Some can even last for several days or even dozens of days, and can maintain a transformation state during the battle.

"Boom!!"

The Holy Lord Mo Heng was on all sides, as if he had been a ghost beast. He ran up wildly and attacked and killed the two of them.

Ten-soul Luo Qi also held a long sword in his hand, and the Xuanyin Phoenix Wings spread out behind him, and the Xuanyin Phoenix Fire burned again.

The momentum of both of them suddenly increased.

Luo Qingfan's face changed. Such a momentum was so terrifying. Wuheng blocked the attacks of the two. Even if Wuheng was not dead, he would be seriously injured!

"Wuheng! I and you..."

Luo Qingfan's words are not over yet.

Wuheng had already taken one step and stepped out first, and was the first to face the attacks of Mo Heng Saint Lord and Ten Soul Luo Qi.

Luo Qingfan gritted his teeth and held the sword in his hand tightly, but still couldn't catch up.

At this time, he could not hesitate at all.

"The Holy Realm of Heavenly Buddha, the Futu Qingtian Tower!" Wu Heng's eyes burst out with two huge golden lights, extremely dazzling.

Only a loud bang was heard, a huge pagoda fell.

Wuheng held the eight Buddhas and suppressed the space with his hands, and together with the Holy Buddha's Heavenly Wheel, formed the ultimate defense.

He had to block the attacks of the two and create opportunities for Luo Qingfan.

Otherwise, he will lose.

Wuheng's face was cold. Facing the full-strength attack of Mo Heng Holy Lord and Ten Soul Luo Qi, there was no fear on his face.

Luo Qingfan's eyes turned into blood, and the sword edge was as cold as the ice of the Nine Abyss.

Wuheng fought to death to create opportunities for him.

How could he lose?

"The demon is so powerful!"

Luo Qingfan's body thundered, his essence and blood burned, and his eyes turned blood red. He suddenly activated the taboo power of the demon body refining.

With Luo Qingfan's current strength, it is extremely difficult to support the power of taboos.

But he could only fight to the death!

Without the strongest move, they have no chance of winning.

"Swish--!"

Luo Qingfan's body was covered with blood. Because the powerful demon power surged in, blood continued to overflow from his body. Even the powerful demon body refining was already on the verge of collapse.

"Wuji Sword!"

Luo Qingfan's sword appeared horizontally, and the gorgeous sword shadows were constantly intertwined!

The sword came out and the void shook. In this sword, all the power of Luo Qingfan was poured into it, and it had reached the extreme that he could reach!

If this sword falls, you will be defeated if you cannot win.

On the other side, the attacks of the Ten-Soul Luo Qi and the Holy Lord Mo Heng have merged into one, turning into an extremely powerful attack, hitting Wuheng's Pagoda.

"boom!!!"

Under heavy pressure, the Holy Buddha's Heavenly Wheel and the defense of the Buddha Tower collapsed together. Wuheng's throat became sweet and a mouthful of red blood spurted out of his throat.

The terrifying explosion, the center of Hanyan Ancient Mountain was sunk!

Under heavy pressure, Wuheng's internal organs were approaching their limits and were almost about to collapse.

It should be noted that the Ten-Soul Luo Qi and the Holy Lord Mo Heng are slightly larger than Luo Qingfan and Wu Heng, and their cultivation level is half a level smaller than theirs.

Although it is only half a level, the genius confronts a slight mistake can make a huge mistake.

Moreover, both of them are from divine powers, and they have no shortage of cultivation resources since childhood, and their foundation is quite solid.

It is not that easy to bear the joint attack of the two of them, and it is not an ordinary attack?

Buddha is in charge of the dynasty!

When Wuheng was approaching his limit, Wuheng still ignored the damage of the meridians and internal organs in his body, and forced his exercises to bridge the broken Futu Tower and the Heavenly Buddha Holy Wheel, and forced his support.

"kill!"

The next moment, Luo Qingfan arrived. He shouted angrily, his arms were covered in blood.

The power he was circulating was too huge, even the body of his demon body was a little unbearable. Countless blood vessels on his arms shattered, causing blood to continue to overflow.

This sword has far exceeded the power that Luo Qingfan could have exploded in the past.

