The First Immortal of the Heavens

If it were other immeasurable consummations, perhaps she would be afraid of Bingyuyan, after all, her reputation was too strong, and it had been spread to southern Xinjiang for five hundred years.

Ghost King Futian is an exception.

Because he already belongs to the point where he is close to the saint, if all kinds of things hadn't happened this year, he might have retreated and hit the saint realm.

So he prides himself on being in the realm of boundlessness, no one can be his opponent.

This time he was dispatched, also with the idea of ​​leading the ghosts and gods alone to wipe out the people in the vast forest in one fell swoop. This is to frighten southern Xinjiang and tell everyone that their ghosts and gods are always the most invincible in southern Xinjiang. Anyone goes against their will.

However, he didn't expect Bing Yuyan to stop him alone.

"The first beauty in southern Xinjiang, such a big name, but unfortunately this is not strength." Ghost King Futian stepped out, aroused by the violent power.

In the world, the ghost road is filled with darkness.

A horrible ghost figure appeared behind him, with his feet on the ground and the sky above his head, he raised his hand and slammed directly towards Bing Yuyan.

Bing Yuyan looked at him indifferently, as calm as still water, without any waves.

Even if it was the murderer of Guishentai, the murderer of the sacred land, the murderer of the Bingxue Temple, she was still calm.

She is no longer.

Facing the palm that covered the sky, her Ice Soul Holy Sword trembled slightly, and she moved.

Whoosh!

I saw the top of the Tianmu Mountain, the figure of Peerless Fanghua was still there, but there was still a moving figure in the sky, passing by like a flying fairy.

In an instant, above the sky, the darkness disappeared, the giant hand shattered, and the ghost shattered.

Only Ghost King Futian bleeds from his right hand, with a blood groove on his right chest, and a dazzling sword light blooming in front of his horrified face, making his unbelievable expression imprinted in all immeasurable eyes.

All Wuliang suddenly looked back.

Seeing Tiantian, Bing Yuyan stood slanting above their heads.

Looking at Tianmu Mountain again, the ice jade face there began to slowly fade.

Between the two, there is a splendid sword light connection, as if through their darkness.

After a brief loss of consciousness and horror, Ghost King Futian roared: "Strike with all your strength!"

He was terrified.

Just now, if he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he might be killed by a sword.

At this time, he realized that Bing Yuyan was so powerful as to be terrifying.

Forty-nine immeasurable masters hissed wildly.

The floating ice jade face overlooked them, with an indifferent expression, as if looking at a dead person.

"Be careful!"

Ghost King Futian's face changed again, shouting to remind him, but he was still a step slower.

Snow fell around the 49 immeasurable masters. The snow was shining, but thunder and lightning throbbed on it. Suddenly, there was a terrible edge, and it was shot out like a sword.

Puff puff……

Forty-nine immeasurable people, without exception, were all pierced by the flying snow and lightning, not their chests or their heads, all in an instant, bloody, screaming and falling from high altitude.

Ghost King Futian was shocked, and he realized that Bing Yuyan could not kill him with a single sword because he was distracted and wanted to kill the other immeasurables.

The hateful thing is that he found out so late that forty-nine Da Boundless suffered a tragic massacre.

He just reacted, and he felt a sharp sharp drop.

"not good!"

The ghost king floating instinctively flashed, and at the same time he used his own immeasurable spear to jab forward.

call out!

The void shattered by his spear, did not touch the Ice Soul Holy Sword.

Bing Yuyan even overbearingly never used the absolute advantage of the Ice Soul Holy Sword to sever the Immeasurable Spear, but wiped the Immeasurable Spear and the sword passed by.

puff!

The sword flicked from the waist of Ghost King Futian, there was no blood, because the body was frozen, and the broken body was reunited and frozen, but Ghost King Futian heard the voice of death.

He looked down with difficulty, and saw Bing Yuyan passing through the 49 ghosts and gods who fell to the ground, and also driving the snowflakes and lightning to penetrate these people again, making them completely dead, and none of them can survive. .

