Chapter 1441 Butterfly Soul

"Di Liu Breaks Silence Slash!"

"Boom..."

An incomparable momentum of beheading and ruin swept across the sky, a frenzied and harsh storm blasted the sky, and beams of sword light exuding a destructive aura pierced through the middle area of ​​the dark tentacles one after another.

For example, the dazzling stars burst into bloom.

Under a pair of trembling gazes, the extremely sharp sword patterns cut off the huge dark tentacles one after another.

One after another, the huge tentacles are like giant pythons and dragons that have been cut into pieces.

One after another, the limbs flew feebly and exploded in the void.

It was like a snake-headed flood dragon dancing all over the sky, losing all its support under the destructive sword force that broke through the silence, and then fell powerlessly in the sky.

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"Hmph...don't think it's over!"

Priest War God Ji Liang's eyes turned hard, and a more surging abyss of gloom surged out of his body.

Then, those severed dark tentacles unexpectedly glowed with a powerful momentum again, and the severed parts also grew rapidly.

"boom!"

Before everyone had time to react from the shock, a ring-shaped shocking sword energy erupted again from the wantonly vented beam of sword light.

Like a swirling hurricane.

The extremely fierce ring-shaped sword energy strangled in all directions, once again smashing all the dark tentacles that rushed.

...

What?

Everyone's faces changed.

Ji Liang was also shocked.

"hiss……"

Together with the terrifying cyclone penetrating the sky, Mu Feng dragged the Buddha Demon Sword that transformed into a sky-opening giant blade to break through the turbulent storm area, and rushed to the priest Ji Liang, the god of war, with the terrifying power of shattering everything.

"Little brat...to be arrogant in front of your uncle Mu Feng, I'm afraid you are still a little tender..."

The monstrous and majestic demonic energy crushed down, and the blade-like long and narrow flying wings behind Mu Feng exploded with extremely astonishing speed.

The blue veins on his arms were bulging, and Chu Hen swung the Futu Demon Sword in his hand, and directly smashed at the opponent sideways.

Ji Liang's face showed great panic.

Faced with such a swift and terrifying blow from Mu Feng, he completely lost the power to parry.

"boom……"

A circle of majestic light waves exploded in the void, and the space trembled violently. Under the eyes of countless people who were doubly shocked, the Futu Demon Sword in Mu Feng's hand was like an unstoppable wand of judgment. A solid horizontal sweep hit Ji Liang's body.

Myriad Jun Juli is comparable to a thunderbolt.

Ji Liang, who had endured all the gravitational attacks, immediately bowed his whole body backwards.

Its internal organs are about to split, and its bones are shattered.

A handsome face instantly distorted and deformed.

A big mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth, and the whole person fell back powerlessly, and then with a "boom...", it fell heavily on a jihad tower below, and the terrible inertial impact force It caused the countertop to explode and explode, throwing off thousands of rubble like moths.

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"hiss!"

"Ji Liang, we lost!"

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Countless people present could not help but gasp.

There was an unbelievable trance in their eyes.

That was the fourth super genius on the wind and cloud list, and he lost so terribly just like that.

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"Jie!"

The evil screams shook the sky, and Mu Feng was placed under the dark phantom of the Youhuang Divine Winged Mantis, his eyes glowed with a deep red light, and his evil aura was overwhelming, just like a peerless emperor demon.

At this moment, everyone in the audience seemed to see Mu Feng and Youhuang Shenyi Mantis overlapping together.

Everyone can't help feeling delusional.

Thousands of years ago, the famous and powerful demon emperor of a generation is about to return.

...

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"Damn it!"

At the same time, after witnessing Ji Liang's defeat, Chi Qianling, the war god of Xingshu, was immediately disturbed.

Especially in Qiao Xiaowan's hands,

She has never taken advantage of it.

This can't help but be a little anxious.

"Om..."

Then, Chiqian Ling waved the ancient staff in his hand, and the red divine stone on the top of the staff glowed with dazzling and luxurious starlight.

Thousands of lights and flowing shadows gathered in front of Chiqianling and danced around.

In the next moment, they immediately interweave into a mysterious and unpredictable astral pattern.

The mottled and complex star talisman array shone with dreamy light.

Chiqian Ling stared coldly at the six-winged ancestor butterfly Qiao Xiaowan in the void ahead, muttering something.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, Chiqian Ling raised her cold eyes, and the mysterious staff in her palm was then tapped in the center of the star pattern.

