A palm shot out and landed heavily on the chest of the Holy Son of Heaven. Blood spurted out like a waterfall.

With a painful groan, the body of the Holy Son of Heaven flew out and crashed onto the ground.

After suffering heavy losses one after another, the Holy Son of Tianzhu became the first person to be eliminated from this war.

Then, the Chunjun sword fell from the sky.

Li Ziye held the sword and slashed it down.

"Bah."

The sound of tearing clothes was heard, and blood splattered on the chest of Holy Son Tianqiong. Unfortunately, Li Ziye chose Holy Son Tianzhu as his first target, so at the last moment, he retreated in embarrassment.

Li Ziye frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

It's so fast to hide.

It's a pity that I couldn't take advantage of the opportunity to deal with the poor Holy Son of Heaven.

However, in the end, the most restrained person in the Infinite Chaos Book is only the Holy Son of Tianzhu, and he deserves to be so unlucky.

Outside the battle.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were shocked.

In just a blink of an eye, the situation was completely reversed. No one understood what exactly happened at that moment.

Why, the offensives of the two holy sons of Tianzhu and Tianqiong did not work.

Even the Chaos Infinite Book, at the moment when there was insufficient recovery, could not resolve the offensive of the two saints.

Why!

At the finish line, a bright smile appeared on Xiang Yunfei's pale face.

Success!

"What's going on?"

In the deepest part of the land of Fengyuan, the heads of the three sects of Tiantao, Tianqian and Tianzhu recovered from the shock and looked at the two Tianhun sect leaders beside them.

"Brother."

An unconcealable smile flashed across Yao Tianchuan's beautiful face and he said, "Success!"

"Um."

Yao Tianhun nodded, his expression full of relief.

What a great boy!

Finally, it was not in vain that he fell so many times and broke so many tables, chairs and pillars.

"Now, you two are the only ones left!"

Everyone was watching. In the battle scene, Li Ziye raised his sword, pointed at the two saints in front of him, and sneered, "The so-called saints are just mediocre!"

While speaking, Li Ziye forcefully swallowed the blood in his mouth.

Uncle, are those senior brothers and sisters preparing to celebrate the New Year in the formation? They haven't come out yet!

If he kept dilly-dallying, he couldn't hold it any longer.

Do you really think that he is made of iron? If you touch him head-on a few times, he will be lifted!

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Chapter completed!