Originally, in their cognition, once the Eight Gods Qingtian made a move, he would only crush Ye Wuque and the white-clothed swordsman directly like a dead tree and rotten wood, without any surprises!

But now, it is not the case!

But there are also elders of the Eight Gods clan sneering!

"If the clan leader makes a full-strength move, this little beast will have only one way to die! He thought that the clan leader dared not kill him, but there are too many ways to make a person want to live but not to die! The little beast will definitely pay the price, and the clan leader will definitely make him live a life worse than death! "

Yin!

However, at this moment, a clear sword hum suddenly came to the ears of the sneering Eight Gods clan six-layer stepping on the sky elder, like the roar of a wandering dragon, as if coming from the sky!

"Not good!!"

The sneer on the face of the Eight Gods clan elder was instantly replaced by a touch of fear. He felt a strong life and death crisis that was so strong that it was shrouded him, and his hair stood up directly!

"Ah ah ah!"

The elder roared, his whole body lit up with brilliant light, his breath was violent, and he wanted to rush out!

Unfortunately, the gravekeeper who was fighting with him also burst out with all his strength, and held him tightly!

Puff!

The next moment, under the desperate and fearful eyes of the Eight Gods elder, a sword tip pierced through his heart, the sword body and sword light swallowed and spit, and then stirred, the sharp sword energy directly destroyed his heart and extinguished all the vitality in his body!

The body that died with eyes wide open fell powerlessly into the void, and from behind it appeared Feng Caichen, who was wearing fluttering white clothes and had an expressionless face!

"Thank you, Mr. Feng!"

The gravekeeper who was fighting with the Eight Gods elder immediately said this, and then went to support other gravekeepers.

Feng Caichen stood here with a sword in his hand, and his clear and bright eyes looked at the blood-colored emperor picture in the distance that was like a blood-colored flag that broke through the sky and suppressed it to one place. A trace of confidence and sharpness flashed in it!

The long sword hummed softly, and he no longer stopped, turned around, and rushed towards the remaining Eight Gods elders, like a death god who was asking for his life!

At the same time!

The two most terrifying places on the battlefield, in the area filled with the pressure of Tongtian Realm, at this moment, whether it is Yashen Qiu or Yashen Xie, they have already felt the fluctuations of Yashen Qingtian's full-strength attack, and also sensed Ye Wuque's sudden surge in strength. They are puzzled and confused, and even... horrified!

Even as Tongtian Realm, they are still like Yashen Qingtian, unable to figure out what happened to Ye Wuque, how could his strength suddenly increase to the point where he can be on par with Yashen Qingtian!

"Could it be that this is some kind of life-saving secret method that the man left for this little beast? It's not the content of the Summoning God Canon?"

Whether it is Yashen Qiu or Yashen Xie, they are now in their hearts☆

"The only one who can have such a mysterious method to increase the power of the young master to such a level is Senior Miaomiao!"

Boom!

At this moment, Yashen Qingtian's bloody emperor picture finally arrived!

Seeing this bloody and violent punch that showed the might of the Nine-fold Heaven-Stepping, Ye Wuque had no expression on his face. The bloody emperor picture was reflected in his bright and cold eyes, and a faint voice resounded.

"Not a bad punch."

Above the void, the Eight Gods Qingtian, who seemed to have descended like a god, saw that Ye Wuque not only did not show any fear, but instead praised his punch.

That feeling was like a Nine-day dragon praising a loach.

This immediately made the anger in the heart of the Eight Gods Qingtian jump to the limit!

"Who are you? You really dare to show off in front of me! You ignorant little dog!"

The tone of the Eight Gods Qingtian was like a knife, but his eyes trembled immediately, because he saw that Ye Wuque also clenched his five fingers, turned his right palm into a fist, and then punched towards the void, towards his bloody emperor picture!

In an instant, Yashen Qingtian was waiting with a serious look, and the bloody emperor picture rolled up, as if it turned into a rolled-up armor, protecting himself while pressing towards Ye Wuque like a big millstone!

Obviously, Yashen Qingtian had already regarded Ye Wuque as a great enemy of the same level from the bottom of his heart, and did not dare to be careless at all, ready to resist Ye Wuque's punch!

The bloody emperor picture was surging endlessly, and the bloody and ruthless fist force was like an ancient torrent that crushed the ten directions and destroyed everything!

But then, Yashen Qingtian's eyes were slightly stunned, because he suddenly found that after Ye Wuque blasted this punch, there was no change in the void in front of him!

It seemed that Ye Wuque's punch was just a show, pretending, without any substantial power!

Extremely surprised, Yashen Qingtian even carefully checked the void in front of him several times, but still did not find any breath, and Ye Wuque, at this moment, slowly retracted his fist and stood, looking at him expressionlessly, as if he didn't care at all.

The two people's eyes collided with the void, and seemed to fall into a strange silence!

"Hahahahahahaha...I see!"

Suddenly, Yagami Qingtian laughed wildly, and his laughter was full of sarcasm and contempt, and even contempt!

"Little dog, I thought you were really capable! It turns out you are just a golden shell with rotten cotton inside. You are pretending to be an elephant here with garlic stuck in your pig nose!" "

I knew that there was no secret method that could make an ant-like thing reach my level! Your ridiculous attack couldn't even take shape, and it was directly annihilated by my blood-colored emperor picture!"

Yagami Qingtian's words full of contempt and sarcasm eased the continuous explosion of laughter, and endless malice emerged in his cold eyes!

"Waste thing, even if you are covered with a dazzling layer of skin, you are still just a... waste! There will be no change!"