"Stubborn! In this case, although it's a pity,

we have no choice but to kill him. Killing God Eleven, kill this man." When Master Miaofengxue saw Feng Caichen, who took the initiative to kill him with a sword, he knew that Feng Caichen would rather die than surrender. His face under the cloak instantly became cold and ruthless, and he waved his right hand gently.

"Yes!"

A golden cloaked figure suddenly rushed out, and a terrifying wave of incomparable vastness surged around his body, like a sea of ​​blood and corpses spreading!

This is a golden killing god bathed in blood mandala, codenamed Killing God Eleven, with a powerful cultivation base of the early stage of the Second Tribulation True Lord, and can be said to be the absolute king of the same level!

The blood dagger of the mandala appeared in the hands of Killing God Eleven, and the surrounding void was collapsing, unable to withstand this terrible murderous intent!

"Secret Method Eleven! Golden Stab!"

With a swish, Killing God Eleven disappeared into the void, without leaving even the slightest wave, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, as if he disappeared out of thin air!

But at this moment, Feng Caichen didn't care at all, and killed towards Master Miaofengxue!

...

"No! Still no!"

In the void, Ye Wuque tightly grasped the Life and Death Stone, looking at the Life and Death Stone that had already turned blood red, with an extremely terrifying light in his eyes!

He had searched all around for 100,000 miles, but the Life and Death Stone still had no response.

The golden long rainbow cut through the void, and Ye Wuque did not give up. Suddenly, his figure paused, his brows frowned, as if he heard something!

"Is this... the sound of a waterfall? It's about 150 miles away from here!"

...

"Die!"

A void behind Feng Caichen suddenly tore open, and a blood dagger stabbed out of it, with an extremely fast speed!

Puff!

The mandala blood dagger pierced into Feng Caichen's waist without any hindrance!

At the same time, the figure of the God of Killing 11 flashed out of the void, and a hint of fanaticism and excitement appeared on his dead face under the cloak. Reaping lives is his happiest thing!

However, the next moment, the God of Killing 11 suddenly heard a sword chant!

Then his face suddenly froze, his neck felt cold, and he seemed to see his own body, but it was headless and was constantly bleeding!

In the end, Killing God 11 was completely trapped in eternal darkness. <>

The blood-stained ancient long sword swept across the void, and Feng Caichen's mouth was bleeding, but his face also showed a hint of fanaticism. At this moment, he felt that his life was extremely intense!

Life is intense and wonderful!

With one sword, he killed the Second Tribulation True Lord, which was really a great pleasure!

With a snap!

It seemed as if something in Feng Caichen's body was broken and completely fused, but Feng Caichen could no longer care.

Yin!

The long sword cut through the void and went straight to the young master Miao Fengxue!

"Killing God 12, 13, attack together."

Feeling the sword that Feng Caichen tried his best to cut, the young master Miao Fengxue was not at all confused and spoke in a cold voice. Swish

swish swish!

The two golden killers attacked again, with extremely tricky angles. One of them actually blocked Feng Caichen's sword with his body. It was extremely decisive and ruthless!

Even Feng Caichen's eyes were fixed, and he had never expected it!

Puff!

In an instant, Feng Caichen's back was pierced by another mandala blood dagger!

Puff!

This stab finally completely stirred Feng Caichen's injuries, and they all worsened in an instant, causing him to bleed wildly!

With a clang, the ancient long sword was blown away, and Feng Caichen staggered back, his whole body trembling, and he had completely reached his limit. <>

Miao Fengxue Young Master looked at Feng Caichen, shook his head slowly and said, "You can kill a golden killer god even in such a seriously injured state. Feng Caichen, you are really strong to the limit! If you were intact, perhaps this young master would be afraid of you. What a pity... What a pity... Twelve, send him to the west. Remember, cut his body into pieces, but cut off his head and make it into a Jingguan to commemorate the dead brother."

Whoosh!

Killer God Twelve showed a trace of evil smile, and the mandala blood dagger in his hand cut through the sky and went straight to Feng Caichen!

And the Miao Fengxue Young Master turned and left, never looking at Feng Caichen again.

"Die!"

Looking at the blood-red dagger stabbing at him, Feng Caichen showed a sharp smile at the corner of his mouth, and then an indescribable breath began to riot in his body!

But at the moment when Feng Caichen was about to self-destruct, he suddenly seemed to feel something, and the smile at the corner of his mouth turned into a heartfelt smile!

The expression of the young master Miao Fengxue who turned away suddenly changed under his cloak, and he looked up into the void!

Aww!

A thunderous roar of a real dragon resounded, and then a giant tripod that was a million feet high appeared out of nowhere and suppressed it!

"Is this a divine weapon? Retreat!"

Young Master Miao Fengxue spoke sternly, but he retreated at the first moment!

Boom!

The giant tripod suppressed it, causing the entire waterfall to collapse, and endless water burst, flooding the earth and the sky!

No one noticed that during this process, a piece of jade slip with a flashing light passed through the void. <>

When everything calmed down, the whole place was devastated, as if something earth-shaking had happened!

In the distance, Young Master Miao Fengxue looked fiercely, staring at this place, three golden killing gods tightly surrounded him, and outside were more than seventy silver assassins and bronze killers!

"Damn you! No matter who you are, you will die without a burial place today!"

The voice of the young master Miao Fengxue was extremely cruel, as if there were endless waves of blood surging!

In the center of the ripples, under the steam, a tall and slender voice was looming, supporting another figure.

The clear and cold voice resounded through the endless water vapor in all directions!

"Just you bunch of bastards who have been hiding for a thousand years?"

The mist dissipated, and two figures emerged. Their black martial robes were wet, their thick black hair was draped over their shoulders, their eyes were bright, their faces were calm, and their killing intent was boiling. It was Ye Wuque!

At the critical moment, Ye Wuque finally arrived!

"Brother Feng, can we continue to fight?" h酷匠}.o发

Ye Wuque supported Feng Caichen, who was covered in blood, and asked with a smile.

Feng Caichen smiled dumbly, and his right hand reached out to grab the void. The ancient long sword was immediately captured by him and held in his hand!

"The sword is broken and the person dies. Now the sword is not broken. What do you think, Brother Ye?"

"Okay! Today, the two of us will fight side by side again, live and die together, and kill him until the blood flows into a river! Kill him until the blood waves are surging!"

Ye Wuque laughed, and immediately tore off a large piece of cloth from his martial robe, and then tied Feng Caichen and himself tightly from behind, and finally tied a knot!

Black hair danced wildly, and both Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen laughed loudly, full of pride!

The next moment, Ye Wuque kicked with his right foot, and soared into the sky with Feng Caichen on his back. The golden blood burst out, and the laughter shook the sky!

"You bastards of Bloody Mandala! If you want our lives, come and take them if you dare!"