There was a bang.

The power waves range from north to south, and eight ghost lights combine forces to penetrate a hole in the "sky" in the underworld of the Shenting.

But the Eight Zun An turned into petals and disappeared.

"here."

When the sound appears and everyone raises their eyes.

The generals of Fengdu who were tricked by the little fantasy swordsmanship only saw the figure in white and appeared behind the black and white evil spirits.

"?"

The black and white evil spirits turned their heads.

The black and white evil spirits escaped blood at the same time and retreated to the judge's coffin.

They are not the close-killer Yan and the strong man, but the long-range commander of the underworld, and the mage.

Eight Zun An smiled softly, as if he hadn't planned to target them so quickly from beginning to end.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng..."

Behind it, famous swords jumped out from the sword wheel.

First in the middle, then left, then right, continue left, continue right...

After repeated cycles, the stunning demon girl, Zi Tian Zui, the sound of Nu Lan, the sorrow of ghost wheel, pulling the divine staff, listening to the dust, green scales, Li Yue in the wine, and tears of great sorrow without swords.

Slow and rhythmic, like a countdown to death.

"crack!"

Liss pressed his face and punched him.

The eight priests turned into petals and disappeared and appeared on the other side.

"broken!"

The strongman came with the elbow, and then he punched him hard.

The eight masters An Pian were gone and appeared on the other side of the sky again.

"Break!"

Reappearance of the Lix.

Everyone looked like clowns.

They couldn't even touch the corners of the eight monks' clothes.

The speed cannot keep up, the fighting style is single, and the combat awareness is completely crushed... The Holy Emperor, can it be so weak?

The eight strong men are brainless and are still chasing them desperately.

The Lord of the Nine Palaces twitched, and he had the power of death. Even though he got on, they could only hit the cotton.

The black and white evil spirits are conscious and strategic, and they are hooked and sickle and crossed, and the limit order is released again, but they can't even catch the target.

"Oh."

The Eight Lords smiled helplessly and even took the initiative to remove the second world they had not seen so far.

His sword wheel has been developed, and the nine swords inside are excited and ready to go.

He changed his sword to his hand, no longer a crazy eagle, but a gentle breeze.

Spiritual Sword, Qingfeng!

Qingfeng, the spiritual sword on the sixth place on the famous sword list, was raised high by Eight Zun An before the sword wheel lit up.

"Feel you another breeze."

"I can catch it, I will draw the sword wheel again."

"I can't catch it, Brother Hua, I will kill you with one sword."

In front of the two black and white evil spirits, the eight strong men and the Lord of the Nine Palace, the eight masters of Yan quickly and slowly, letting the breeze in their hands be released and letting them fall.

The spirit sword shook, and after landing, it turned into three small blue whirlwinds. The child was tall and big, like a toy, and it looked quite interesting.

The three winds shook and differentiated into nine, and suddenly split into nine world-destroying winds torrents that soared into the sky, tearing apart the underworld and pushing forward!

"The sea of ​​clouds produces a tornado, and it hits the Nine Abyss."
Chapter completed!