the sword, and a more terrifying force burst out from him. His dazzling pupils looked into the void. Vertical lights appeared between the heaven and earth. Then countless lights of punishment appeared between heaven and earth, turning into words of punishment, flowing around Dou Zhan Xianjun's body, wrapping this world in it. Tianxing Xianjun stood in the middle, like the master of punishment.

"Fighting, stop. Under the sword of punishment, no matter how strong your body is, it will be useless." Tianxing Xianjun spoke coldly, and the sword energy flowed into the endless punishment light of the surrounding heaven and earth, and could produce terrifying killing moves at any time.

"Tianxing, you are in charge of the punishment of Taoist palace and have no faith in your own faith." Dou Zhan Xianjun said, and after his words fell, a stronger light penetrated his body, the Seven Star Acupoint opened, from the top of your head to your legs, and the dazzling light pierced through your body. At this moment, Dou Zhan Xianjun seemed to have transformed into a god of war.

He raised his arms, accompanied by a loud roar, and his fists broke through the air. In an instant, countless huge golden fists penetrated the heaven and earth, smashing into the void.

"Kill." Tian Xing Xianjun shouted coldly, and the endless word "Xing" bloomed with the light of killing, colliding with the golden fist that penetrated the void, bursting wildly and ruining.

The body of Tianxing Xianjun turned into a lightning bolt and broke out into the air. The sword came out, and the light of punishment wanted to penetrate the Dharma body of Dou Zhan Xianjun.

"Born." Tianxing Xianjun roared, and the endless light of punishment exploded with this sword. Fighting Xianjun was invincible in physical form, but how could he block the sword of the Holy Dao?

Dou Zhan Xianjun clenched his fists, and his Dharma body was like an immortal war god. Endless light came and broke the immortal body bit by bit. When the crack appeared, the sword also came, and endless light penetrated. But at the same moment, Dou Zhan Xianjun slammed out his arm, and the Dharma body followed, and a domineering punch hit Tianxing Xianjun.
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