Chapter 917

One party is killed on the spot!

Such a scene is undoubtedly shocking.

Those who are more astonishing are those who kill the Supreme People on that side. They are not the stronger ones at a higher level, but the same realm as the supreme martial saint.

But in that white shirt youth to do, all this understatement.

Peihua, the supreme of Haoyang, didn't help the green robed man.

On the contrary, the first time he recognized the white boy, he turned around and left!

Even Yan Zhaoge, Fu ting and sun seal are not paying attention.

But although Pei Hua fled at once, the young man in white didn't let him go. He cut off the sword from afar, and the white sword spirit immediately chased Pei Hua behind.

Pei Hua said angrily, "long Xueji, if you dare to come here, there will be a powerful emperor in Xianting who will kill you!"

The jade crown in white, the young man like long Xueji said casually, "the emperor from a foreign background can't cut me."

When the sword fell, the golden Dayton was dark and the sun was low.

Long Xueji takes a step forward and is a sword.

The sun completely annihilated, and the void turned into darkness again.

In Pei Hua's miserable groan, one arm was cut off.

At the fracture of his wound, the white sword Qi shrouded. The injury was not only uncontrollable, but also continued to spread.

The white sword Qi rose along the wound, making Pei Hua's broken arm more broken and annihilated, further threatening himself.

Long Xueji raised his sword for the third time.

Seeing Pei Hua's death, there suddenly appear many golden flowers in the void, forming a sea of flowers.

The Golden Flower blocks the white sword Qi. The dragon and snow are silent and frown slightly.

Pei Hua was ecstatic.

Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting both felt a shock in their hearts and felt a strong will coming to this side of the void.

More powerful than Pei Hua.

That's the momentum that belongs to the strong one who has opened the immortal gate!

Across the gap between human beings and immortals, it has become the body of immortals, but it re performs the world and descends to the mortal world.

"You are not slow." Although a little surprised, but not panic.

He glanced at Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting, and shook his head slightly. Suddenly, there was a red light on his body. People had disappeared in the void, as if they had never appeared.

The Dragon Snow silence disappears, so does the golden flower.

"Have you chased the man named long Xueji?" Yan Zhaoge's heart is deep.

He felt that before long Xueji left, he glanced at himself and Fu ting. The emotion in his eyes was somewhat regretful.

Contact long Xueji to know herself and Fu ting. Yan Zhaoge feels that if the Xianting Emperor didn't show up, long Xueji might have something to say to herself.

Though extremely fierce, he has no malice to himself.

Just now, long Xue left in silence. He was not afraid of the emperor Xianting, but wanted to go to another place to fight, so as not to affect Yan Zhaoge and others.

Yan Zhaoge thought in his heart, but he didn't stay in the same place. Instead, he asked Fu ting to leave together.

But in front of me, the golden sun was shining again.

Pei Hua's face is not good. He looks at Yan Zhaoge and her coldly: "if you want to leave like this, would you like to simplify things?"

Yan Zhaoge looked at Peihua's wound at the broken arm with a funny look: "the wound caused by Jue Xianjian is not easy to cure. No one will help you. You will be disabled all your life."

"You don't find a place to heal now, do you want to start with us?"

Pei Hua said coldly, "it's really hard to capture you two alive, but it's no big deal to kill you."

He looked at his wound, but there was not much resentment in his eyes, but more sighs: "it is in your outlaw martial arts that long Xueji should be one of the top martial arts experts of the supreme martial saint, right?"

"I'm not his opponent, but someone can take care of him."

Pei Hua turned to Yan Zhaoge and said, "just as Shang Jun and Yang Chong are not your opponents, I can catch and kill you."

Say this, Pei Hua clenched his fist and directly hit Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting!

As soon as he started, at the other side of the broken arm, the white sword suddenly burst again!

The wound has almost spread to the shoulder.

Pei Hua's face was paler, but his face was cold and unmoved: "it's no use if you have a sun seal. No matter how talented you are, if you don't go to Xianqiao, the sun seal is also a pearl covered with dust and doesn't show enough power."

He is in the form of Haori fist, powerful and matchless, destroying the sky and destroying the earth, and instantly reaches the top of Yan Zhaoge's head.

Yan Zhaoge laughed and said, "don't worry, don't worry."

"If it's the highest martial Saint passed down by other sects, it's just that you cultivate the Haoyang Scripture."

Yan Zhaoge's smile became cold: "so, don't just stare at the sun, Yan has a better baby waiting for you."

In the sound of the dragon, a palace suddenly appeared.

The gate of the palace is open. In the dark void of the palace, there is a hazy glow that is not bright or dark, which is hard to describe.

In the brilliance, it is a huge iron wheel.

There are twelve holes in the iron wheel, which rotate slowly with the iron wheel.

This thing only exists there, operates quietly according to its own pace, does not interfere with everything around it, nor is it shaken by other things.

However, touched by the fist intention of Peihua, the supreme of Haoyang, the iron wheel suddenly vibrated!

Pei Hua was shocked at first, but felt the power mood in the iron wheel, and suddenly his face changed dramatically!

He was furious: "emperor Youming, Yin Tianxia!"

In the history of Haoyang palace, the first and only emperor of Haoyang who opened the door of immortals, fell down because of Yin Tianxia.

The emperor Haoyang was one of the many opponents Yin Tianxia faced in the last battle of his life when he came to Xianting.

Its special artistic conception of power, and its unique and powerful wish of power, are stimulating the great Youming wheel.

One of the main materials of the great Youming wheel is Yin Tianxia's own body.

To a certain extent, the last will is retained.

At ordinary times, the big Youming wheel, which Yan Zhaoge can't urge, was inspired by Peihua's fist idea, but suddenly moved.

In the endless darkness, the brilliance rises to block Peihua's holy fist of Haori.

The powerful anti shock force shakes Pei Hua's body. On the other side of his shoulder, the wound is further cracked!

Pei Hua stares at Yan Zhaoge: "so you are the descendant of Yin Tianxia!"

Yan Zhaoge sneers: "if that one didn't appear just now and you're not seriously injured, I'm going to figure out how to retreat safely, but now..."

He holds up the sun seal and smashes it at Peihua!

"Now, what I'm planning is to behead the supreme!"

Pei Hua said angrily, "it's up to you?!"

He wanted to withdraw his hand.

But the big Youming wheel turned at this moment.

The light is scattered and the darkness is sweeping.

Pei Hua can't even accept the move. His fist is firmly attracted by the power of the big Youming wheel!

At present, the great Youming wheel has not been completed, and its strength is far from the level of immortal soldiers.

But Pei Hua was seriously injured and couldn't break away for a while.

Seeing the sun's imprint hit, Pei Hua's eyes and mouth were drinking heavily, and his whole body was shining with endless radiance. He quickly built a golden palace around his body.

The palace resisted, and the sun seal could not hurt him temporarily.

The two sides fell into a stalemate.

But Pei Hua snorts!

The white sword Qi at the wound continued to spread, the flesh and blood of his whole shoulder had also disintegrated, and the wound continued to expand!