Qingyun Stream, one of the five major battlefields in the Xuanwu Continent.
After countless wars, this place has long since lost its original appearance, not only filled with blood, but also the topography of the mountains and rivers has changed.
The monks who guarded this place have also undergone earth-shaking changes.
After the baptism of war, life and death, these people have become as strong as iron, putting life and death out of the way.
There are even quite a few people who have achieved absolute calm, without fear, and without despair.
However, today, everyone, including Fengxing, is sincerely despairing.
It's just that the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon has come to the door again, and there are not many people, only two people.
However, they are all the powers of the eighth realm This combat power is undoubtedly a catastrophe for Fengxing and others.
Not to mention that there are two people, even if there is only one, it is enough to sweep this place.
Therefore, even the most determined person can't help but despair at this moment.
"This day, it's finally here, brother, brother will soon go down to accompany you."
"It is also glorious to be able to die at the hands of the powerhouse of the Eighth Realm, at least, we persevered until the last moment."
Everyone was desperate, not to mention the fighting spirit, and they didn't even have the heart to resist.
The enemy is too strong, even if you resist desperately, it will not help.
"I don't even have a little fighting spirit, it's really disappointing."
A black-robed man spoke indifferently, his calm gaze swept over the people below, and said, "I don't want to humiliate you, so judge yourself." ” "Dreaming" was scoldly reprimanded, saying: "Self-judgment is the greatest humiliation to a warrior" "It's a bit backbone, but unfortunately, there is no strength."
The black-robed man looked indifferent and said, "You can't even block a finger of me, what qualifications do you have to talk to me about dignity?"
"You" was angry, but more than that, it was helpless.
"Alright, stop talking nonsense about these lowly natives, and kill them."
Another man in Tsing Yi spoke.
Hearing this, everyone's faces turned pale and they were completely desperate.
Fengxing is no exception.
However, just when everyone was desperate, a cold word suddenly came from among the clouds.
"If you want to kill them, have you asked me?"
The voice fell, and an old woman in white appeared.
She has a fairy wind, a crane with a childish face, and although her body is rickety, she swallows mountains and rivers and shakes the eight wildernesses.
That kind of power is in no way inferior to the two extraterritorial heavenly demons.
This made everyone stunned, especially Qin Wuya, who fell into a stupor, staring at the old woman without blinking.
After a few breaths, he confirmed the identity of this person, and couldn't help but exclaim: "You are Baifeng Zhenjun" "Why is she actually the head of the Taichu Holy Land, the famous Baifeng Zhenjun" "There is salvation, as early as two hundred years ago, Bai Feng Zhenjun had ascended to the Eighth Realm, and he was one of the most powerful figures in the Xuanwu Continent.
Now that three hundred years have passed, her strength must be unfathomable and outrageously strong. ” "Haha, with her, we will never die."
After learning that the old woman was the famous Baifeng Zhenjun, everyone suddenly showed joy.
As the so-called name of the person and the shadow of the tree, Bai Feng Zhenjun, as the first head of the Taichu Holy Land, can be regarded as the top in the world in terms of strength and reputation.
In this way, it naturally gives everyone confidence.
"It sounds like a great person, but in fact, it's only the middle of the Eighth Realm."
The man in the black robe smiled, and the man in the green robe did the same, obviously he didn't take Bai Feng Zhenjun seriously.
"The realm doesn't mean everything, how can the old body say, it's also a generation of Tianjiao."
Bai Feng Zhenjun's eyes narrowed, and a cold glow burst out.
"Who isn't?"
The black-robed man shook his head and smiled, and said, "There are many difficulties and dangers on the road of cultivation, and those who are not capable enough will either stagnate or die on the road.
In this case, how far can a person who has reached the eighth realm go?"
Hearing this, Bai Feng Zhenjun fell silent and had nothing to say.
As the man said, none of the people who can go to the eighth realm are mediocre, no matter how bad they are, they are still a generation of Tianjiao.
Seeing that Bai Feng Zhenjun was speechless, everyone was like being poured a basin of cold water, and the excitement suddenly disappeared, replaced by worry.
After all, there were two Extraterritorial Heavenly Demons, but Bai Feng Zhenjun was alone.
"You'll have to fight to find out."
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Bai Feng Zhenjun's expression was cold, and he said, "With one enemy and two enemies, you may not lose." ” "Then we will fulfill you."
The black-robed man smiled and raised his palm to cover the sky.
There is no divine light, and there is no momentum overflowing, but it contains the true meaning of the avenue, and it is extraordinary in the ordinary.
Suddenly, Bai Feng Zhenjun's expression became solemn, and between the strokes of his hands, the two qi of yin and yang rotated, blocking the big hand that covered the sky. rumble The sun shook, the void collapsed, and the aftermath of terror swept thousands of miles, shaking everyone to cough up blood.
There was no way, the battle between the powerhouses of the Eighth Realm was too strong, even if it was just the aftermath, they would be unable to bear it.
"What a powerful interracial race" Feeling the terrifying power of this palm, Bai Feng Zhenjun's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't hide the shock.
"Sure enough, we already know who we are."
The black-robed man frowned slightly, but in the next moment, he relaxed: "It's okay, it's okay to know, anyway, you're all dying." ” "Endless years ago, your plans fell through, and it will continue to be the result today."
Bai Feng Zhenjun drank loudly, turned into a silver phoenix, covered the sky with wings, and covered the world with divine might.
Her claws swept through the air, slamming forward, and the void shattered like tofu.
"It's kind of interesting, but unfortunately, it's not enough."
The black-robed man shook his head, his hand rising like a knife, opening the world and terrifying.
Suddenly, a wound appeared on Bai Feng Zhenjun's back, and the blood couldn't stop flowing.
At the same time, the man in Tsing Yi also made a move.
He recited a strange incantation, and the mysterious power enveloped the White Phoenix True Monarch.
In the next moment, the blood she was bleeding turned pitch black and returned to her body along the wound.
After that, Bai Feng Zhenjun was crumbling, and he had no choice but to change back into human form.
"Is this the strength of the top existence in the Xuanwu Continent, it's really disappointing."
The black-robed man shook his head, causing all the monks to clench their fists and feel a thick sense of humiliation.
However, no one can refute it.
Although they had only exchanged a few moves, the situation was already obvious, and in the face of the two extraterritorial heavenly demons, Bai Feng Zhenjun really did not have the ability to compete.
"With two enemies and one, can it be regarded as a real skill?"
A plain word came from afar, like thunder, shaking the world.
Immediately, an old man in gray appeared at the end of his sight, sympathetic to heaven and earth, and in harmony with the avenue.
Just like the supreme true immortal, the rhyme flows, and it returns to the basics.
It is the spiritual fruit of the Dao that transforms into a giant mountain of the spirit clan.
In the past, he promised Ling Xian that once he turned into a spirit clan, he would go to Qingyunjian.
Today, he came at the right time.
"Another one is sent to death, but compared to this woman, this person is much stronger."
The black-robed man raised his eyebrows, a little jealous.
"It's no wonder that the mountains are so close to the Great Dao."
The man in Tsing Yi stared for a moment, and then turned hot: "I just need the mountain spirit medicine, it's him." “ :