Fang Lin, the "Xuandi", exclaimed. While his blood was gushing wildly, his expression became as ferocious as a beast.

The man who drove the golden chariot was Xuandi. He sacrificed the ancient lamp of the burning God to fight against the giant turtle demon king. At the same time, he also saw the battle here in the depths of the fierce mountain.

Seeing that his son was about to lose, Xuandi naturally couldn't sit idly by. He made a strong move, cut off drinking and retreated Fang Lin, which also seriously injured Fang Lin and almost collapsed.

Even if it was just Xuandi's cut-off, it also contained the majesty of the strong in the spirit bone realm. Fang Lin was just a small Tian Yuan, and naturally could not bear this pressure.

If Fang Lin's body didn't exceed the limit and reach a very abnormal level, coupled with the protection of the Kirin battle clothes, the Xuandi could easily kill Fang Lin with a sound of drinking.

This is an unimaginable huge gap. Even Fang Lin, with three heads and six arms, is only a weak mole ant in the eyes of a strong man like Emperor Xuan.

Fang Lin fell to the ground, covered with his blood, and even the ground was red with blood.

However, Fang Lin did not give in, even if the bones of his legs had been shattered, but he still stood up stubbornly and glared at Xuandi with a pair of eyes.

"Unbridled" was another cut-off. Emperor Xuan, like a high God, disdained to fight against Fang Lin's so weak existence, and wanted to shock Fang Lin to death in the next life with his own dignity.

This is a kind of contempt, but also a strong performance to the extreme.

"Xuandi, dare you?" at this time, the giant turtle demon king roared, and the red skirt girl standing on its turtle shell suddenly moved and rushed directly in front of the golden chariot

Xuandi's face changed slightly, and he seemed to be very afraid of the red skirt girl. Between turning his hands, there was a startling palm print hitting the red skirt girl.

The girl in red dress looked very indifferent, and her figure was erratic, easily avoiding the palm of Xuandi.

"Only a trace of power left, but also want to be fierce in front of the emperor." Emperor Xuan drank coldly, his eyes like electricity, golden light everywhere.

Hum

The golden light poured out like a big net and swept away towards the girl in red dress.

The ghost of a long sword appeared in the red skirt girl's hand. Looking carefully, it was the bloody long sword owned by Fang Lin.

However, what Fang Lin had was a real bloody sword, and what the red skirt girl held in her hand was an illusory sword.

There is no entity, just a sword spirit that survived before ancient times. Like the red skirt girl herself, it is untrue.

But even so, when the bloody sword appeared, the whole world changed color, red clouds gathered, and the sky seemed to be burned by blood.

This scene can be seen by martial artists everywhere in Xuanguo.

Fang Lin looked at this scene, and his expression was also extremely moving. The bloody long sword in the nine palace bag kept humming, as if it echoed the illusory long sword in the red skirt girl's hand.

"Cut" a cold voice sounded, and the girl in red skirt suddenly waved her illusory sword at Xuandi.

Boom

A sword like cutting off the sky roared out, with an irresistible momentum, straight towards the Xuandi.

"Tai Xuan Tian Gong" Emperor Xuan jumped up from the golden chariot and used his most powerful martial arts.

I saw the internal force surging out like a boundless ocean. Under the operation of taixuan Tiangong, it turned into complex and mysterious marks.

When the sword struck, Emperor Xuan waved his hand, and the marks were dense.

This is an unimaginable confrontation. Everyone present has long been sluggish. Even characters such as the demon king and the Sea Prince have felt that their breathing is about to stop.

The silver fox is hidden deep in the fierce mountain, with fear in his eyes, and he doesn't dare to show his head at all.

The terrible waves swept in all directions, and immediately many monsters died under the waves.

Some martial artists were also affected and died on the spot.

A large section of the thick wall of Zhenyao city also collapsed, and the whole city was crumbling, as if an earthquake had occurred.

"Is this the real strong one?" some martial artists muttered to themselves, looking pale. This level of confrontation is completely different from the martial arts they are familiar with. The level gap is really too big.

Only the real strong are worthy to talk about martial arts. The weak can only stand low and look up silently, becoming cannon fodder that will disappear at any time under the battle between the strong.

Xuandi was still like the sun, standing on the sky, wearing a Golden Dragon Robe, wearing the crown of the emperor, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. His face was sixorseven similar to that of Zhou Yishui. Although he was Zhou Yishui's father, he didn't look so old. He looked only in his thirties, but he was still plump and handsome.

The sword of the girl in red dress didn't hurt him, but it also made Xuandi feel a little shocked.

Because Emperor Xuan has just used taixuantian skill, even if it is still reserved, it is basically used with all its strength.

But under such circumstances, the sword of the girl in red dress also made Xuandi's blood surge, and the palm was even more dull and painful.

In fact, Emperor Xuandi was injured, and a wound was cut in the palm, but the body of emperor Xuandi was already extraordinary, and such flesh injury will recover in the twinkling of an eye.

"I haven't been injured for many years." Xuandi said indifferently. Looking at the palm of his hand, a light red trace was basically blurred and invisible.

"Old monster, do you want to protect this boy?" Emperor Xuan looked at the giant turtle demon king and spoke indifferently.

The giant tortoise demon king snorted, and the traces on the tortoise shell appeared from time to time. He said to the Xuandi, "you can't move this son."

"If I want to move, can you stop me?" Emperor Xuan showed a hint of banter and looked at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin was once again hit hard, his blood gushed, and his body made a sound of bone fracture.

This is Emperor Xuan's use of force to suppress people. Without taking action, he wanted to forcibly suppress Fang Lin with a look in his eyes.

Not letting Fang Lin die is also humiliating Fang Lin.

Click

Fang Lin's bones in both legs are completely broken. Under normal circumstances, he will kneel down and cannot maintain his balance.

But Fang Lin didn't kneel down. Even though he was bleeding all over, he still didn't give in to Emperor Xuan.

"Fang Lin, you are a mole ant, destined to surrender to me. Look at your appearance, how embarrassed hahahaha." Zhou Yishui laughed wildly, losing the dignity of the crown prince of a country, and even seemed a little crazy.

Fang Lin gritted his teeth and didn't care about Zhou Yishui's clamour. His eyes were fixed on Xuandi.

"If I don't die today, your Xuanguo will never have peace."