The long sword was shattered in an instant, and the Dragon-Wandering Spear penetrated Zhang Shuo's chest in front of him with a grand power.
Poof!
Zhang Shuo spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face instantly turned pale, his eyes were filled with blood, and his low roar resounded throughout Zhongzhou: "Damn it!"
Roaring helplessly.
Like a death struggle.
Jiang Xiang strongly supported the demigod's pressure, and the holy sword became shiny. He swept the sword out and actually broke the demigod's waist!
Boom!
The long knife slashed across.
The body of a demigod split into two parts in an instant, and only blood rained from the sky.
hiss!
hiss!
hiss!
Everyone was shocked by the bloody scene. Secretly, Yan Yu was completely stunned, his eyelids were trembling wildly, and a feeling of ants began to breed in the depths of his soul. They were both emperors, but Jiang Xiang and Feng Kun were not as strong as each other.
But there is no doubt about it.
Coupled with the suppression of Lingtian's poisonous needle, it created an opportunity for the two of them, so that the two emperors could kill them with thunder.
If it were him, facing such an offensive, he would be completely crushed if he couldn't hold on for even one breath.
In fact, not only him, but Jiang Xiang and Feng Kun were also stunned at this time. They were comparable to the top beings among the powerful emperors, but they had never thought about it.
Can you really take action at this time and kill the demigod?
once.
To them, demigods are aloof beings that they can only look up to?
But now?
Killing demigods is nothing more than that!
An unprecedented feeling began to permeate the hearts of the two of them, and even at this time, the words that Ling Tian often said before echoed in their ears again.
confidence!
That’s the pinnacle!
Maybe this is a change in mood.
When Ling Tian saw that the two men had successfully killed the demigod, his heart trembled, and a big stone fell in his heart. He just took action and consumed him. It could be said that he had reached the limit. If the demigod continued to counterattack.
Today's battle situation is probably a different situation.
"It seems that you need to be careful if you encounter strong demigods in the future." Ling Tian calculated in his mind that at the current speed, it would take two days at the fastest to go to Nanzhou.
In two days, you must hurry up and recover.
Especially the mysterious light on the Fuxi treasure mirror just now, seems to be able to recover from injuries?
Need to make good use of it.
When Ling Tian thought this, there was a hint of brilliance in his eyes. At this moment, Xuan Yibu saw the foundation of Xuanmen being protected, and there was even more relief on his face: "Holy Son!"
"He is indeed my Xuanmen savior."
"With the help of the Holy Son, Xuanmen will have a chance to restore its former glory."
A pale smile appeared at the corner of Xuan Yibu's mouth, and his body slowly fell down. Ling Tian sensed something was wrong: "Master Xuanmen."
"Ahem."
Xuan Yibu coughed violently, and the smile on his face became even more gratifying: "Holy Son, I finally see you."
"you......"
Ling Tian felt a pain in his heart: "I'm sorry, I'm late."
Ling Tian has never forgotten Xuanmen's help in the past.
Xuan Yibu shook his head: "Holy Son, it's not too late, not at all. It's just the right time. I can see the true face of the Holy Son in this life, and I will die without regrets."
When Xuan Yibu said this, his big blood-stained hand fell on the back of Ling Tian's hand: "Holy Son, my Xuanmen is weak now, and I will trouble the Holy Son in the future."
"But just now, Fuxi's Holy Light has risen above the Fuxi Treasure Mirror."
"The Holy Son has been recognized by the Baojian."
"My Xuanmen will surely flourish again."
Fuxi treasure mirror?
Ling Tian looked at the book in his hand and was surprised. The healing holy light just now bloomed from this book. Xuan Yibu was even weaker at this time and slowly closed his eyes.
On the face.
Full of ease.
Xuan Yibu closed his eyes for a moment, and the Xuanmen disciples who could move on the scene knelt down again and reluctantly whispered: "Congratulations, Master!"