Kneel down to survive?

Chi Hong's remarks made Xia Ting's eyes even more disdainful: "Chi Hong Divine Emperor, don't you think you are really sure of victory in the current situation?"

Nowadays, Xia Ting's cultivation level has greatly increased. Although he has never entered the cultivation level of the God Emperor, he has condensed the divine realm. Now that he is the master of the Jinxiu Pavilion Battle Hall, how can he give up?

even!

Now there are countless Jinxiu elites behind Xia Ting, all of them are following behind. If Xia Ting gives in like this now, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the entire Jinxiu Pavilion?

He also forgot the original intention of Zhantang.

Absolutely not!

At the moment when his mind was firm, Xia Ting put his hands behind his hands and roared, his eyes filled with determination: "Chi Hong Divine Emperor, you and I are on different positions now, and each has his or her own beliefs. You can look down on me."

"However, you cannot underestimate the determination in this Sacred Heart, let alone the faith in this Sacred Heart."

"A fight between you and me is inevitable."

Hum for a moment.

Xia Ting's whole body was filled with tremendous power, and the condensed sword energy was completely concentrated in one place. However, in an instant, a terrifying sword shadow rose out of thin air in front of Xia Ting.

The shadow of the sword rises.

The front trembles.

Xia Ting gently raised his hand and waved his hand, and the sword shadow in front of him suddenly fell from the sky. As the sword fell, the heavenly path tended to collapse, as if he had been humiliated.

One move!

The river is boiling!

The terrifying sword shadow cut off the water with one move, and the sword light went straight towards the Tianshen Temple camp. Wherever the terrifying sword passed, it actually made the powerful Tianshen Temple trembled in their hearts, but it only took the blink of an eye.

Bang bang bang!

Many strong men were chopped to pieces by a sword. Such a bloody scene made Chi Hong narrow his eyes: "How dare you? When did anyone with a swordsmanship dare to make a mistake in front of me?"

He hummed for a moment.

Thunder rises.

The moment Chi Hong raised his hand, an illusory sword shadow slashed down in an instant. He just raised his hand slightly and the sword shadow swept away Xia Ting's offensive. When the two swords collided, the sky suddenly exploded.

.

A moment!

The river was churning for tens of feet, and the entire dense forest was trembling constantly. The God Emperor's calm attack made the heroes of the Jinxiu Pavilion Battle Hall feel the great oppression even though they were separated by dozens of feet of river.

However, even so, the powerful men of Jinxiu Pavilion did not retreat at all, but instead had a layer of expectation in their hearts. They were all ordinary warriors in the martial arts. At most, they had joined some sects before, and they definitely did not expect that.

, can one day confront the God Emperor.

Compete!

Xia Ting clasped his hands and laughed wildly: "The Red Rainbow God Emperor is nothing more than that."

"Damn it." Chi Hong never thought that Xia Ting could be arrogant in front of him just after entering the sacred realm. Even if he was a genius, what could he do?

Seeing that Chihong was about to take action, Tianlang hummed softly: "Chihong, have you forgotten the Lord's instructions again?"

"I don't."

Chi Hong shook his head: "Sirius, I hope you can fight with all your strength in today's battle."

"Don't worry." Sirius narrowed his eyes: "In the current situation, if I keep hiding something secret, it will be really my fault."

The words of the two great god emperors obviously sentenced the Jinxiu Pavilion Battle Hall to death. During the fight here, in the depths of the dense forest, Ling Tian was standing alone at a high place with his hands behind his back. At this moment, Ling Tian saw through the arrangements of the Tian Temple.

The two god-emperors were the core of the offensive, with the defenses on the left and right, and the teams led by the four god-emperors numbered in the tens of thousands!

now!

Living up to the reputation of a great battle, as if one move could fix the sky, Yan Lige walked up and said, "Pavilion Master, we have arrived at the Burial Dragon River. If we forcefully cross the river, perhaps the powerful men from the Heavenly Temple will kill us."

"our......"

Before Yan Lige finished speaking, Ling Tian waved his hand: "Senior, where is Jiuyou?"

Nine Nether Poison Saint?

Yan Lige was shocked. When he turned around, he saw a figure coming in front of him. It was none other than Jiuyou Poison Saint: "Young Master!"
Chapter completed!