In the air, there were terrifying waves of sword energy. The eight divine chains outside Xuan Meng's body instantly merged and turned into a colorful divine pillar. They controlled the Soul-Devouring Sword and slashed Fang Jin's defensive divine ring and directly slashed his head away.

Fang Jin shouted, "The head was not dead when he moved, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes.

However, the next second, the aggregated sword energy formed a strangulation vortex, which directly enveloped Fang Jin's head, shattering his head and turning into minced meat, and blood stained the void red.

Fang Jin's martial soul overflowed and wanted to escape, but was suppressed and refined by Xuanmeng's seventh-level demon refining tower, screaming and roaring.

The void was collapsing, and Fang Jin had previously communicated with the power of the original source of the War Soul Continent to disappear in a blink of an eye, like a thunder that passed away with the wind after it rang.

Senior Brother Fang!

There were disciples of the Dongchen family shouting, full of sadness and reluctance.

Xuanmeng stood proudly in the air, and the eight divine chains on her body turned into lotus platforms, highlighting her elegance and refinement.

Yi Mengtanya said: Good performance, remember one thing.

At this moment, everyone was cheering. The laughter spread throughout Tianqingzhou, making Dongchen Qishan feel extremely harsh, as if he was humiliated in public.

Kill her and avenge Senior Brother Fang!

On the Red Gold Warship, disciples of the Dongchen family were roaring, wanting to seek justice for Fang Jin.

Anyone who wants to die comes over, I will send you on your way!

Xuanmeng Wujiu bullets without any concealment of the killing in his heart.

The victory of this battle laid the foundation for the Tiansheng Sect to fight against the war clan, allowing the Piaomiao Holy Hall, the Black Prison Temple, the Snowland Holy Sect and other sects to see hope, and their fear of the war clan disappeared from then on.

The scribe in white laughed and said: Kill well, leave this battle to me!

He had hatred in his heart. For fifty thousand years, today is finally time to explode.

Qiu Feng was also very excited. He was still suspicious of the strength of the Tiansheng Sect. The reason for coming here was for the sake of the essay in white.

But now, Xuan Meng killed Fang Jin and won the battle at the same level, which made Qiu Feng see hope and excited in his eyes.

The white-clothed scholar left the scene and pointed at the Red Gold Warship and shouted: Dongchen Qishan, come here to die!

Back then, the white-clothed scholar came from the Dongchen family. He watched his beloved die in battle, but he was powerless. The guilt and hatred were still engraved in his heart.

If you want to die, I will fulfill you!

Dongchen Qishan was so angry that he had never been as embarrassed as he is today. He didn't count the death of Fang Jin, but he also let his former disciples point fingers and make them point fingers. It was simply unforgivable!

Zhong Yu, go and kill him!

A man in his twenties flew out and said with a smile: OK, I'll kill him.

Zhong Yu is also a master of the Eighth Ring Road. He is full of confidence and stronger, for example, he is the top three among the Nine Sons of Dongchen.

Although Fang Jin was killed by Xuanmeng just now, the Dongchen family was disgraced.

But the white-clothed scholar is not Xuan Meng. He came from the Dongchen family in the past, and now he is against the war clan, which is seeking death.

The white-clothed scribe can communicate the original power of the War Soul Continent, and has lived for more than 50,000 years, and its strength is quite amazing.

But as long as he goes against the war clan, his strength will plummet. Not only will he be unable to communicate the power of his origin, he will also be suppressed by the War Soul Continent.

Dongchen Qishan, you sent a little devil to come. Are you afraid of death? It doesn’t matter. I will kill him first and then kill you later. Anyway, you all have to die here today.

The white-clothed scholar's chest was burning with anger that had never been extinguished for 50,000 years, but at this moment it reached the strongest level because he finally had the chance to take revenge.

Zhong Yu looked at the white-clothed scholar and said contemptuously: Speaking of which, I would call you Senior Brother, but unfortunately you betrayed the Master. Today I will clean up the portal.

Once you enter the war clan, you are not as good as a dog. Unfortunately, you are still proud, you are as stupid as a pig.

The scribe in white cursed and hated him like fire.

Zhong Yu's face turned cold and he snorted: The traitor dares to speak nonsense, let's take this move before talking about it. Eight-ring Tianluo Hand!

Zhong Yu was able to kill, using Fang Jin's previous tricks, but his power was much more powerful than Fang Jin.

Idiot, do you think I can't?

The white-clothed scholar also used the Eight-Ring Heavenly Luo Hand, spreading eight divine rings in his body, releasing terrifying fluctuations. He was in the same eight environments, but his cultivation was much stronger than Zhong Yu.

Both of them were using the original power of the War Soul Continent to communicate with all things, but the moment the palms of both sides collided, the white-clothed escort exclaimed.

At that moment, his attack power suddenly dropped, and he suddenly disconnected from the War Soul Continent, unable to leverage power, resulting in the interruption of the attack.

Zhong Yu took advantage of the situation and directly knocked the white-clothed scholar away, laughing wildly: Fight with me, you are still far from being. Traitors from the War Clan can no longer communicate the power of mountains, rivers and all things, go to death.

The scribe in white was severely injured and hemorrhaged the seven holes, but he did not retreat and immediately used the wilderness battle tactics. Before Zhong Yu arrived, two divine chains flew out. Although they could not resist, they effectively resolved some of the crises.

The scribe in white retreated suddenly, roaring in the sky with its mouth, four divine chains flew out of its body, and its momentum was constantly increasing.

Qiu Feng was a little worried, afraid that the essayist in white would die here.

Everyone in the Tiansheng Sect was also very worried. After all, from the moment, Zhong Yu had an absolute advantage, and the divine chain on the white-clothed scribe had not yet fully exploded.

With a rumbling sound, the white-clothed scribe was blown away for the third time, covered in blood, but he was laughing wildly, with crazy eyes in his eyes.

Tianluo Hand!

A deafening roar came from the white-clothed scholar. He once used the Tianluo hand, but this time it did not merge with the eight divine rings, but wrapped around eight divine chains, and followed the path of the masters of the Southern Barbarians.

Idiot, Eight Rings Tianluo Hand!

Zhong Yu was arrogant and used the same move to kill, and the palms of both sides collided in mid-air.

This time, everyone stared at the big eyes, wanting to know the result.

Which is weak and which one is stronger, the eight rings vs. the eight chains?

With a loud bang, Zhong Yu retreated suddenly, blood emerged from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and was severely damaged.

The scribe in white flew away, laughing wildly from his mouth, and blood and tears flowed out of his eyes.

It has been 50,000 years, and finally found the way to revenge. How could he not be excited?

kill!

Zhong Yu and the white-clothed essay yelled in unison. Both of them came from the Dongchen family and had similar combat skills and magical powers. However, the white-clothed essay essay had richer combat experience, deeper cultivation, and of course they were injured more severely.

OK, OK, come on!

Qiu Feng laughed wildly, tears in his eyes slipped.

Isn’t it just for the unwillingness and persistence in my heart?

Back then, those who were willing to do so had already been enslaved by the war clan and lived in the world, who did not want to fight to the death?

Fairy, have you seen it? He is avenging you!

Qiu Feng's eyes showed endless grief.

In Leilingzhou, the Qiongqi coach Tuoqi also had a strange look in his eyes, staring at the white-clothed scholar.
Chapter completed!