"Old man Qi Tian! You are seeking death!"

The saint surnamed Ji roared angrily, his beard and hair were wide open.

At this moment, he was not as sick as a little bit sick, as if he was crazy and had a terrifying aura.

Boom! Boom!

Billions of lightning lights emerged in the sky, rolling and turning into thunder dragons, falling from the sky, and rushing towards the Qitian Mountains.

Billions of lightning lights condensed millions of thunder dragons, covering the entire sky.

This scene is extremely terrifying.

The whole world was trembling under the supernatural powers of this saint.

"Oh my God!"

Many disciples were trembling and pale.

This is the first time they have seen the true strength of the Saint!

Even Tang Hao couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Such strength is really amazing.

"This... seems a bit bad!" Master Wang Liang was a little uneasy.

"But fortunately, there are only three saints in total. Those who can block them are all very awesome in the ancient formation of our Qitianyuan, the best in the east!" Then, he waved his hand and returned to his calmness.

Boom boom boom boom!

The million thunder dragons pounced down and hit the outermost defensive formation of Qitianyuan, bursting out with brilliant light.

The light curtain just trembled slightly a few times, as stable as Mount Tai.

"Break it for me!"

The saint surnamed Ji roared loudly. In an instant, countless lightnings emerged in the sky, turning into thunder dragons and continuously pounced down, constantly bombarding the formation.

At the beginning, the formation was extremely strong, but as the saint surnamed Ji bombarded wildly, the light of the formation became a little dimmed.

"Oh my god!"

Master Wang Liang raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"A half-immortal saint is really terrible!" He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly.

Those who have survived a level of immortal tribulation will step into the fairyland with half of their feet, and their magical powers are unimaginable.

"It's okay! He can't break it!"

He comforted Tang Hao and said.

"Oh! It's so lively!" Amid the roar of the sky, a low, slightly hoarse voice clearly entered everyone's ears.

When everyone followed the sound, they saw a figure coming in that direction, wearing a blue shirt and carrying a sword behind them. They looked like an ordinary sword cultivator.

"It's Daluo Sword Master!"

Everyone's pupils shrank, revealing a look of horror.

This is another saint, the supreme strong man!

"One more!"

With the arrival of this saint, the atmosphere in Qitian Courtyard became more and more serious, and many of them had a look of worry.

With this Daluo Sword Lord, there are already four saints on the other side. You should know that there are not many saints in the entire Donglin Star Domain, and almost half of them are here.

"Old man Ji, are you crazy?"

He first said to the saint Ji surnamed Ji, and then swept to Qitianyuan, "Brother Qitian, you know that I have always been very reasonable and are not as crazy as Old Man Ji."

"So, hurry up and give me a drop of blood, I'll leave right away, no! Otherwise, give me a drop of blood, I'll work hard to kill this old man Ji, what do you think?"

When the saint surnamed Ji heard this, blue veins on his forehead were rising.

"Are you looking for death?"

He raised his hand, and the lightning light in the sky turned towards the Daluo Sword Lord.

The Daluo Sword Master didn't blink for a moment, and blew a lightning breath to the rushing light. It was obvious that he was just a breath, but he had a sharp and sharp sword-like sharpness.

The endless lightning light was blown away and disappeared in one light breath.

"This is OK?"

Everyone's eyes widened, a little unbelievable.

The Daluo Sword Master brushed his sleeves and looked light and calm, and he was very floating.

"I mean! I mean!"

He waved his hand to Sifang, looking like he didn't care at all, but the slightly raised curve of his mouth betrayed him. Seeing Sifang's admiring gazes, he felt secretly happy!

"Damn, this guy is starting to show off again!"

The veins on the forehead of the saint surnamed Ji were leaping even more violently.

This Daluo Sword Lord is also a semi-immortal saint. I don’t know how old he is, but he still loves to show off. He either shows off or on the road to show off every day.

Every time he meets him, he really wants to kill this pretender.

In the distance, the Lord of War God Mountain and Lord of Hunyuan, their faces also twitched for a moment, becoming a little strange.

Enjoying the admiring eyes of all directions, the Daluo Sword Lord looked at the Lord of Qitian again and said, "Brother Qitian, how are you thinking?"

"Ah! By the way, what about that guy? It's the little guy who has obtained the imperial edict and divine blood. This is a talent! He is very lucky. Otherwise, if you give him to me and I will take him out for a walk, maybe you will gain something. Let's add five to two and divide the treasures equally. What do you think?"

As he spoke, his eyes became shiny.

After hearing this, Tang Hao couldn't help but burst out and jumped violently.

Damn! This guy actually wants to abduct him!

Too shameless! Too shameless!

The Lord of Qitian Courtyard lowered his head and glanced at Tang Hao, with a very strange expression.

"Brother Qi Tian, ​​are you thinking, why didn't I think of such good attention as soon as possible? Didn't it?" Daluo Jianzun laughed, smiling a little despicable.

"roll!"

The Lord of Qitian Courtyard turned dark and scolded.

"Brother Qi Tian, ​​you actually cursed. I tell you, you can't do this..." The Daluo Sword Master began to chatter.

"Damn! Still a chatterbox!"

Tang Hao's mouth twitched.

However, he felt that this Daluo Sword Master was really a weirdo. Not only did he love to show off, he was a bit vulgar, but he was also a chatterbox.

"I'm not late!"

At this time, another voice came from the sky.

In that direction, a figure came in the air, but it was an extremely handsome and gentle man, dressed in white and out of heaven.

But behind him, there was a coffin floating, crystal clear all over, like a carved ice and jade, with a solemn cold air everywhere, making it impossible to see the person in the coffin.

I could only vaguely see that it was a woman.

"Immortal Lord Lingxiao!"

The people's name was heard in a low voice in all directions.

This is another semi-immortal saint!

"It's not good now!"

More sweat broke out on Master Wang Liang's forehead and he was a little panicked.

These are all five saints!

The five saints join forces, it is really a bit dangerous.

"No...it's okay, I can hold on!"

He wiped his cold sweat and murmured.

At this time, another figure came, also a saint, a thin and vicious old woman with a strong ghost aura all over her body.

"Six...six!"

Master Wang Liang shivered for a moment.

The many elders of Qitianyuan looked ugly. They had thought before that many saints would definitely come, but they never expected that so many would come at once.
Chapter completed!