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The change in the Buddhist relic, Wuji Laozu also saw clearly, but he didn't care.

It seems that the other side should be at the end of its tether. If he had any good methods, he would have put them into practice.

It seems that killing the other side is the last blow. Thinking of this, his hand flashed with a flash of light, and the huge axe rose high again. Just as he was about to fall down, he felt a flower in front of his eyes, and the Buddha's relic suddenly disappeared. The shadow in the flame's soul flashed, and Zhang Xiaojian was already a hundred meters away.

At that moment, Wuji Laozu almost cried, and the other party even entered the period of transforming God.

However, after calming down, Wuji Laozu remembered what Zhang Xiaojian had pasted on his forehead. It seems that it was that thing that played a role. Otherwise, how could this boy suddenly enter the period of transforming God.

This kind of promotion should not last long. As long as you hold him back for a while, the other party will be finished.

Thinking of this, Wuji Laozu opened a mountain axe and cut it directly towards Zhang Xiaojian's head.

Zhang Xiaojian roared, and the sound shocked the whole field. Qingyun sword brought a golden light and went to meet the huge axe. At the same time, a piece of gold brick also flew into the air, directly smashing like the infinite ancestor.

Time is pressing. Zhang Xiaojian knows this better than anyone else. If you don't take advantage of the blood talisman's function to attack, I'm afraid she really has no chance.

The green cloud sword is as powerful as a rainbow. It cuts the fallen axe into two. The lost axe falls on the ground, and the light is dim. It turns into a pile of rags.

At the moment when the axe was destroyed, a mouthful of blood gushed out and nearly fell to the ground.

But at this time, the golden brick has been smashed down with a huge spiritual pressure.

Father Wuji's face was very ugly. When his left hand shook, the soul of the flame had returned to its original appearance. Facing the gold bricks, he hit each other twice, and it was a huge noise that made the earth shaking.

Both of them vomited out a mouthful of blood and stepped back.

Zhang Xiaojian's body has just stood still, a golden light has already flown out, flash into the gold brick, the brick fell half a foot, the soul of the flame seems to be some can not hold.

Let go of the perception, Zhang Xiaojian was very happy because he found Zhenyuan sword not far away.

Wuji Laozu was so devoted to dealing with him that he didn't collect his real yuan sword.

After a moment's thought, the sixteen Zhenyuan swords had reached his head, and the light flashed again. Finally, they were integrated into one, and the thunder arc flashed. They stabbed at the infinite ancestor directly.

Wuji Laozu was pale to deal with the gold bricks. When he saw Zhenyuan sword coming, he hesitated for a moment. When he patted his chest, a mouthful of blood gushed out. At the moment of the blood gushing out, a crystal clear petal had emerged in the air.

Blood fell on the petals, instantly turned the petals into red.

The light of petals turns, and it turns in the air, and it automatically meets up like Zhenyuan sword.

The light of petals swayed. At the moment of meeting with Zhenyuan sword, seven colors of light floated and wrapped around Zhenyuan sword.

When Zhang Xiaojian saw this situation, her face became a little ugly. Didn't wang Shishi say that he had lost all his skills after practicing the triple turn Chongyang skill. How could this happen.

Wuji Laozu didn't look at Zhang Xiaojian at all. He didn't know what pill he put into his mouth. The red tide on his face instantly returned to normal.

With the continuous printing of both hands, one by one spiritual light entered into the soul of the flame and the colorful flower.

The falling trend of the BRICs has stopped, and the spirit of the flame spurts out the hot flame, slowly surrounding the BRICs, and gradually dragging the BRICs up. What Zhang Xiaojian saw was that she was frightened.

The Bo of life and death, this is a close match of life and death, there is no draw, only life and death.

With the rapid consumption of spiritual power in the body, Zhang Xiaojian's face is already a little pale. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that in the end, he will still be caught.

Think of here, Zhang Xiaojian left hand suddenly out of a crystal clear beads, like a throw in the air, cold meaning let him can not help but fight a cold war.

When the ice spirit bead flies out, there are countless ice crystals in the air, but the temperature of the flame spirit is too high, the ice crystal will disappear in an instant.

Zhang Xiaojian did not stop, her hands quickly printed. The next second, the sky above the gold bricks was covered with clouds and thunder, and countless crystal clear ice skates with ice soul beads fell down. It's Zhang Xiaojian's ice rain blade.

The ice rain Sabre continuously shrouds the infinite ancestor. For a time, he is hard to care about. When he is dealing with the ice rain blade, the ice spirit pearl has played a great power and trapped the soul of the flame in it.

The four walls of ice trapped the soul of the flame. No matter how hard it struggled, it didn't have any effect. The gold brick fell half a meter again. The great ancestor gushed out a mouthful of blood, and his body was obviously shaken.

The right hand quickly shook in front of the chest, a golden fly out, and then turned into a huge light curtain, covering the ice rain blade.The next second, a red awn enters the soul of the flame, which lights up again, barely slowing down the falling speed of the bricks.

Zhang Xiaojian frowned. The next second, the mountain and river fan had already flown into the air, and the five peaks had flown out and landed directly on the gold bricks.

The gold bricks began to fall slowly, and the flame soul of the infinite ancestor was suddenly dimmed under the condition of being attacked by enemies.

With a loud noise, the soul of the fire broke from the middle and fell to the ground.

The five peaks fell down at once. Wuji Laozu didn't have time to think about it. He pushed his hands up. The red light covered the bricks. The continuous public fog held the bricks down, and then they froze.

Zhang Xiaojian's eyes narrowed slightly and sneered. Another elixir was put into her mouth. Then, with one hand like the real yuan sword, the lightning flashed wildly. The petals, which had been floating in the sky, were suddenly dim. After two rounds of twirling in the air, the petals directly synthesized one, and even wanted to escape.

How could Zhang Xiaojian give the other party such a chance? Zhenyuan sword suddenly separated, and the flowers were covered by 16 Zhenyuan swords.

Wuji Laozu actually saw the situation here, but he had no time to take care of it. He watched the dense thunder arc of Zhenyuan sword swallow up the petal.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Xiaojian took a long breath and relaxed a little. Then, Lingli directly injected the gold brick and roared "go to death."