Crack, Crack, Crack!

After the continuous sounds, the black hole that had once swallowed everything and shattered with a bang.

Countless black winds rippled out with ripples that kept swinging.

There is a sadness between heaven and earth.

Bang!

Luo Zhen's body was blasted thousands of miles away again, but this time he did not stop. In the flashing, he had reached the hundreds of miles of the Holy Lord. The dragon axe flashed with dazzling golden light, and then turned into a terrifying dragon, and grabbed the Holy Lord with its teeth and claws.

This speed is obviously very fast, but in the eyes of the Holy Lord, it crawled like a snail.

He shook his head and said, "If it were a real dragon clan, I would be a little afraid, but unfortunately it was just a dragon soul."

However, perhaps because he was tired of this boring game, the Holy Lord's immortal power poured into his right arm, his right hand merged into a knife, and suddenly cut it out.

In an instant, a terrifying wind blade thousands of feet wide was emitted from his right arm and slashed madly on the dragon axe.

A shocking roar sounded!

The golden axe light broke inch by inch and dispersed with a bang, but the Holy Lord's wind blade did not stop, and still roared and slashed out frantically.

Luo Zhen was shocked and held the handle of the axe with both hands, and the power of the Crazy Ba continued to slash out.

Thousand axes slash!

Ninety-nine hundred and ninety-nine axe lights suddenly slashed on the extremely huge wind blade, and a harsh friction sound appeared in the void.

Although Luo Zhen gave his all, he still couldn't stop the terrifying wind blade.

His body was severely cut, and the bright red blood mixed with broken pieces of meat flew out of the sword. His whole body was cut open, and a shocking red appeared.

Seventy-two transformations of blood rebirth!

Luo Zhen's body instantly returned to normal, but his face turned pale and his body kept trembling, which was obviously greatly hurt.

The Holy Lord nodded in admiration. He was more and more appreciating the human race in front of him. Even the Half-Step Path Ancestor would definitely die under his Sky-Slaying Blade, but the other party was only seriously injured in his vitality.

But the Holy Clan didn't say anything, and the human race in front of him would never be able to compete with the Holy Clan.

Although Luo Zhen's face was pale, he was full of unyielding fighting spirit, especially in his black pupils, it contained a kind of fighting spirit that would never end. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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