The twenty-seventh heaven, the twenty-seventh heaven at this moment, has been filled with blood, and even the scattered clouds and mist are also filled with blood. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As far as the eye could see, there were dead bodies floating in the clouds.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!"

Sun Wukong, the golden hoop stick in his hand suddenly smashed to the top of the head of an alien land in front of him.

With a stick falling, this alien race didn't have time to scream, and his brain burst!

Die!

"Ten thousand!"

After killing this alien race, Sun Wukong carried the stick in his hand to his shoulder and swept in all directions, and those alien races looked at Sun Wukong with fear in their eyes.

Where is this man... It's like a bloodthirsty monkey demon!

"Leper dog, it looks like you're going to lose!"

Sun Wukong looked at him thousands of feet away, with a three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand, and any alien race in front of Yang Jian could not escape a dead word.

"Monkey, don't get complacent. ”

Yang Jian's eyebrows narrowed, the alien race he killed had just reached nine thousand at the moment, which was a thousand less than Sun Wukong!

Although it seems that the two of them are killing more aliens than who kills.

However, the divine consciousness of the two of them did not leave a place for a moment.

That's the ten alien races in the clouds and mist thousands of miles away!

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian both understood in their hearts that these alien soldiers, no matter how many they were, they were just small soldiers, and it was useless to kill more, the real big head was in the back!

"Leper dog, have you heard a word?"

Sun Wukong, the golden hoop stick in his hand stretched forward, and it became longer in an instant, and the people of the coming alien race were like strings, and they collapsed directly!

"What?"

The three-pointed two-edged knife in Yang Jian's hand slashed forward, and an alien race was split in half diagonally, and these ordinary alien races could not pose the slightest threat to the two of them.

"Instead of sitting back and waiting, it's better to strike first!"

Sun Wukong slowly retracted the golden hoop stick in his hand, and his eyes flashed with fire.

"It just so happened that Ben Jun also wanted to say this. ”

The two of them glanced at each other from a distance, and a smile rose from the corner of their mouths.

Sun Wukong waved the golden hoop stick in his hand at will, and a row of aliens turned into blood mist and collapsed.

At this moment, it seems to be like Sun Wukong with every previous action.

Suddenly it changed!

The golden hoop stick in his hand disappeared out of thin air in an instant!

At this moment, in the clouds and mist thousands of feet away, the ten alien races were still looking energetic, but at this time, their faces changed.

All ten aliens reacted, but it was too late!

"Eat my grandson!"

In the sky above them, a rod that spans thousands of feet descends in an instant!

Boom!

The void shook, and the original cloud and mist dispersed in an instant!

Ten alien races, all scattered under a stick!

Three of them spurted blood directly, a stick!

But at this moment, the three alien races who vomited blood were the weakest ones.

Behind him, a white shadow suddenly appeared silently!

The blade glowing with white light reflected the eyes of this alien race, and this light... It also became the last sight he had ever seen in his life.

The next moment, Yang Jian's knife came down in an instant!

Cut directly from the right neck of this alien race to the left waist!

One knife, two halves!

Blood splashed on Yang Jian's white face, Yang Jian's clothes were soaked with blood, and his body was full of blood!

A pair of bloodshot eyes swept over the other nine alien races in an instant!

And at this moment, Sun Wukong's figure also turned into a golden light, and instantly fell beside Yang Jian, carrying the golden hoop stick on his shoulder, and his eyes swept over the nine alien races.

These nine alien races all exude the power of the Nine Heavens of the Holy Realm at this moment.

"Dare enough!"

The person who is the leader of the alien race has a cold glint in his eyes at this moment, and he is cold.

Originally, the ten of them were discussing how to capture Yang Jian alive, because they were all interested in the third eye between Yang Jian's eyebrows.

It's just that what they didn't expect was... The plan has not been fully set, and Yang Jian and Sun Wukong will take the initiative.

"What did he say?"

Sun Wukong scratched his neck, he couldn't hear the words of this alien race at all, and asked Yang Jian.

"Whatever he says, kill him!"

Yang Jian, there was a surging killing intent in his eyes, as a person from the Three Realms, for foreign races... There is no such thing as tolerance!

Those who offend my realm... Kill!

"Well said!"

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed!

"Leper dog, I have heard you talk nonsense for so many years, and this sentence is the most popular. ”

Bared his teeth and smiled, and Sun Wukong's face swelled with ruthlessness.

"What bullshit alien, kill it!"

At this moment, the figures of the nine alien races and nine people spread, surrounding Sun Wukong and Yang Jian in the center.

The bodies of the nine alien races all have amazing strange coercion!

Moreover, among the nine alien races, there is actually some kind of power echoing each other!

Individually, none of the nine of them can be the opponent of Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, but once they join forces...

Anyway, these are nine existences comparable to the Nine Heavens of the Holy Realm, and Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, no matter how strong they are, they are no more than the Nine Heavens of the Holy Realm.

There are nine people at the same level in the two-person battle, and it is conceivable that they will win or lose!

Both of them know that the chances of surviving this battle are so slim.

"Monkey, how about we make another bet?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, sweeping over the nine alien races, without the slightest fear in his eyes.

"Leper dog, you've already lost once, what's the bet on this time?"

Sun Wukong has never been afraid of heaven and earth, let alone these nine alien races!

Even if you will lose, so what, above the momentum, you must not lose!

"No, this time, I'm going to win. Yang Jian said confidently.

"If I win, I just want you to promise me one thing. ”

"You still win, my grandson, let's talk about it. Sun Wukong pointed forward with the golden hoop stick in his hand, and there was a supreme domineering spirit on his body!

"We'll bet... Whose hands will these nine aliens die in the end!"

The three-pointed and two-edged knife in Yang Jian's hand kept whispering.

"Bet on this, then you're going to lose!"

Sun Wukong grinned...

The nine alien races on all sides, at this moment, were all killing towards the two.

At the same moment, just when Sun Wukong was about to make a move!

Suddenly... Yang Jian's figure appeared in front of him without the slightest warning!

A seal fell into Sun Wukong's body in an instant, briefly unloading Sun Wukong's resistance, and exhausting all his cultivation, Yang Jian used his cultivation as a thrust and fell on Sun Wukong's body.

The powerful thrust made Sun Wukong's figure fall down like a streamer, with an unparalleled speed!

A pair of fiery eyes, revealing a look of surprise!

Why...!

"Monkey, you have seen the appearance of the immortals and Buddhas in the Forgotten Dust Realm, I can die, but you... No, you can't!"

"The beings of the Three Realms need you!"

Yang Jian, slowly turned around, a three-pointed two-edged knife, and met the nine alien races that were coming!

"As I said earlier... I will win. ”

"I have only one request..."

"There is a place thirty miles away from the mouth of the Guanjiang River, called Qiaoshui Town, where there is a girl named Lou Menghan, I hope you can help me erase the existence of me in her memory, please...!"