Chapter 2149 (1/2)

Taidao holy mountain, hundred saints meeting.

There is a huge gap between heaven and earth, and several peaks are destroyed by this sword.

Among the peaks, a figure stands with a sword.

This is a silver haired man with seven colored wings. On both sides of his forehead, there are mysterious patterns.

Before the ancient life, the sword gave birth to a family. The invincible in the sixth realm of Hunyuan belong to the sword immortal.

In front of this man, he is the sixth realm of Hunyuan, the seventh largest sage in the southern region, the eldest son of Mohist, the son of sage, Mo Baifan.

In his hands, there are two holy soldiers, a seal and a banner.

The seal is like a mountain. Under the sword, he retreats a few steps. In the roar, Mo Baifan shakes with the flag, and the wind is like a dragon, sweeping the sword immortal.

The holy soldier in Guijian xianzun's hand was slightly shocked. It was a sword that submerged the dragon of Qingfeng.

Boom, boom

All around the world, once again split, in the confrontation between the two big Tianjiao.

”Guijian, you are too presumptuous. How dare you do that at this grand gathering? Are you really not afraid to bury you in this era?”

There is a touch of anger in the voice of Mo Baifan, sweeping the world.

”United? By your side? ”

Guijian stands with his sword and looks at the ink white fan quietly. ”I'm afraid it's not enough. You'd better win me first!”

Yinluo, the two strong men, almost comparable to the existence of today's top southern regions, once again attacked together.

Not only in this place, but also in other places, there are eleven ancient creatures holding half imperial soldiers and holy soldiers, fighting with many Tianjiao in the world.

At the end of the hundred saints' meeting, no one thought that when the first hundred saints' meeting was decided immediately, there were all the ancient creatures before the Eleventh National Congress. Everyone was the sixth realm of Hunyuan. They joined hands and suddenly killed the mysterious emperor who won the first place in the hundred saints' meeting and wanted to command the pride of the southern region.

With a single blow, Emperor Xuanji fell, and even had no chance to resist.

Unexpectedly, these 11 people are even more powerful. Nine of them are from all over the country. Although two of them are anonymous, their strength is by no means inferior to the others.

Eleven people came here in person to face hundreds of thousands of Tianjiao.

The whole Taidao holy mountain also seems to have turned into a battlefield, where many of the contemporaries joined hands to fight with the 11 former ancient creatures.

Above the sky, there is a torrent of immortal Dharma, a glow in the sky and a terrifying afterwave, which destroys the peaks, breaks the space of heaven and earth, and plunges into the void.

Before the event, but now turned into a smoke of war.

In this terrible battlefield, a white dress walks to the holy mountain.

Qin Xuan's eyes are calm, the world around him is falling apart, and the cracks in space are spreading. But to him, it seems that he has never been in his eyes.

Boom!

There's an afterwave that goes straight to Qin Xuan. Ordinary Jinxian faces this afterwave, which will be destroyed in an instant.

Qin Xuan did not even look at it. There was a light blue Xianyuan condensing around him. The afterwave fell on the Xianyuan. It was like a mayfly shaking a tree. The earth around him was broken and pierced, but Qin Xuan was safe and sound.