She Yi's two snake spears are constantly swinging in the void, like the actual killing intention sometimes pointing to Yang Junshan, sometimes pointing to the bell, for a time making people unable to judge.

However, on the occasion of Yang Junshan and Zhong Yu's great enemy, the first to shoot is the emperor!

A red sun rose from the back of his head, and the red flame spread out from the void, rushing toward Yang Junshan and Zhongyi like a wave.

Zhong Yu seemed to be extremely familiar with the means of the emperor without borders, and when he saw the fire waves sweeping in, he saw a folding fan in his hand, a yin fan, and suddenly weakened the raging fire wave, and then a fan came out, and the fire wave began to disappear out of thin air.

However, the fire wave in the void in a moment of decline, the easy two snakes suddenly passed out of the void, and then the fire wave was extinguished in an instant, the snake spear that had gone straight to Yang Junshan's throat suddenly bent in the middle of the sky, but turned to the body of the bell.

The bell was in danger, and the cold snoring, "Thumb" drew the long sword from the waist and cut it directly in front of him, but it accurately hit the fork in the spear.

With a "ding" sound, the snake spear was struck by a sword and bent again, the whole body suddenly throbbed, and the spear rod crossed a half arc in mid-air, but it hit directly to the waist of the bell.

The bell retreated while pumping out, while mobilizing the ghost yuan in the body, the royal sword and the snake spear fight to do a group.

And at this time, a huge drink suddenly sounded, the bell glanced away, but was seeing the words fattened into the height of the witch fairy body, straight across the hundreds of feet of the void, a fist to tear the void and go straight to Yang Junshan's chest between the chest.

But unexpectedly, a fat fist was still in the air, and a giant that did not need him under the body of the witch fairy also came and roared, and his huge fist collided.

A violent space fluctuation led to a piece of space cracking, extending towards the continuous expansion around.

“Wrink it—”

The fat words cried out, and shrank their hands, but they saw that the back of the hand was already full of cracked wounds, and the blood had been covered with blood.

The mountain was also immediately destroyed, but the fat is actually the one who has suffered a loss.

Yang Junshan secretly sighed, the mountain is not a fairy weapon in the end, otherwise the shot can at least make the whole arm break.

Of course, if Shan Junyi is really promoted to the fairy, the fattening of the witch fairy body is very strong, and it will never be stupid to the point of harding the fairy with bare hands.

Just that hit Yang Junshan, although it slightly prevails, it is also not necessary to take advantage of the pursuit, because in the moment when the witch fairy sentence fat shot, the Pan Fuming Xianjun also followed closely to Yang Junshan.

And this Pan Xianzun did not hand it, a shot is to go all out, and even a big fight, Rao is Yang Junshan asked himself deep, for a time by Pan Xianzun like crazy general play to get wretched.

In the end, thousands of years of old immortals, although hundreds of years of repair can not be stuck, but many years of fairy accumulation and grinding, so that Pan Xianzun in the process of fighting in the process of extremely old and spicy, for the timing of the dove often make Yang Junshan marvel.

At this time, Yang Junshan may even be better than Pan Xianzun, but in the moment when the two sides meet, Yang Junshan is very rare in the fighting method of the fellow monks.

Of course, this is not to say that Yang Junshan is not Pan Xianzun's opponent, after all, Yang Junshan is an enemy of two.

The six golden immortals fight the battle method, which directly stirs the starry sky into a thin rot, countless spatial fluctuations mixed with space cracks and space debris, and the various star meteorites within a radius of hundreds of miles are crumbling.

The pain in the back of the mouth was relieved, and the wound began to heal, and suddenly shouted to join the war regiment again.

However, when the fat sentence had just crashed into the battle of Yang Junshan and Pan Xianzun, he saw that a giant with a body shape not much smaller than his witch-fairy body suddenly turned around, and his pocket was broken and the void was broken.

The fattening was even too surprised how to get out of another witch, and also shot at him as a fellow, because of the moment when this group of twists and turns out, the space between the two giants was suddenly compressed, and then in the direction of the fat, the space suddenly collapsed, and countless spaces rushed to his head and face.

“Oh, yeah—”

Rao is a fat witch's body skin brown meat thick, but also by Yang Junshan with the magic of the earth to show this sudden blow to a little embarrassed, huge space fluctuations pushed his huge body, directly hit hundreds of feet, a in the war barely survived the dozens of meteorites immediately by his body burst.

And in the moment when Yang Junshan turned to repel the fat witch fairy, Pan Xianzun suddenly sacrificed a ruler.

The ruler looked only two feet long, but in the moment when Pan Xianzun called in his direction, it seemed as if he had crossed the distance of dozens of feet in space in an instant, and his eyes were about to fall on his head.

