An old man in a tall, black robe came up.

He is full of silver hair, five clear, seemingly old, but very spirited, eyes are brilliant, there is an immeasurable war, stepping up, the space is ringing, the mountain is shaking, and the peaks of the forty-nine feet are shaking.

Li Fengyang looked at this old man and said, “Senior, is it you?”

He did not think that the man who came was the supreme king of the previous life.

Because of the confrontation with the Heavenly Path, only one hand left to escape to this world, and now it is cultivated into a fall, only the holy land of Tao; however, Li Fengyang did not dare to look down on him, and the faces of the two people could also be seen from the face of the mucus and the poor.

He smiled and said, "Little friend, you can make the old man wait."

The cemetery of the gods was opened for 490 years, and now more than 300 years later, Li Fengyan showed an apologetic color and said, "It is the fault of the younger generation."

The warman laughed.

“Who are you?”

The thorns and the poor wonder against the war ancestors, more amazing, when the people appeared the second Taoist saint?

“The old man’s father.”Warfathers.

“The warfather?”The two people looked at each other, they were doubtful, they can be sure that there must be no such one in the human race, I do not know how to come out?

But they are both saints, and they are not afraid.

Poor said, "Friend Dao, Li Feng killed my people, and please leave."

The thorns stared at the ancestors of the war, the body surface bloomed, the runes were intertwined, the holy lines bloomed, condensing, and it seemed possible to start at any time.

They will not give up killing Li Fengyang because of the appearance of the war ancestors.

However, in the face of the two Taoist saints, the war ancestors were very calm, and they were indeed people who had once confirmed the road, and said, "The old man wants to take him away, can you both stop it?"

“Fantled.”

Poor wonder and 墼坼墕 were angry, too, and where did the war ancestors come from saying this?

The throbbing breath, shaped like a demon, made a cold voice: "I will stop him, you will kill Li Fengyang."

“All right.”Poor nods, although Li Fengyang is unusual, but if he does his best, he can still kill Li Fengyang, immediately parallel with the twilight, one left and one right, almost at the same time.

The power of the Taoist saint is terrible, the evolutionary avenue, the weather is grand, and now the two Taoist saints are shooting, the weather is even more terrible, shaking the peaks on both sides of the mountain, rumbling, shaking.

However, I do not know what kind of force the mountain is condensed, it is very strong, and the two holy forces cannot be destroyed, and if it is used for other peaks, it has already collapsed into flying ash.

The warrior was still very calm, and waved his hand and said, “You step back!”

“The old...?”

Li Fengyang is worried that the ancestors of the war will not be able to fight against the two people at the same time, after all, this is the famous Daoist of the beast, and the strength is even stronger than today's women and Haotian.

I didn't want to laugh at the war ancestors and said, "Although the old man is struggling, he is still wrong to deal with the two little beasts."

It is indeed a witness to the people of the road, and a word that floats lightly has no majesty.

Li Feng was shocked, can the ancestors of the war be able to fight the two Taosheng even if they are traumatized by the Heavenly Path?

He stepped down.

“Oh!”

The war ahead.

“Fantically!”

The thorns and the poor saw this great anger and moved the real fire.

Because under the Taoist saint, they are only afraid of the chaotic Taoists, like the unknown role of the ancestors of the war, what are their fears?

“The Gods are shouting!”

The first shot, fierce, green and immeasurable, open a huge mouth, show a kind of soul attack, but also the supreme sacred art.

The soul power of Dao San is very strong, even Li Fengyang is not comparable, if the cultivation of the soul attacks, then his soul will be more powerful, especially the existence of such a truce.

Moreover, the cultivation of the twilight is the way of devouring, so this type of soul attack also contains the way of devouring.

He will eat the soul of the war ancestors in this art.

This art seems to be a soul attack, but because of the power of the way of devouring, the four-way space is also acne, in front of the pier, there is a huge dark void, devouring the power raging.

The poor immediately followed, all over the body, all the fierce and evil, the blood light swept, bursting out countless blood lines, as if a chain of blood, to the war ancestors entangled around.

At the same time, his hands continue to play a mark, all blood red, surrounded by holy lines, into it, spread out of countless blood, the formation of a few disgusting blood, rushed out.

Whether it is a truce or a poor man, in the seemingly angry situation, he has not lost his mind, and has used his most powerful sacred art to gain the upper hand in the first time and completely overwhelm the war ancestors.

But the war ancestors were very calm, and even too calm, not even a trace of waves, as if they looked at the two of them as if they were nothing.

However, in the approaching moment of the two holy attacks, the warrior ancestors took a step, read words in their mouths, gathered on the road, the war was raging, the war was strong, and the Dodo battle characters flew out.

As soon as the battle character was turned into a rod gray spear, exuding the ancient wildness, like a strong wind, bursting out like a strong wind.

The swallowing void was very strong, swallowing up a gray spear, but he had no joy at all, because his god-gnawing roar did not have the effect it deserved; in the dark spiritual space of the war ancestors, he sensed one by one, blooming glazed radiance, guarding his spiritual world strictly and strictly, and would not be integrated into the outside world's soul invasion.

“How is it possible?”

The same Taoist saint, the thorn has never seen such a strong soul guardian, is this war ancestor is an old man, as powerful as the Chaos Man?