Luo Qingfan's sword in his hand made a harsh dragon roar, as if an angry dragon was about to rush out of the sword!

The Wuji Sword is Luo Qingfan's ultimate killing move. It was the first time he used this move today.

Xuanyin's sea of ​​fire and Mo Heng's attack were cut directly by Luo Qingfan's sword.

Luo Qingfan also went for this sword toward the Ten-Soul Luo Qi.

Ten-soul Luo Qi and Mo Heng Saint Lord are more dangerous. As long as they can seriously injure Ten-soul Luo Qi, he can hold Mo Heng Saint Lord, and then let Wu Heng recover first.

After Wuheng recovers a little, the two of them join forces to defeat the Holy Lord Mo Heng.

With a sword, he slashed the heart of the Ten-Soul Luo Qi. Luo Qingfan wanted to separate the Holy Lord Mo Heng and Ten-Soul Luo Qi first!

"This kind of trick is enough once. Do you really think you can succeed the second time!" Ten-soul Luo Qi smiled coldly.

At this moment, the Ten-Soul Luo Qi turned into a phantom and retreated a few steps, and stepped forward at the Holy Lord Mo Heng, blocking the Ten-Soul Luo Qi.

On the back of Holy Lord Mo Heng, terrifying bone spurs began to grow wildly, like more than a dozen sharp swords!

"Bang bang bang!!"

The bone spurs behind Holy Lord Mo Heng collided with the sword light, and the bone spurs kept shattering.

The sword light poured down madly towards the back of Holy Lord Mo Heng.

Holy Lord Mo Heng knew very well that if the Ten-Soul Luo Qi was seriously injured, he would be doomed. His defense was stronger than that of the Ten-Soul Luo Qi. He had to fight hard to block the attack of the sword with the Ten-Soul Luo Qi.

However, the power of this sword is much stronger than the Holy Lord Mo Heng imagined.

How could this miscellaneous fragment of Panhuang’s ancient world erupt such a terrible attack?

The tearing pain spread from his back, and the Holy Lord Mo Heng let out a low roar. Together with the Ten-Soul Luo Qi, he moved the Nether Ghost Energy to the extreme, and used a series of holy techniques to resist the sword.

"Boom boom boom!"

With one sword, the entire Hanyan Ancient Mountain was shaking constantly, as if it was about to collapse!

And the True Saints around who were close to watching the battle were all dispersed by this force.

At the beginning, both sides would choose the battle location here because the Hanyan Ancient Mountain environment was special.

But unexpectedly, even the ancient mountain of Hanyan could not bear it.

The monks watching the battle on both sides were extremely shocked.

Xiu's death in the ancient world of Panhuang was shocked by the fact that the genius of the Nether Ghost Clan was so terrible that under the attack of Luo Qingfan with such a terrifying sword, he could actually hold it tightly.

The saints of the Nether Ghost Clan also looked solemn. These two guys from the Human Clan are really not simple, no wonder they become worlds!

It is indeed not easy to get such a genius in a waste world.

What is the result?

The four-person confrontation caused the rules of the Holy Dao to be disordered. For a moment, the true saints present could not see clearly what the situation on the battlefield was.

The saints urged their holy eyes to look into the center of the battlefield.

I saw that Luo Qingfan supported the long sword in his hand with one hand, and the sword had been dyed bloody.

He half-kneeled on the ground, his body was covered in blood. At this moment, blood was still dripping from his forehead.

The momentum on his body has been exhausted.

And behind him, about a hundred feet away, Wuheng's holy energy of protecting his body had completely shattered and shattered.

Above the mountain, there are broken pagodas and Buddha lights.

He held the long stick in his hand and still stood still.

But it can still be seen that Wuheng's condition is very poor, with blood constantly dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his internal injuries are even more serious.

Wuheng's meridians were already in a mess.

Several ferocious cracks appeared in the internal organs, and it was hard to fight again.

"Senior Brother Qingfan!"

"Master Wuheng!"

The true saints of the ancient Panhuang realm felt a little nervous when they saw this scene.

But strangely, there was no shadow of Ten Soul Luo Qi and Mo Heng Shengjun on the mountain. Where did these two go?
To be continued...