How could it be you? This is impossible? How could you kill the Supreme God with your strength?

The old thief Shang exclaimed in surprise.

King Xiangjia, Qu Ling'er and others were also confused.

Many people have seen and heard about Yan Feitian, a newly promoted Tianzun and the Lord of the Underworld Holy Land. The most important thing is that he was resurrected from the dead. He was forcibly resurrected by Ning Tao who changed his destiny against heaven.

Whether it was protecting the Holy Land, developing vigorously, fighting many battles, or capturing Huangquan, they all contributed a lot.

How did Coco become like this?

No, the power of darkness? Are you actually eroded by darkness? Qu Ling'er's beautiful eyes shrank.

The Elephant Armor King froze, seeming to be aware of his cultivation, and his expression changed: "Four or four steps to the peak? Is this fake? The last time I saw him, it was only two steps."

Faced with the surprise of the three people, Yan Feitian had no expression on his face and said not a word. His domineering black eyes suddenly flashed, and the black blade in his hand flashed with a heart-stopping cold light, and he said coldly: You are all waiting to die!

Holy law, cut the darkness with one strike!

Brush~

At this moment, the hairs on the three people's hair actually stood up, their scalps were numb, and they felt the crisis of life and death. That blade was by no means an ordinary weapon.

Be careful, don't touch it, go, go quickly. Qu Ling'er's beautiful eyes trembled and she shouted quickly.

But it was too late. The Elephant Armor King burst out with ancient brute force. His muscles rose like a horned dragon. He stood three feet tall and was indestructible. He punched out.

Holy method, Giant Elephant Falling Star Fist!

Broken~

But under the defense of his proud strength, the dark blade flashed past, extremely sharp, and the Elephant Armor King's whole body seemed to be stiff and petrified.

In front of the old thief Shang and Qu Ling'er, a splash of blood spattered, and a soul similar to the Elephant King was devoured and chewed by the black blade, and a stone-hard head fell down weakly.

The Elephant King, killed with one strike!

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Both Shang Laothi and Qu Ling'er were shocked. Even the Elephant Armor King and the Five-step Heavenly Lord, one of the three kings, could not block the black blade. Cool B Jiangwang Nr Only-Genuine_Y Version

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No, something is wrong. Yan Feitian alone would never be so powerful.

Even if he can get a powerful holy weapon, shouldn't he be like this? Shouldn't he betray the Holy Land? He still expects Ning Tao to help him resurrect Xuannv?

Have you lost your mind?

No one has ever dared to play tricks on me. Yan Feitian twisted his neck indifferently, his murderous aura burst out, and he slashed at the two of them with one knife.

Damn it, stop it! Shura Buddha, Zulong, Zhenyuan and others roared and charged at full speed.

And above the sky, a shocking coercion also erupted, like a yellow spring oppressing, a dark yellow hand grabbed it, and said in a cold voice: The remnants of darkness, if you don't catch them without restraint, how dare you make trouble!

But Yan Feitian seemed to turn a blind eye, and his sword was as powerful as breaking a bamboo, as if he was going to die together with the old thief Shang.

Divine walking technique, Ji!

Secret technique, Aoki giant transformation!

Two forces blocked him and tried to stop him.

But Yan Feitian's strength increased sharply, and was extremely strange. He was surrounded by black energy, and his sword was as fast as a dragon and as fast as a bolt of lightning. He pierced Qu Ling'er's delicate body with one blow, and even stabbed the old thief Shang in the chest.

What, cough?

Poof

When everyone who came madly saw this scene, they were stunned, their faces turned pale, their lips were trembling, they roared angrily, and rushed towards him like crazy.

no no

Ling'er, old thief, bastard, I will kill you! Shura Buddha's angry eyes are like the angry eyes of King Kong.

The two swords were drawn out, like a bloodthirsty Shura.

Not to mention the Elephant King who had fallen into a pool of blood.

But a big hand was faster than him and slammed Yan Feitian into the ground. The entire continental plate shook violently, and the terrifying impact seemed to destroy the continent.

Seeing this, Shura Buddha hurriedly pulled the two old thieves away with red eyes. At this time, the two men still had a black blade stuck in their chests, which seemed to be devouring life force. Qu Ling'er's pretty face was already pale.

Be careful

What? What did you say? Asura Buddha hurriedly listened, only to see her soul being swallowed by the blade.

Qu Ling'er, Yi Ling, has fallen!

How could this happen? Zulong, Bawang, Yixing, Cixin Granny and others turned pale, and their hearts hurt when their old friends left.

Damn it, what happened?

Shura Buddha hurriedly pulled out the black blade, trying to save the old thief, but in the next second, wisps of black aura climbed up his right arm, trying to corrode him, which was very cruel.

Damn bastard, get out of here!

Between the eyebrows, the golden mark of the swastika appears.

The golden Buddha light intertwined, trying to drive away the darkness. However, the darkness was stronger than he imagined, and it had almost spread to his shoulders.

Damn it! Asura Buddha looked angrily, and even cut off his right arm with a swing of his knife, groaning.

Everyone was also frightened. What kind of weird sacred weapon is this? Even a semi-saint can't touch it. Is it more powerful than Ning Tao's Divine Vessel?

As soon as the right arm fell, it quickly turned into a black mist and submerged into the black blade.

The murder weapon was never moved again.

The next second, a stalwart figure floated down, his brows sank, his gaze suddenly fixed on the black blade, and his expression changed: How is it possible? This knife is still there?

Mr. Huangquan, do you know him? Grandma Cixin and everyone present exclaimed.

Yes, the man in front of him is Saint Huangquan. The strange things in Huanyu have been known to the Three Saints and were notified by Chaos. However, Ning Tao's matter cannot be let go, so the Three Saints sent someone to solve the matter secretly.

Saint Huangquan solemnly said: This sword is called Black Shura, and it is extremely evil and vicious. Its owner is the Dark Lord, but it was destroyed by our six saints back then? How could it still exist?

As he said that, he grabbed Yan Feitian out of the ruins and said coldly: Boy, answer me, where did you get this knife?

Yan Feitian, who was dying, was indifferent, his eyes flashed and went out, there was no response, and he was not afraid of life or death.

You are seeking death! Saint Huangquan's face sank, and the hand that strangled his neck gradually became harder.

But at this moment, the withered and weak old thief Shang screamed: "No, don't kill him."

At the last moment, they seemed to understand something, but they didn't have time to think clearly. At this moment, he only felt that his life force was passing rapidly.

The chest was like a big ice cellar, and the whole person seemed to be about to fall into an abyss.

Old thief? Damn it, you can't leave me alone. Shura Buddha's eyes are red. He also has the memory of the six people in the world, but looking at today, apart from Chaos, how many of the six people in the world are left now?

Seeing this, Huang Quan hurriedly waved out a force, covering the old thief Shang from top to bottom, and actually pulled out a ray of soul, but his body quickly fell.

I can only save the last ray of his intelligence. Although there is a possibility of survival and the stabbing is not deep, we must not be careless. When I go back, I will think of a way to save him. I will leave this person to you first.

Huang Quan threw Yan Feitian to everyone.

The next second, he waved his hand and swept the black blade away, soared straight into the sun.

Among the crowd, Chaos was very calm. He was silent for a long time, turned around and left without making any waves. However, Yan Feitian was tortured and tortured amidst the hatred of everyone, but he never said a word.

But since he was imprisoned, no strong man has disappeared, and everything has returned to normal.

But just a hundred years later, the peaceful world was suddenly awakened by a burst of terror, violent bells, nine in a row, hysterical, like a violent storm venting, but then, everything was only echoes.
Chapter completed!