Thinking of this, the face of the thorn is very ugly, because the light is a chaotic Daoist, has made the various ethnic groups feel very difficult, and now the appearance of the ancestors of the war, it makes them feel that the murderous animal will be threatened.

At the same time, the poor also feel the strength of the war ancestors, their own attacks are completely ineffective, and he also found that the strength of the ancestors is somewhat similar to the atmosphere of the cemeteries of the gods.

Looking at each other, the poor also felt the weight in each other's eyes, this war ancestors are not good to deal with!

However, after all, they are Taoists, will not show their inner feelings, when they do not stop for a moment, close to the stone ancestors, one left and one right, surround him, open the holy area, and the bang around the bang.

The warrior ancestors are unrivalled, the war power is surmountable, there is no use of any weapon, just fist and foot kung fu, it is very powerful, a force to break the law, everything, shaking the power of the tug-of-war and the poor, it seems invincible.

“Hang on!”

The ancestors of the war fought the two holy, the light of God rushed up, the runes flew to the sky, the holy lines bloomed, shaking the nine, the way of war was not afraid of the way of swallowing the gushing and the poor and the way of the most evil.

Li Fengyang and the four men of the wheel looked at the wonder, and the war ancestors were indeed the characters who dared to fight with heaven in the past.

"You don't seem to be like that either."

The warriors are overbearing, and in the words, there is pride in the hearts of the people.

Pity and poverty are angry.

“Knife, cut me!”

The thud roared, full of silver hair dance, the five senses showed a kind of crazy meaning, fierce and fierce, like a knife and a knife, like a blade, like a blade, the blade is not broken out of the air, the light flashes, do not see the shape of the knife, has been crazy to cut off.

This knife falls, the way of swallowing is integrated into it, the knife, the knife is enmity, the knife is engulfed, and the terror is incomprehensible.

“Worse the knife, kill!”

At the same time, the poor roaring, the whole body of evil, straight out of the body, a green knife flashing, dazzling, unable to see the appearance of the knife, has been the head cut off at the war ancestors.

Even if you stand in the back, Li Fengyang five people and a beast can feel the power of extreme palsy, and immediately shout: "Predecessor be careful!"

The war ancestors were calm, full of silver hair, deep eyes condensed, staring at the fallen sky knife and all the evil knife, the wrinkles on the old face did not fluctuate, the mouth read, suddenly increased: "Fight the earth!"

“The Rumble!”

An unprecedented force of terror emanated, rushing straight to the two mountains, the weather is magnificent, pressing over the incalculable knife light, suddenly falling, and the light that belongs to this place is completely dimmed.

Then, spread out the brilliant brilliance, from which, out of a golden figure, each one is huge, carrying a volume of the road of endless war, going up and down, and the day of the knife and the evil knife collided together.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The loud noise of the ears is endless, the knife shines, the moment is annihilated, the swallowing runes are intertwined, the evil runes are vertical and horizontal, and the must be cracked, and completely suppressed by the war ancestors.

Li Fengyang a few people look, all take a breath of cool air, this war ancestors are indeed a Taojun person, even if only one hand, shaped me, but also has terrible power.

This power, in the Taoist Saint, I am afraid that only the chaotic people can be compared?

“So strong?”

The stalks and the poor look at each other, they all see the surprise in each other's eyes, the strength of the ancestors of the war, beyond their imagination, the power of the road together, there is a kind of difficult to counterbalance the idea.

“Come again!”

However, after all, the two are Taosheng, and the fierce people on the side of the famous earthquake will give up on this?

The two of them shouted at the same time, the way of devouring and the way of evil at the same time, the sword of heaven and the knife of all evil at the same time, cutting vertically, playing all the holy arts, and the endless holy force was like a river, pouring down.

In time, the twilight and the paganness of the protégé are obvious, all of them are evil, the huge flood of the beast, carrying the breath of the innumerable beasts, rushing to the ancestors of the war, the space between the two mountains is completely shrouded, into a ruinous weather.

Li Fengyang a few people's faces changed dramatically, looking at the war ancestors; sure enough, under the two strong, the physique of the warrior ancestors also trembled, after all, he was not a real war ancestor, just a hand on the body, the strength passed too much.

Of course, the Taojun can be reborn with blood, but under the influence of heaven, even the Taojun is difficult to escape the sanctions of heaven, so the war ancestors can not achieve a complete blood rebirth, can only show the body with one hand.

However, what he cultivates is the way of war, and the body is the one who is the one who is topless, and knows all the powers and all the ways, and understands the way of devouring and the way of evil, so he can find the best way.

“Hold on!”

His hands swept, followed by the outbreak of war, like the comet swept the moon, across the sky, the whole body shrouded in the power of the battle, the surface appeared a pair of armor, exuding the ancient atmosphere, really like a supreme god of war.

He stood in the middle of the mountain, but stood on the mountain, giving people a kind of mountain-surfing, insurmountable weather.

It is a god, not to offend.

The two faces of the thorns and the poor are more heavy, but they have come to this point, and the bow has no arrows, and can only continue to fight, interlaced with the body of the war ancestors, and the rumbling sound has erupted.

The battle is fierce, straight to the Han, the space in the mountain road is completely raging, all of them are broken and scattered.

The two warriors fought with their own strength and were poor, and they did not fall into the slightest wind.