“The Immortal!”

Yang Junshan called out, want to retreat to dodge is completely too late, his breath has been completely locked by this ruler.

“The magic!”

Yang Junshan shouted again.

The ruler of the fairy weapon is obviously Pan Xianzun's magic weapon, and at this time, this magic weapon is attached to the magic of the life.

For most immortals, it is still extremely difficult to have a fairy weapon, but this general situation is obviously not applicable to the thousands of years of old immortals such as Pan Xianzun.

Yang Junshan face heavy, but the hands are like wearing a flower and bow at this time with a variety of printing tips, waiting for all the printing tips to complete in an instant, Yang Junshan single-handed grasp, as if all the printing tips to attract the magic power into the hands, and then saw him suddenly exhale sound, the face is very heavy, like a slow and fast right boxing out, wonderful to the top of the accurate hit the fairy weapon.

“Gang-huh-”

The sound of a crisp fracture came from Yang Junshan’s hand.

This shot caused Yang Junshan to break two fingers!

"Silver sky" in the end is only the next yardware, although this shot seems to be clever, but in the end most of them rely on Yang Junshan's strong body and fairy body to fight, loss is inevitable.

However, this blow also beat the fairy ruler again, so that Pan Xianzun with the immortality, the fairy art to the full extent of the full force.

“The magic of the lonesome!”

The fat god who had just been repelled by Yang Junshan again exclaimed.

Not only the fat of the sentence, even Pan Xianzun is almost also color change, compared to the judgment of the power of fairy art, Pan Xianzun is obviously more accurate than the eyes of the fat.

However, this can only make the jealousy in Pan Xian's eyes stronger.

Yang Junshan also moved in his heart, he has just played a magic naturally is so far, he is the most familiar, but also the most complete control of the divine magic to shake the magic trick!

And this power is under his own full force, and his power has indeed reached the point of annihilation.

The magic of heaven and the magic of the innate hybridism is very different, although the former has played the power of annihilation fairy art in the hands of Yang Junshan, but it may not be without further possibilities.

Although the latter is a fairy art of lone extinction, but currently in the hands of Yang Junshan, it is only equivalent to the power of pure yang fairy art, and there is also potential to be tapped.

But the scale of the magic is above the latter, which is in the opinion of Yang Junshan, but it is indisputable.

And at the same time as Yang Junshan and Pengxian Zun's battle, Zhong Yi was equally under the siege of Emperor Without Borders and Yi.

Zhong Yi is a ghost, Confucian, demon three, is a rare ghost, and even can be said to be the only one who can stand up to the pros and deities!

Zhong Yi one holding a folding fan refused to fire, a long sword and a sharp fight, the same did not fall the wind.

However, Zhong Yi also understood that this drag on to themselves is not much good, but in the process of fighting, suddenly the body shape changed, the original ugly and dark face even became a terrible, breathing between a white fog from the mouth and nose, looking good and disgusting.

The appearance of the change of the bell suddenly opened his mouth, originally pushed by the fire of the emperor's no-ground into his abdomen, making it difficult for Emperor's unbounded to react to the reaction.

At the same time, the sword in Zhong Yu's hand was suddenly covered with a sharp white tiger, and the two snake spears that cut off the easy sound of a low cry, and the tiger invaded, constantly killing the fairy and divine knowledge of the owner of the snake spear.

“Your southern sword has been promoted to immortality!”

She was as likely to be struck by lightning, and at the same time, she cried with horror.

It is also a fairy weapon, which is already the second fairy weapon that appeared in this war.

“Hey hey!”

The clock sneered, and in the moment of repulseing the easy, the left hand folding fan suddenly flew out, and in the middle of the air, three fans were fanned to the emperor.

When the first fan came out, a gloomy wind roared, suppressing the real fire of the sun without boundaries.

When the second fan came out, a cloud formed in the underworld, poured into the sky of the fire, a large area of fire wave was extinguished.

Followed by the third fan, there was suddenly rain in the cloud, and every rain ray flew out, and a passage was opened up in the fire waves along the way.

“The cold springs of the earth—”

The emperor shouted, but once called out a name that made Yang Junshan familiar.

And in this moment, Zhong Yi had come straight to him by the sword through the waves of the fire of the emperor.

Emperor Wuji suddenly flew back, and at the same time, the grand day behind his head suddenly integrated into his body, a bird song that was absolutely not good sounded, a huge three-legged golden wrenched two wings, a mouthful of the golden U real fire, temporarily curbed the approaching of the bell.

The emperor had to become the shape of Jinwu under the pressure of the bell.

“What are you going to do, help me stop the clock!”

But at this time, the original joint with the emperor's Wuji Yi did not hand-carry the bell, but turned around and jumped out of the battle group.