The old cholera demon and the cold cicada boy were furious when they heard this. The powerful magic power surged out like a tide, turning into two roars of shocking clouds.

boom!

boom!

The mountains and forests were trembling, and the smoke and dust rolled like a dragon turning over. Two streams of light, one black and one white, cut through the void like a sword in the sky. Its momentum was not inferior to Zhongli Lie, and it was even better!

"I haven't seen a decent fight for a long time... Unfortunately, although they have inheritance, they have not yet found the true meaning of the battle..."

Somewhere in the void, between clouds and mists, Zhao Xuantai sat cross-legged, gently caressed the fluffy hair of the black tiger, commenting with interest:

"But this kid has a bit of the color of the god of killing..."

The old cholera demon and the cold cicada boy are both from the world's sects, and have practiced for hundreds or thousands of years. They may not be as good as Zhonglilie, but their magical powers are naturally much better than those of them.

But at this moment, the two joined forces and could not suppress Zhong Lilie.

Although the two of them did not have the intention to fight to death, they were also because Zhong Lilie had a very deep grasp of the magical power of killing.

He rides on the blue dragon and kills and even has a tendency to counter-pressure.

Heihu glanced coldly:

"It's not as far away as the Dou Jun! I insulted these magical powers in vain, if they were in ancient times..."

"The gods in the Doujun tribe are in battle, and they are not comparable to these young people. However, at this moment, the ten kalpas have not yet arrived!"

Zhao Xuantai stretched out his palm, feeling the intersection of various auras, and sighed a little:

"Our path is ten times more difficult than the Nine Tribulation Times..."

"After all, it's not our era..."

The black tiger yawned and was about to fall asleep, but suddenly he seemed to have some sensation and his eyes met his master on the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

Boom!

After the earth-shaking collision, the old cholera demon and the cold cicada boy landed together. In the broken red light, Zhongli Lie took a few steps back.

The three of them, as well as the brush Taoist who was not far away, couldn't help but look into the distance.

I saw a dazzling sword light coming, its speed was extremely fast, and its momentum was extremely fierce. The sea of ​​clouds in the sky seemed to be divided by a sword and completely unfolded.

"This is……"

Thousands of miles apart, the four of them felt a chill in their hearts. They felt a sharp edge, and they were far away from the void, and they had already reached the center of their eyebrows!

"The Heavenly Sword Three Feet!"

"Three-foot Taoist!"

While glancing at the sword light, everyone present changed their expressions, like a few people, they might not be able to see the upper half of the eight poles and three-foot Taoist.

However, half of the eight poles is still the eight poles!
Chapter completed!