"Ran Deng—"

He blew a gentle breath of white air, turning into an endless storm, falling on the cluster of flames.

call--

It seemed like a spark, instantly turning into a prairie fire!

The red flames expanded almost madly, and the surging flames rose out, soaring upwards, colliding with the lightning.

The two of them activated the artifact at the same time and had a direct collision.

In terms of grade, Jianming's eternal lamp is not as good as the Heavenly Punishment Bell.

However, the law enforcement elders could not fully activate the power of the Heavenly Punishment Bell. One of them grew and the other was declining, and no one took advantage.

No one around expected that these two strongest men from both sides would start fighting so quickly.

Until the battle between them fell into a state of anxiety, the melee that belonged to everyone finally spread out completely.

The elder of the Dharma Protector directly activated the sect protection formation and circled the remaining two powerful men at the peak of bone transformation. Along with them, three immortal disciples at the middle stage of bone transformation.

Not only among the top masters, but also those ordinary disciples shouted and rushed forward.

Life keeps disappearing in the flashing light.

No one knows whether he will survive the next moment, but the battle has never stopped at all.

Looking at each other's anxious battlefield, Jian Ming was also a little nervous.

At this moment, I activated the eternal light. Although I could temporarily compete with the law enforcement elders, I could not hold on for too long.

If Elder Siqi does not arrive.

Or Yaohui and the others were unable to come back in time, so the only thing waiting for themselves was defeat.

So he was just betting.

…………

In Qizhou, the ancient ship carrying the four strange elders of Xuanzong finally came across countless distances.

"It's coming soon!"

The white-haired old man standing at the bow of the boat looked at the end of the 100,000 mountains and spoke slightly.

The middle-aged man holding a sword slowly opened his eyes.

"Finally arrived!"

"Jian Ming is a good young man, brave and resourceful. If it goes well, we may not be able to use it!"

The white-haired old man spoke slightly.

The middle-aged man holding the sword flashed his eyes, but he did not answer.

Then they turned their eyes at the same time and looked ahead of the ancient ship.

There, an ancient ship also appeared, blocking their way forward.

At the bow of the boat, there was a blue figure standing in front of the wind, her eyes staring at them.

"Go back, cross the line!"
Chapter completed!