The cold and fierce sword is full of immortal spirit. As soon as it is cut on Brahma, you can see that the immortal sword in Brahma's hand is drawn out, and the dark sword is flashing. The dark sword spirit lingers in the fog, swallowing the space elements, tearing the space into a dark crack, and you can clearly see the deep and blue void, which is quiet.
XuanZhen felt the destructive sword and took a breath of cold air. He had been on guard for a long time, and his figure disappeared. Sadly, the Immortal King behind him didn't react at all. He was cut off by the sword that killed the immortal sword, and there were more than 500 ancient fairies cut off by the sword light behind him.
Only two fairy kings escaped, and the other three were killed on the spot.
There was only 10% spiritual power left in Brahma's body. When he saw that XuanZhen's figure had disappeared, he was shocked. A cold murderous air came from his head. He knew it was not good. He threw the Zhuxian sword into the jade pendant space, turned his hands in the air, and the Zhentian hammer appeared in his hands, and went to the top of his head in the air.
"Boom!"
The flying sword struck on the crisscrossing celestial hammer with a loud noise. Brahma felt his arms numb and his body fell down quickly in the air. He opened his mouth and sprayed blood, and his viscera were severely frustrated. He looked up at XuanZhen's white hair flying, his killing intention was awe inspiring, his eyes were cold, and there was a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if to say, you're the best!
"Boom!"
Fantian's feet fell on the boulder, and the boulder was broken. Like a bomb, he blasted a huge hole in the earth. His hands still held up the sky shaking hammer, caught the flying sword, and his arms trembled. The cultivation of the supreme Immortal King was really overbearing. It was obviously impossible to kill with his cultivation realm and real strength, unless he killed "kill! I'll give you a big bonus Meng Baobao's tender voice resounded all over the battlefield. Those ancient fairies were shocked by the news. The leader was already dead and had no intention of fighting. They were scared by Meng Baobao's voice and were ready to retreat.
Vatican frowned slightly and looked at Mengbao. Suddenly, he felt a strong fluctuation in his own space. He knew that the king of war had stabilized his realm and was conveying the signal of his return!