Nine Hundred and Sixteenth. Beheading the Supreme

One of the supreme beings was beheaded on the spot!

Such a scene is undoubtedly shocking and earth-shattering.

What is even more shocking is that the person who beheaded the Supreme of that side was not a powerhouse of a higher level, but the realm of the same Supreme Martial Saint.

But when the boy in white shirt did it, all of this was an understatement.

Haoyang Supreme, Pei Hua, did not step forward to help the green robed man.

On the contrary, the moment he recognized the boy in white shirt, he turned around and left!

Even Yan Zhaoge, Fu Ting and Sun Yin ignored it.

It's just that although Pei Hua ran away immediately, the young man in white shirt didn't let him go, he slashed out with a sword, and the white sword energy chased behind Pei Hua in an instant.

Pei Hua said bitterly: "Long Xueji, if you dare to come here, there will be a powerful emperor in my fairy court to kill you!"

Long Xueji, who looked like a young man in white clothes and jade crown, said casually: "The great emperor who came from heretics can't kill me."

A sword fell, and the golden sun suddenly dimmed, and the sun was setting in the west.

Long Xueji took a step forward and made another sword strike.

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

Amidst Pei Hua's miserable snort, one arm was cut off.

Where his wound was broken, white sword energy was lingering. Not only was the injury uncontrollable, but it continued to spread.

The white sword energy rose along the wound, causing more flesh and blood to shatter and annihilate Pei Hua's severed arm, further threatening him continuously.

Long Xueji raised the long sword in his hand for the third time.

Seeing that Pei Hua could only close his eyes and wait for death, golden flowers suddenly appeared in the void, forming a sea of ​​flowers.

Jin Hua blocked the white sword energy, Long Xueji frowned slightly upon seeing this.

Pei Hua was ecstatic.

Both Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting were shocked, feeling an extremely powerful will descending on this void.

Even stronger than Pei Hua.

That is the aura that belongs to the strong who have already pushed through the fairy gate!

Crossing the gap between human beings and immortals, he has become a real immortal, but he re-enters the world and descends from the mortal world.

"You're not slow." Seeing this, Long Xueji was a little surprised, but not flustered.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting, shook his head slightly, a red light flashed on his body, and they had disappeared in the void in front of him, as if they had never appeared before.

Long Xueji disappeared, and the golden flowers also disappeared.

"Did you go after that person named Long Xueji?" Yan Zhaoge pondered in his heart.

He felt that Long Xueji glanced at himself and Fu Ting before leaving, and the emotion in his eyes was vaguely regretful.

Contacting Long Xueji to get to know himself and Fu Ting, Yan Zhaoge felt that if the Great Immortal Court Emperor hadn't appeared, Long Xueji might have something to say to him.

Although extremely fierce, he didn't look malicious to himself.

Just now when Long Xueji left, it wasn't because he was afraid of the Immortal Emperor, but because he wanted to start the war in a different place, so as not to affect Yan Zhaoge and others.

While Yan Zhaoge was thinking, he didn't continue to stay where he was, but called Fu Ting to leave together.

But in front of him, the golden sun shines again.

Pei Hua's expression was unkind, and he stared at Yan Zhaoge and the two coldly: "If you just want to leave like this, you're making things simple, don't you?"

Yan Zhaoge looked at the wound on Pei Hua's severed arm with some amusement: "The wound caused by the Juexian Sword is not easy to heal. No one will help you. You will be disabled for the rest of your life."

"If you don't find a place to heal your injuries now, do you still want to fight with us?"

Pei Hua said coldly: "I'm afraid it's really difficult to capture the two of you alive, but it's not a problem to kill you."

He looked at his wound, and there wasn't much resentment in his eyes, it was more sighing: "Even among you heretic fighters, Long Xueji should be one of the top fighters among the Supreme Martial Saints, right?"

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

Pei Hua turned to look at Yan Zhaoge and the two: "Just as Shang Jun and Yang Chong are not your opponents, I can capture and kill you."

Having said that, Pei Hua clenched his fist and directly called Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting!

As soon as he moved his hand, at the broken arm on the other side,

The white sword energy suddenly burst out again!

The wound has spread almost to the shoulder.

Pei Hua's face turned even paler, but his expression was stern, unmoved: "It's useless for you to have the Sun Seal, no matter how talented you are, if you don't climb the Immortal Bridge, the Sun Seal will be like a pearl covered in dust, and it won't show enough power."

He used the Haori Divine Fist, which was unparalleled in might and power, destroying heaven and earth, and instantly reached the top of Yan Zhaoge's head.

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

"It's fine if it's the Supreme Martial Saint inherited from another sect, but you practice the Haoyang Scripture."

Yan Zhaoge's smile became cold: "Since that's the case, don't just stare at the sun seal, Yan has better treasures waiting for you."

Amid the dragon chant, a palace suddenly appeared.

The gate of the palace opened, and in the dark void in the palace, there was a hazy light that was neither bright nor dark, which was indescribable.

In the brilliance, there is a huge iron wheel.

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

The thing just exists there, running at its own pace, quietly, without interfering with anything around it or being disturbed by other things.

However, being touched by Haoyang Supreme Pei Hua's fist, the iron wheel suddenly shook!

Pei Hua was stunned at first, but when he felt the artistic conception of power in the iron wheel, his expression changed dramatically!

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

The first and only Emperor Haoyang in the history of Haoyang Palace who pushed open the immortal gate, fell because of Yin Tianxia in the past.

That Emperor Haoyang was one of the many opponents that Yin Tianxia faced in the last battle of his life when he came to the realm of Immortal Court.

Its special artistic conception of power, and the unique and powerful aura of wishing power are all stimulating the Dayou Minglun.

One of the main materials of the Dayou Minglun is Yin Tianxia's own body.

To a certain extent, the last will is preserved.

The Great Nether Minglun, which Yan Zhaoge couldn't move normally, suddenly started to move when it was stimulated by Pei Hua's fist at this moment.

In the endless darkness, the brilliance rose, forcibly blocking Pei Hua's Haori Divine Fist.

The powerful counter-shock force shook Pei Hua's body, and the wound on the other shoulder exploded further!

Pei Hua stared at Yan Zhaoge: "So you are the descendant of Yin Tianxia!"

Yan Zhaoge sneered: "If that person didn't show up just now, if you weren't seriously injured, I was thinking about how to retreat safely, but now..."

Holding up the sun seal in his hand, he threw it on Pei Hua's head!

"Now, what I plan to do is to kill the Supreme!"

Pei Hua shouted angrily: "It's up to you?!"

He wanted to take back his palm.

But at this moment, the Great Youming Wheel turned.

The brilliance scattered, and the boundless darkness swept across.

Pei Hua couldn't stop his move, his fist was forcibly sucked by the power of the Dayou Minglun!

The Dayou Minglun has not yet been completed, and its power is far from reaching the level of a fairy soldier.

But under Pei Hua's serious injury, he couldn't break free for a while.

Seeing the sun seal falling down, Pei Hua shouted loudly, and the endless radiance shone all over his body, quickly building a golden palace around his body.

Under the resistance of the palace, the sun seal could not hurt him temporarily.

The two sides reached a stalemate.

But Pei Hua let out a muffled groan!

The white sword energy at the wound continued to spread, and the flesh and blood on his entire shoulder had also disintegrated, and the wound continued to expand! (to be continued...)

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