"Why are you so strong?"

This is the last sentence in the life of Ghost King Futian.

************Xuan Yuehe.

This is a big river eight hundred miles away from Qingque Palace. The river is turbulent. Looking back upstream, you can see waterfalls falling from the sky.

There are fifty immeasurable people here from afar.

They are people from Jinding Holy Land.

They threatened to avenge Ying Wuji and revenge for the once-saint Jiang Chao.

When they were still about a kilometer away from Xuanyue River, they saw a lonely figure standing alone.

She is as beautiful as an immortal, she is like a goddess in the dust.

She is Bing Yuyan.

"kill!"

The Great Boundless of the Jinding Holy Land knew how powerful Bing Yuyan was, otherwise Ying Wuji could not be killed, so they chose fifty people to join forces.

Bing Yuyan just fell calmly, stepping on the swift Xuanyue River.

In an instant, the river was frozen.

In an instant, waves of thunder and lightning rushed out of the river, carrying the edge of the sword, and killing them like a sword.

Fifty immeasurable roars, attacking with all their might.

Bang bang bang...

Puff puff……

A series of collisions, a series of sounds through the body, and finally a series of screams.

When the turbulent power dissipated.

Fifty immeasurable Jinding holy places looked down and watched the sword-like thunder and lightning slowly dissipating on their chests, tearing their bodies in an instant, and they only saw the ice jade face standing like a **** standing on the frozen Xuanyue The river is so beautiful, but unfortunately they never see it again.

************ The vast expanse of grassland is a thousand miles away from Qingque Palace.

From the north and south directions of the large grassland, two teams galloped from each other, each with 50 people, both of them are immense.

One of them came from the Great Xia Empire and the other came from the Demon Sword Forbidden Land.

At the center point where they gathered, the tender grass swayed with the wind, and there was a woman standing, who seemed to be the only flower that dotted the prairie.

Two immeasurable teams, like two long dragons, gather together, and then kill her together.

She rose from the ground, and her body suddenly filled with the monstrous power.

The Eucharist is fully aroused.

Click!

The void in front was crushed by Shengwei.

She is like a saint in the dust, directly lifting the sky full of grass and leaves into a sword and blasting into the broken space.

call out!

She herself came to the west like a sword, tearing the fusion of the two teams with one sword.

People pass, the earth is plowed into a gully.

All Da Wuliang either had grass leaves stuck in his chest, or there was a blood line on his neck, or the bones of his whole body were crushed by the Holy Power.

They fell to the ground one by one, only to see the charming woman as if about to fly away, the whole body was filled with bright light, and they mumbled to themselves: "The sword in the forbidden area of ​​the demon sword is rusty. It’s really disappointing to live up to the sharpness it once was."

They knew that she was Bing Yuyan, a beautiful woman in southern Xinjiang.

The killing is not over, it is just the beginning.

Next, Bing Yuyan pushed forward at full speed, as if he hadn't encountered any obstacles, and returned all the way back to the Boundless who had been killed from the ten directions.

Lan Yuelou! Baoyuelou! Ziyang Holy Land! Five Elements Willow House! Dragon Burial Forbidden! Langya cursed the land!

Without exception, they were completely intercepted when they were more than a thousand miles away from Qingque Palace.

And after they remove the curse of Langya, which is cursed with evil, the rest are solved with one sword.

Langya cursed the land, two swords.

She was alone and spent an hour slaughtering an infinite number of five hundred of the top ten saint-level forces in southern Xinjiang.

The First World War Conferred God.

The horizontal push is endless.

This battle caused a sensation in southern Xinjiang, and even spread to the Eastern Region, West Desert, Zhongzhou and Beiyuan.

With her sword, Bing Yuyan, the number one beauty in southern Xinjiang, stepped on five hundred immeasurable corpses to formally ascend the throne of the number one person in southern Xinjiang.