Swords shot down from above the dome.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

In an instant, the will of the Six Paths of Spirit Lord was suppressed.

Even if they are prepared, they still make them creepy.

There were two left, and I couldn't help but tremble.

With the means, it is hard to imagine that it is a younger generation who is less than the Spirit Emperor to perform!”

"They looked at Su Xuan.

But he was confused.

That's the end.

Xuan Jiu Jian penetrated, and a trace of blood kept falling from the soles of his feet, like red silk threads, flying far away.

His white hair and his snow robe were still white.

His face was full of scars and deep pain.

The old sword of heaven is raging, and the immortal bridge is building.

It seems like it is dead, the rotten one is even worse than the dead tree.

But his eyes were as bright as ever, as if they were stars.

Taking Su Xuan, the will of the two spiritual masters suddenly trembled.

What pain did this... endure?

They can't imagine it, nor can they imagine it!

"Do you do it?" asked Yi Lingzun's will, with a hint of trembling.

Fearless, but hesitated because of the young man in front of him!

"Naturally...do it!" Another spiritual master gritted his teeth. But

It's at this moment.

A strange voice sounded inexplicably.

They shivered and looked at Su Xuan.

The coldness is already in the bones, but blood can do with the coldness. The ancient throne is wailing, and the mottled stone statues are singing. Slaughter all the people on earth and save the eternal dawn. What about heroes and heroes? Who is drawing the sword, who is burying the spirit..." Voice

The sound is clear and cold, vicissitudes of life, and it is Su Xuan's.

His lips never moved at all.

Dao Lingzun's will shivered, and then he was terrified.

Seeing that Su Xuan had no strange black and white mask, he had a hideous smile on his face.

"Two, please die."

boom!"
Chapter completed!