The Dharma image has not been completed, and the sword waves have not stopped.

If the high-speed rotating grinding wheel drives a bunch of flashing golden light, refracting and throwing away in all directions.

Xia Ji was leaning on a white knife, hanging quietly in the flying sand and rocks, and the thick fog filled the air.

The blood-red banner is about to be completely round, and the wind, earth, water and fire are endless.

While he was attacking magical powers in the distance, he maintained the operation of the Dharma phase.

The blood-red banner is only a small gap, and it can be completely wrapped.

——No, you can’t be wrapped in, otherwise bad things will happen!

Xia Ji's intuition is warning.

The mind moves with thoughts, and the body moves with heart.

Almost at the same time, Xia Ji's left-hand magical power was not withdrawing, and he was always attacking Lu Chan who was still in the air, but the round 360,000 Dharma images had an outlet.

The Faxiangru fountain surged out and collided with the sword tide. The powerful force flew backwards with Xia Jiru's thrust meteor.

Before the blood-red banner was about to complete the final package, it rushed out from the only light.

This scene is extremely spectacular and even better than epic. The peak power of the 360,000 level of ten, and the continuous sword tide that is nearly eleventh level is in the space without any confinement, like two giant dragons fighting each other.

This is truly like two unprecedented armies confronting each other.

However, there is no way there will be hundreds of thousands of troops at the peak of the ten realms in this world.

But in other words, whether Xia Ji or Lu Chan at this time were completely alone, or a large army.

After decades of vicissitudes, Xia Ji truly had the ability to completely compete with a well-prepared ancestor.

Of course, he still has many trump cards, including the Black Emperor's Dharma Body.

But Lu Chan must have it, and it can be imagined that there are more than himself, many of which can be used now, many that cannot be used now, and even more that may cost money to use.

He emerged like a bug, but his ancestor's foundation has been at least ten thousand years, twelve killings and a catastrophe, and he has sufficient combat experience. He probably has more people killed than he has seen, and he has countless powerful people in high-level realm.

The reason why I can suppress them is because I and they are currently under some rules of limitation of heaven and earth.

Because of Su Tian's existence, Xia Ji had already recognized the three things Lu Chan used.

The sword is the four swords of Zhu Xian.

The flag that protects her is named the Flame Flag Flag.

The blood-red banner that attacked himself was named the Six Soul Banner.

All these three things were in the previous era...

No! It should be the best magic weapon accumulated over the past seventeen middle ages and hundreds of thousands of years.

Perhaps it is more than seventeen epochs, but something more ancient.

After all, time is like an hourglass, and even things that exist at the beginning of time will accumulate.

As the nine beings, the accumulation of these treasures will end at the end of ancient times, and the nine beings will inevitably do their best to collect those things.

These magic weapons must have belonged to different powerful people, but at the end of ancient times, they were intercepted by them because of the fall of the gods and only nine people were left.

If such a bug magic weapon is not restricted by heaven and earth, it can completely destroy itself in an instant.

But at this time, their power will only gradually increase with the arrival of the killing disaster.

In fact, Xia Jineng competed with such an ancestor, and even killed one in seconds before, which was unprecedented.

at this time...

Lu Chan was unable to move in the air, and he used all three things in one's heart. At the same time, he controlled the Six Soul Banner to surround him, and the Flame Flag Flags off the ground to defend him. The four swords of Zhu Xian turned into sword tides and chased him reluctantly.

Although Xia Ji is moving and quiet, he is also a three-purpose use of one mind. His left hand control magic power consumes the power of the flame flag off the ground, and his mind controls the law and sword tide competes with each other, and at the same time, he moves quickly to avoid the package of the Six Soul Banner.

Feng Chuxue, who had already gone far away, still stared at this scene blankly. The battle between the teacher and the nun was like two worlds fighting...

Both of them are outrageously strong.

Xu Lingling didn't even look at it, raised her hand to protect her master's wife, like a monster that broke away, turning into a huge lightning and flying into the distance.

But the atmosphere is very unsettling, because the stars become dimmer, distorted, and abnormal, as if they contain some terrifying signs...

And at this moment, something even more strange and incomprehensible happened.

In the distance, the clearly shattered mountain peak suddenly returned to its original state.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and even gurgling water flows down from the high places.

The cave that had been broken by Xia Ji's aftermath was already intact...

It seems that all the previous fights were fake.

The night is extremely quiet.

Feng Chuxue rubbed his eyes, and the space in the distance showed a feeling of "continuous switching"...

Just like two different paintings are put together, one is a quiet landscape picture, and the other is a battle picture like a doomsday.

The two pictures are constantly switching, covering each other, and fusing with each other, creating a feeling that makes people's eyes extremely tormented, and their brains are almost confused to the point of going crazy.

Immediately afterwards, the sky was burned by a quiet flame, and the starlight, the floating clouds, and the world was completely burned.

And a huge ink outline appeared in the sky at the end of the flame.

The outline gradually approaches...

It looks like a hundred-foot black magic dragon with twenty-four poems.

Black flames are overwhelming...

The manic pure black flames were suppressed and leaped among the fine scales.

Every time the wings covering the sky flap, it will bring strong winds, sweeping death, coming towards Xia Ji and Lu Chan.

Lu Chan was stunned, with a hint of despair in her eyes.

She naturally recognized that this was the Black Emperor, and the illusory flame burning in the world at this time was obviously a Mirage Lord. Two bad signs came, but she was still blocked. It was really deadly.

But that teacher is also the one who is dead?

Master, she was shocked.

Her eyes turned and she looked down, and saw the man dancing wildly with silver hair, his face showing fatigue and old age... It was obvious that the old injury had not healed last time, but this forced action used the twelve realms to give birth to new injuries.

Could it be...

Is she going to die with her master?

Lu Chan wanted to move, but under the suppression of the power of heaven and earth, she could not move at all. She could only rely on magic weapons that were completely bound to her soul.

Could it be that He and the ancestor of the Wu family stood out from the great disasters in ancient times, but this time they were replaced by one or two?

Although her mixed thoughts were moving, she did not hesitate. With a thought, the Six Soul Banners were quickly rolled back, and she wanted to turn into a second level of protection. No matter what, He would not give up easily.

Jian Chao also gave up attacking Xia Ji and retreated.

The silver-haired man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and half-kneeled on the broken ground with a white knife, squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky at this time, his eyes full of fatigue.

The 360,000 Dharma images around him were burning rapidly by the flames, making crackling sounds. It is conceivable that it is only a matter of time before the Dharma images are burned out.

Once burned out, it is death.

He tried hard to get things out of the storage space...

But due to the high temperature, the storage space actually exploded.

The Wu family's imperial order, the ancient sea scrolls, the Jedi order, and many other medicines were sprinkled all over the ground, which was particularly distinct on the ground.

That magic shadow came from the west...

The wind is like flames.

Flame peels off the truth.

The world begins to melt in illusion.

Suddenly, the burned sky lit up again.

The Emperor Star in the North Heaven Central Palace flashed with bright light.

The light did not seem to be the starlight, or the brightest light in the sky.

The light fell like a pillar of the pure world...

Lu Chan recognized the light and took the three treasures close to her body in an extremely tacit understanding, looking at the silver-haired man who was barely supporting him on the ground.

He has reached the end and has nowhere to go. His silver hair has begun to burn, and his Dharma image has been broken, but he is still struggling in the flames, unyielding, trying to escape.

But the black emperor's eyes were already staring at him.

He has nowhere to escape.

A strange feeling suddenly arose in Lu Chan's heart.

Mixed with appreciation, regret...
To be continued...