Leng Qianxian''s long gray hair fluttered and scattered.


    The whole sword is as cold as ice, giving people a feeling of falling into an ice cave.


    Hearing the choking words of lengqian trace, elder Xinggu''s face was as gloomy as water.


    Looking at the southern sky, how many people can ignore the majesty of Xingyu sword pavilion.


    However, the cold thousand marks are scattered cultivation, coming and going without a trace, coupled with its pseudo Saint strength.


    If the Xingyu sword Pavilion doesn''t use the saint''s hand to deal with it, there are really few people who can resist the cold thousand marks.


    But the saints of Xingyu sword Pavilion will not fight at will because of such things, and most saints rely on their identity and will not pursue and kill a pseudo saint.


    Therefore, cold thousand marks really don''t have to be too afraid of Xingyu sword Pavilion.


    Boom!


    In the void, there are layers of fluctuations.


    The fight between the false saints, even if it is not as good as the saints, can destroy the void, but the fluctuation is also very violent, and the sky quivers like a drum.


    "This is really a world shaking war..."


    Millions of martial artists around have retreated to the distance.


    Looking at the amazing war between the venerable and the false saints, everyone stared wide for fear of missing a trace of details.


    Such battles are rare in the southern region of heaven.


    "Hum, no one can save this little evil today!"


    Star Mo probes between his hands and grabs ye guchen with one hand.


    Cold thousand marks appeared, and cold mans flashed in his eyes. As soon as the solitary cold sword in his arms was shocked, a sword that cut through the void swept away at Xingmo.


    However, with a roar, the elder Xinggu raised his hand to seal and bombarded the sword.


    "Ha ha... Lengqianhen, although your strength is not bad, it''s too fantastic to fight against our two false saints with one against two." elder Xinggu sneered.


    Cold thousand marks frowned slightly.


    "Little evil, die!" the star didn''t see it and continued to grasp it. The space around ye guchen seemed to begin to shake. A strong sense of oppression made him feel crushed by the ancient mountains.


    So did Su Jianshi and others.


    "You dare!"


    Forging Tianfeng gave a sharp drink and flashed.


    However, he had wasted his hands in the past, and his strength was greatly reduced due to the wasted time of drinking these years.


    Moreover, foundries generally specialize in the way of casting, and do not have an advantage in martial arts.


    "You are allowed to be presumptuous because you were once a master of Southern forging, but today, this little evil barrier will die!" Xingmo swept away with one hand, directly shaking back the forging Tianfeng and spitting blood at his mouth.


    "Master forging, forget it. Let ye bear the burden of today." ye guchen''s eyes were cold.


    "A little backbone, but... Still want to die!" Xingmo shot again.


    This time, really no one can save ye guchen.


    Mixed demon ape, wind all over the building, forging Tianfeng.


    Those who can make moves have made moves, and all their cards have been revealed.


    But unfortunately, ye guchen has too many enemies and is too strong.


    For ye guchen, who is now only in the mysterious border of life and death, the overlord force is a giant that can never be shaken.


    "Are you going to die after all?"


    Looking at ye guchen, all the martial artists in the audience lamented in their hearts at the moment.


    It has to be said that today they witnessed an absolutely shocking war.


    The source of all these wars is only ye guchen, a martial artist in the gateway of life and death.


    "If ye guchen could not die today, his fame in the southern heaven might be enough to compare with the top ten CHILDES. Unfortunately..." many martial artists shook their heads.


    But everyone is about to witness the fall of Ye guchen.


    But there is a voice with a delicate crying cavity, which resounds everywhere.


    "You are all bad guys, big bad guys. Xueer doesn''t allow you to hurt brother ye and sister Su!"


    A slender and petite figure suddenly broke away from the hands of Ji Ling and others around him and rushed to the central battlefield.


    "No, Xueer!" Ji Ling, Chu Qingchi and others were shocked.


    Xueer came to Jianzong talin with Su Jianshi and others. With her lovely appearance of ice and snow, she became a group pet.


    All the talin disciples of sword sect like this lovely girl very much.


    But at the moment, in this level of war, Yan Changge and others are helpless, unable to intervene and change nothing.


    A snow goes up and dies.


    However, Xueer''s speed was faster than expected, and her body turned into a shadow.


    Its big eyes are full of strange scarlet.


    "Hmm?" the star Mo obviously noticed Xueer.


    However, after seeing only a girl in her teens, her face returned to indifference.


    "There are so many people who want to die with you, little evil, you can die in peace!"


    Xingmo''s expression was cold. Even if he saw that Xueer was just a girl, he didn''t mean to keep his hand.


    In his opinion, his grandson Prince Xinghong is dead, and ye guchen, including all people related to him, will be buried with Prince Xinghong.


    Boom!


    With the palm of Xingmo''s hand, the void Qi rolled and condensed into a crystal palm print, which caught ye guchen, Su Jianshi, little fat man, divine eagle and Xueer.


    Obviously, Xingmo wants to erase everything with one hand.


    After a loud noise, the atmosphere was silent.


    Those false saints and venerable ones who fought against each other were temporarily separated.


    Because if ye guchen died, it would be meaningless for them to fight again.


    "Dead... Dead?"


    The whole audience looked at the place filled with smoke and dust.


    Some people swallowed saliva.


    After all, today, ye guchen, a little martial artist in the life and death gateway, has brought them too many accidents.


    "It''s dead at last. It''s time to return it to its owner. Gu Shaoyang smiled coldly on his face.


    Yi cangyue''s eyes are plain. If ye guchen dies like this, Gu Shaoyang will certainly become the only owner of the congenital sword fetus.


    "This......" jianjiu, Princess Fengxi and others also froze, sighing in their hearts.


    All the disciples of Jianzong talin roared in their minds, like 100000 days of thunder.


    Yan Wushuang stood still, as if she had lost her soul, and her beautiful eyes became empty.


    "Damn... You..." forging Tianfeng lost his drunkenness and was replaced by extreme anger.


    It was not easy for him to find a disciple who inherited taboo casting, but he died like this.


    "Ha ha... Leng qianhen, you''re only here in vain today." elder Xinggu smiled.


    Leng qianhen was indifferent. He had stopped a pseudo saint and completed his task.


    But


    As a pseudo saint of kendo, Leng qianhen can feel that ye guchen is afraid to be an extremely evil Kendo genius. It''s a pity that he fell like this.


    In addition, there is the wind that almost extinguishes the breath, but still stands on the sword.


    Although lengqianhen came a little late and didn''t see the only sword that day, he could also feel the residual artistic conception of the sword between heaven and earth.


    "If this person doesn''t die, he can have another opponent to compete with in the future." Leng qianhen shook his head lightly.


    This pair of masters and disciples are all amazing Kendo demons. Unfortunately, they fell on the same day


    Just when everyone thought the dust was settled.


    I don''t know when there were cracks in the sky.


    Like dark eyes open.


    Wisps of scarlet blood fell from the gap.


    Like a rain of blood.


    God opened his eyes and shed blood and tears.


    Call it... Heaven cries.