The twelve Gods of War in the Temple of War have all stepped into the dark demonic atmosphere, experienced the transformation of their souls into beasts, and sharpened their minds.

Therefore, he was once again eroded by the dark demonic energy, but the time he was in it was very short, the amount of erosion was relatively small, and he recovered in just one or two breaths.

"You despicable fellow!"

The white-robed immortal roared angrily.

But what greeted him was Ying Ziye who swung his sword to kill him.

A sword from heaven and earth!

The elders of the soldiers also came to entangle themselves, and tightly restrained Dugu Wuji, preventing him from getting close to the two of them.

Bang!

The sweeping monk was violently blown away.

Facing the two land gods Guihe Kongming and Yiyijing, they are simply invincible.

The elder soldier immediately stepped in to help the sweeping monk, and at the same time attacked the one-page scripture.

The battlefield is chaotic and chaotic!

Seeing Xuanyuan Sword fall down.

There was a trace of fear in the eyes of the white-robed immortal, and he hurriedly resisted.

The long sword was blocked in front of him, and he swung it thousands of times in an instant, turning it into a sword net!

The sword net covered the sky and the earth. Facing the Xuanyuan Sword, it burst out with silvery white light and sword energy soared into the sky.

Miso miso miso!

Clang Clang Clang!

Gold and iron jingle.

However, Ying Ziye's combat power soared when he transformed into a dragon. The sword of heaven and earth was even more powerful, full of the domineering majesty of a king, and the Xuanyuan sword was extremely sharp.

It is far from being like a magical weapon that can be resisted.

Click, click!

Cracks appeared on the sharp sword in the hand of the white-robed immortal, and it exploded, with countless sharp edges shooting out.

Bang bang!

It fell on Ying Ziye, destroying the Gang Qi and leaving blood marks on the dragon scales.

"die!"

Ying Ziye spoke calmly and announced the fate of the White-robed Immortal.

Puff!

Xuanyuan Sword cut off the long sword and quickly fell towards the neck of the white-robed immortal.

Under the cold and biting sword light, the white-robed immortal looked frightened. He turned around quickly to avoid it, but was greeted by an ominous look on his face...

Blood splattered on Ying Ziye's face.

"Pooh!"
Chapter completed!