In an instant, every inch and every ray of the entire star pattern erupted with extremely dazzling light.

"Disappear!"

With the sound of "嗡...", the space trembled sharply, and a beam of golden energy light that swept across the sky burst out immediately, rolling up an endless momentum of destruction and heading towards Qiao Xiaowan all the way.

The speed of destroying the beam of light is extremely fast.

For example, a giant sword that shuttles across the Tianhe River.

Qiao Xiaowan couldn't dodge it, there was a dull explosion of "bang...", the great sword of aurora flying through the sky hit her steadily, and thousands of bright light spins burst into pieces. , Qiao Xiaowan's slender and slender body exploded into countless lights and shadows.

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"it is good!"

"Hmph! Looking for something to die for."

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Everyone in the God of War Palace had stern eyes and indifferent smiles.

The expressions of Qiu Xingyi, Wang Li, Ye Yao and others couldn't help but change.

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But in the next instant, the thousands of shattering lights and shadows turned into a group of firefly white butterflies exuding the strange aura of Youmeng.

"That is?"

The crowd of various sects in the arena couldn't help being stunned.

Xingshu God of War Chiqianling also turned cold.

not dead?

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"Hey, six-winged ancestor butterfly, how can it be so easy to die?" Mu Feng's face was full of disdainful sarcasm, and he shook the Futu Demon Sword in his hand, with a playful meaning.

At the same time as the voice fell, the thousands of white dreamy butterflies suddenly burst out at an astonishing speed.

Flapping its wings, each butterfly glowed with glass-like light streaks, dragging the long and narrow light and shadows and rushing towards Chiqianling.

The latter was shocked, and he could clearly perceive the rhythm of powerful power emanating from each of the small and exquisite butterflies.

There was no chance to respond at all, and the butterflies rushed from the sky like a rain of petals, all gathered around Chiqianling's figure.

She wanted to break through the encirclement of the butterflies, but just waved the astral scepter in her hand, and all the butterflies burst out a series of dazzling and intense lights.

Chiqianling seems to be surrounded by thousands of stars.

Countless dazzling rays of light shone to the extreme, and Chiqian Ling retreated quickly, and hurriedly retreated somewhere below.

But before he could get away from the butterfly group, the pupils of everyone in the audience shrank sharply to the size of a pinhead, "Boom..." A heavy loud noise exploded in the air. A storm of destructive power erupted together in an instant, and a mighty and terrifying shock wave swept away. The holy war platform below was instantly covered with scars and cracks.

The surging pillar of bright white light rushed straight into the Tianhe River and swept out in all directions.

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No less than the turmoil caused by the battle between Mu Feng and Ji Liang stimulated the hearts of everyone in the audience.

On the fragmented jihad table, Chiqian Ling was covered in blood, and fell into the ruins of the collapsed rocks with a sluggish breath.

Looking extremely embarrassed, there is no such thing as the appearance of a five-war god.

"Buzz..."

The translucent white butterflies flying high in the sky, exuding a dreamlike aura, quickly gathered together, and immediately turned into a slender and tall figure.

"Done!"

With a flash of soft light, Qiao Xiaowan, who reappeared in everyone's sight, patted her little hands and said effortlessly.

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At the same time, an endless monstrous cold air swept over the battle situation on the other side.

Snow drifted across the sky and frozen the ground.

The heartstrings of all the people present trembled suddenly, and their eyes immediately gathered in one place.

In the sky above the roaring ice whirlpool, Long Xuanshuang made an ancient seal with both hands, above the world covered by the ice cyclone, an incomparably huge snowflake-shaped strange light array suddenly appeared at the feet of her and the execution war god He Lianqi .

Every inch of the strange snowflake-shaped formation is shining with transparent ice marks.

The temperature in that area was so cold that it wanted to crack the space.

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"What is this technique?"

Wei Yan, the eight-armed imperial minister of Emperor Hongdian, had his eyes fixed, with a look of shock on his face.

The eyes of Tang Bufan, Hu Bingyu, Lin Yinghe, Lie Shengyuan, Ji Tao and other list-level geniuses were also full of surprise and confusion.

Situ Hanye in Fengshuang City frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the snowflake-shaped formation floating in the void.

He murmured in a cautious tone.

"It's the technique of the 'Ice Emperor'..."