Chapter 474 (1/2)

In the city of Bihai, a group of strong people joined hands to attack, so that Yang Quan Jing and Bihai invisible sword were the center, zhutianfu and Yunliu magic sword were the auxiliary, and the old man of painting holy ink coordinated and promoted in the middle.

The vigorous power of the combination of hardness and softness and the interaction of yin and Yang burst out in an instant, and kept growing and uplifting.

King of the middle of a group of fire also Qi Qi issued a terrifying roar, the flames together.

The two sides met in the air and collided violently.

At this time, a huge foot fell from the top of the blue sea city, as if the sky had collapsed!

Song Wuliang and others were livid.

Inexhaustible fierce flame, in this moment as if together solidified, constantly compressed in the bottom of that huge foot, fierce and repressed.

As the oldest old man in the eight pole world, Su experienced the first and the most violent invasion of the ancient Chinese painting Saint mo. now his face is as deep as water.

”The great fire Lord!”

In fact, there is no need to experience that war. At this moment, all of us have the most intuitive feeling!

The power of terror keeps crushing the golden light and the blue sea.

Huang Guanglie, song Wuliang and other people drink together in a low voice. Xionghun Zhenyuan gathers together and rolls up, turning into an endless storm to stop the other party's footsteps.

The huge figure in the sky also shows its true face at the moment.

It's as huge as a mountain. Its lower body is like an ox, and its upper body is like a tiger. It's staring at a huge ox head on its shoulder. Its horns are bent, and its whole body is covered with flame patterns. It's burning.

A pair of red eyes, manic and ferocious look down below the boundless array of blue sea.

In the deafening roar, the boundless array of blue sea is smashed!

The water curtain in the sky was torn and turned into a flood, falling from the sky to the blue sea city of Donglong island.

But before the flood can reach the ground from the air, it has been evaporated into heavy water mist by the raging fire.

A huge black shadow suddenly burst out of the white water mist.

Chu Yan, the nearest leader of Cangmang mountain, could hardly respond. He raised the axe and chopped it out with his own spiritual guidance.

There is a terrible crack in the void, but the crack is instantly filled with fire.

Under the fire, the void gap actually healed.

In the next moment, Chu Yan and Zhutian axe will fly backward together!

The holy soldier's sky axe was shaken out, and its black light went down directly.

Chu Yan, the leader of Cangmang mountain, was as bloody as gold paper.

One side of the crown of the Taiyin, the bright moonlight waves like water.

Meng Wan's face was paler under the light, and there was blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Just now, she helped Chu Yan to save her life, but Rao is so lucky. Chu Yan was almost killed directly, and the holy soldier Zhutian axe was severely damaged.

The big fire demon king, who was born with the appearance of ox head, stood in the void, and let the leader of the vast mountain in the body of the saint soldier survive with a stroke.

He didn't continue to pursue. Huang Guanglie, old man Mo, song Wuliang and others have attacked together again!

When Huang Guanglie punches, the golden light shines, and the whole world becomes golden.

The golden sun on the sky seemed to come from nine days and shine everywhere.

Although the boundless array of blue sea was broken, the sword light of Song Dynasty's boundless control of the holy soldier Blue Sea red heart sword was invisible, just like heavy waves, and it hit the burning demon king.

Although it's only a re cultivation of wusheng, Song Dynasty's boundless drive of Blue Sea red heart sword is obviously much better than Chu Yan's drive of Zhutian axe.

The combination of martial arts and swordsmanship encourages their respective prestige. The invisible swords are endless but elusive.

Old man Mo looks calm, but this time he is not painting in the air.

In his whole body and acupoints, he spurted out blood lines, which were drawn by his own real yuan in the middle of the air and turned into a picture of blood color.

It is one of the horror legends of the eight great world that painting saints and killing people, painting with the blood of enemies, coagulating in the void for a long time.

And now, with his own blood essence as the painting, the painting is a magnificent scene of breaking apart!

The real void, at this moment, seems to merge with old man Mo's painting, and it also shows the trend of breaking down.