The Sword of Fengdu only left an afterimage on the spot, breaking through time and space in an instant, directly smashing Old Hongxian's soul like a giant pestle.

"I'm here, be careful of Xu Xiaoshou, he knows all nine swordsmanships!" Iron Turtle was just rushing to help carrying his big turtle shell, when he saw the red thread dropped from the old man's hand.

His body was turning black every inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dead, dead?"

The Iron Turtle looked horrified.

Just one face-to-face meeting, and the soul of old Hongxian was shattered?

He suddenly looked at Xu Xiaoshou who was wielding a sword not far away. He could not open or close his mouth, and his eyes were so trembling that he could not focus.

At this moment...

"Leave late!"

He had been lagging behind, his lips pursed as he said the spiritual curse, and his mouth opened.

His mouth was like a blessing. Once he finished speaking, time was delayed!

The sword of Fengdu retreats.

The red thread old soul body is put back together.

The gate of hell is closed forcefully, and the sword is circling and returning to the body.

"What is this..." Xu Xiaoshou has never seen such a weird ability, and this is an eye-opener.

The world of spirit refining is full of wonders.

Everyone who can become a saint has his or her own strengths, and this statement is true.

The cooperation of these six people has obviously been tempered many times, and they come to fight with their brains.

As time passed, the look of horror on Iron Turtle's face disappeared, as if he was just faking it.

On the other hand, he threw the big turtle shell in his hand into the air, and it swelled to the point that it could block the sun.

"Wu Tianzhao!"

With a booming sound, the turtle shell covered the person inside and transported him to another world.

At the same time, the Chinese-faced epee pulled out the giant sword behind him, his thick eyebrows raised, and his voice was like thunder.

"Xuan Zhen Ting Sword!"

As soon as the seal was struck, the Nine Heavens Yin Thunder rolled down and turned into a black-red thunder sword, which went straight into the turtle shell and pointed directly at Xu Xiaoshou.

"Soul-binding!"

Red Thread Lao picked up the red rope on the ground and swung it in the air, then tugged hard and bound Xu Xiaoshou's soul body through the air.

"God-killing curse!"

The talisman paper was always rolled up in his hand, and Fu Jiu, who was silent and silent, threw the talisman in the air, threatening to kill Xu Xiaoshou's will.

"Frostheart Leaf!"

With a stroke of the finger, thousands of flying leaves evolve in the turtle shell world, either happy or sad, angry or frightened, and they are slashing at people's desires.

"Certainly!"

Say another word of the mantra.

At the same moment, Xu Xiaoshou, who was just about to react, felt that all the avenues around him were disconnected from him at the same time.

His body, soul, and will were all held in place, and he could only endure such a horrific attack.

"boom!"

Thunder penetrates the body, the soul is bound with a red rope, the curse kills the mind, and the flying leaves cut into the heart!

At the same time, four levels of attacks exploded, reaching the ultimate level in their respective ways. It would be difficult for any half-saint in the world to accept this hard-controlled attack - this is almost a certain death situation!

"Rumble..."

The turtle shell world was violently shaken.

The six-pointed saints of the Central Region have been separated from each other for a long time. I don’t know who in the world can withstand their attacks without dying.

They only heard about Xu Xiaoshou, who was a master of sword, spirit, and body. They didn't know his true strength, but theoretically...

Hongxian was silent for three breaths: "It's time for you to die."

The turtle shell moved.

The world inside is in crazy turmoil!

Suddenly, Iron Turtle's expression suddenly changed and he cursed:

"Not dead, retreat!"

Immediately, all six of them retreated.

Old Hongxian couldn't help but look back: "I have clearly cut off his soul and cut him into three pieces!"

Chong Jianfeng said: "The physical body has been destroyed and is completely charred and withered!"

Fu Jiu: "The will will sink and it will never return."

Ye Xiao: "If you think about the seven desires in your mind, they will all perish long ago."

Yanling Curse's face was as dark as ink, and he couldn't stand it and said: "Illusion Sword Technique, broken!"

Click——

The space around was like a mirror cracked.

Iron Turtle, Hongxian Lao, Fu Jiu, Ye Xiao, and Chong Jianfeng all changed their expressions: "What?"

Bang!

The space shattered.

Everything just now seems to be illusory.

At this moment, what everyone sees is a wall of flesh that penetrates the sky, and there is a faint... fingernail covering the ceiling of the wall of flesh?

Hongxianlao was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes with difficulty.

The holy thought swept away, and he saw the huge soles, ankles, and foot hair...

After scanning for a long time, I finally saw the knee from the calf.

At this time, above the sky, the Extreme Giant had passed through the clouds, leaned down, and looked at it with its huge eyes like the moon falling to the ground.

"What?!"

In an instant, the hairs on his hair stood on end, his red-lined pupils trembled, and he shouted hoarsely: "What is this!"

After asking himself, information about Xu Xiaoshou flashed through his mind - the super giant who tore apart the Holy Emperor with his own hands!

"Iron-tortoise-"

Almost everyone was retreating and shouting. Only the Iron Turtle was forced to brave the wind and go upstream.

Even in the face of headwinds, you can make a comeback!

Look at me!

The Iron Turtle picked up the huge turtle shell and knocked it hard on the toenails of the Extreme Giant...

"Snapped."

The world has stopped.

Iron turtle?

little turtle!

The ultimate giant poked it with one finger, and like a pillar of heaven coming down, the iron turtle hurriedly covered his head with the turtle shell.

"Dragon Cover..."

Ten-segment sword pointing·Tao!

"boom--"

It penetrated through the distance, shattering all the voices of stubborn resistance at the moment.

The deep pit was broken out on the spot.

Hong Xianlao, who was closest to him, felt that his face was being torn apart by sword thoughts, and when his body was swept away by the strong wind, his eyes twisted and collapsed uncontrollably.

But at the last moment, he clearly saw the ground beneath the Iron Turtle being shattered first, then the turtle shell exploded, and the Iron Turtle's holy body shattered...

The blood mist failed to explode.

The half-saint has become a piece of cake!

His lips were crooked, his voice was trembling wildly, and the world seemed to be delayed. Red Line Lao screamed out this slowly and heartbreakingly:

"Foot bag~~~~"
To be continued...