Dragon Prince Yuan

Boom!

At that moment, there were countless strong source gas columns rising, only behind Jimo, and a figure rising up, the same group of saints they led.

“Kill all these pigs directly.” Wetuo's faint way.

“Kill!”

Thousands of the mighty saints, suddenly blind to the battlefield, were filled with cruelty and slaughter. In their eyes, the race of these other heavens was nothing but the cattle they had slaughtered.

They are the saints, the masters of the kingdom of heaven!

Boom!

The holy clan flew out in a raging whistle and rushed directly into the battlefield in an extremely barbaric manner.

And with the arrival of the Saints, the battlefield changed dramatically almost instantaneously.

The scene of the instant collapse of the Allied Coalition Army and the constant fall of a figure from the sky is particularly tragic.

The great rivers that run through the Grand Canyon all turn dark red at this time.

On the part of the Allied Army, a face of despair showed at this time, some people lost courage, emotional breakdown rushed towards the Holy Nation team, shouting out for surrender.

But what greeted them was the saint's mercilessly sweeping flood of gas.

A shadow was strangled directly into blood.

Chu Qing looked at the scene, holding his ten fingers tightly, he looked down at one of the battlefields, where Li Qingchan led the disciple of Qianxuanzong, his eyes touched Li Qingchan against them, then he took a deep breath, facing the fleeing coalition, and went up against the flow of people.

He knew that at this time, if no one stood up and broke, then the Allied Coalition Army would come to an end.

People rushed backwards, while Chu Qing was alone.

That scene looked particularly sad.

Li Qingchan and the other Xuanzheng disciples were also red-eyed at this time, and some female disciples cried low.

A green smoke condensed behind Chu Qing's body, Mu Wuxi revealed his figure.

“I can't let you die alone.” He sighed, "he said.

“Brother Chu Qing, and us! ”

Some of the late days of the sky and yang realm of the Xuanzheng sect also came, and fell behind Chu Qing. Their divine colors were resolute, and they were willing to die.

Chu Qing nodded softly, did not speak, just moved forward.

At this time, the top and stronger of the other five holy sects of the Ao Xuan Sect finally understood Chu Qing's intentions, so they were slightly silent. After giving a brief account of the other disciples beside them, the figure began to appear behind Chu Qing.

They understand that there is always a need for someone to come forward.

And Chu Qing dared to stand up, the five holy sects of the Xuan Sect. Is there no one else?

As such, Chu Qing led the most elite disciples of Xuan Tian to the team of the Holy Palace and the Holy Nation as the tide flowed.

Li Xuan looked at the scene and said, "This is a very bloody scene, Chu Qing, do you really think you can make a difference after such a break? ”

Chu Qing never answered. On his luminous head, there was a faint source of gas flashing. The next moment, his hair began to grow, as if it were a black cape, as if it were a thousand black thorns, and the wind was light.

“Li Xuan, not everyone likes to be a dog like you at the Holy Palace.” Chu Qingfaint way.

“After kneeling carefully for a long time, I couldn't stand up. ”

Li Xuan's face was gloomy, but instead of talking to him, a palm came out of the back and patted him on the shoulder.

Just as Jimo crossed Li Xuan, he looked at Chu Qing and smiled with a playful smile: "That's very bony... but my favorite thing is to break the bones of a bony pig like you. ”

“Since you don't like to kneel, crawl on the ground like a crawler forever. ”

His eyes swept through Chu Qing with a smile, and the elite disciples in the sky behind him said: “I can give others a chance, and if I catch him, I can save his life. ”

His finger, pointed at Chu Qing.

Yet no one answered, and their eyes were cold and firm on Jimo.

Those who are able to make up their minds to stay with Chu Qing at this time are naturally ready to die. They just want to stop each other for a moment, so that the disciples behind them can have more time to escape.

When Jimo saw no one move, the smile in the corner of his mouth had to be brighter and he shook his head.

“A bunch of stupid pigs, so...”

“Kill them all. ”

He waved gently.

Boom!

Behind it, the team of the Holy Palace and the Holy Nation burst into shock, and the next moment, like the tide, erupted.

The noise, such as the cloud cover, brings a death breath.

Chu Qing looked at the vast number of people and horses that had surfaced. He took a deep breath and shouted vigorously: “To die for Xuan Tian! ”

“For the sake of heaven, die! ”

“Go to hell! ”

“... ”

A roar rang and rang.

The next moment, Chu Qing and Ma took the lead, the shadow burst out, the face was determined, no more laziness of the past.

Behind that, Li Qingchan and many other Xuanzheng disciples looked sad. Even if they were to turn around and flee, they could not waste the time they had earned for them with their lives.

Boom!

However, at this moment, in the far reaches of the sky, there is a sudden bursting sound.

The sound grew louder and louder, eventually rolling like a thunderbolt, sweeping from afar.

The whole Grand Canyon seems to be trembling slightly.

Suddenly, both sides of the battlefield were surprised, and then all eyes looked in the direction of the sky with suspicion.

In the next moment, the eyes of countless people shrink suddenly.

Because they saw, on that day, a light emerged that covered the sky, swept past the sky, and the momentum was so immense that it was not lost to the Holy Nation in front of them.

“What is this?”

Li Qingchan and many other Xuantian disciples stared at the sudden appearance of a strange army. At this time, the scalp hid some chestnuts.

Chu Qing's shadow also forcibly paused. He looked at the large force rapidly coming in the direction in the distance. The pounding momentum and the source pressure emitted would certainly not be an ordinary force.

I just don't know. Is he an enemy or a friend?

Jimo looked at the raging light in the distance. His eyebrows were also wrinkled. His face became a little cold and his voice was no weaker than that of them.

He took the previous step and his faint voice echoed like thunder: "I am Jimo, the temple of the Holy Spirit, who is coming?! ”

His voice, like a real sound wave, diffuses in the void, causing the void to oscillate.

And in that myriad of suspicious gaze, that large force from the sky was also forming a formation, dispersed from the void.

The large army there separated a path and then came out with a long, young figure.

When that figure walked out, Li Qingchan's long sword was full of shock when he fell out of his hand.

Li Junjun, Zhen Wang, Ning Wu three people also looked there somewhat faintly, the latter two even rubbed their eyes.

“We're not blind, are we?” Rather murmur.

“That man, he seems a little like...”

But in addition to them, more people are still a little confused. After all, Zhou Yuan left the sky for many years, who can remember his appearance besides some who are familiar with him.

So the shock they showed to Li Qingchan, Li Junjun and others was more of a mist.

But their doubts didn't last long, because when that young figure in the distant sky came out, his bland voice with a sense of oppression had echoed.

“Mixed Heaven, Heavenly Abyss...”

“Son of the Xuan Sect, Zhou Yuan is here! ”