Lin Haoran saw the other party's intentions.

The Red Flame of the fall of the Demon Sect, the two demon commanders of Chu Hong, were single-handedly promoted by him, no matter what, the Demon Sect was his primary target to eradicate.

And the five demon marshals and the demon lord Qin Qiuhe were able to use the power of the Heavenly Tribulation to kill Chiyan Chu Hong.

Qin Qiuhe sneered: "The three of them don't have to worry, you Lin Haoran say it now, is it a battle or a combination?"

While speaking, the masters of Buddhism and Confucianism stood together, Qin Qiuhe had nothing to rely on, but he cultivated profoundly, comprehended immortal bones, and cultivated to a higher level.

The four elephant arrays that are divided into four directions are his greatest reliance.

Lin Haoran smiled indifferently: "Why ...... it"

Unexpectedly, his voice suddenly froze, his ruddy cheeks were replaced by black gas, and he shook his body, his face full of disbelief.

Everyone didn't expect this change, Xihua Zhenren hurriedly helped Lin Haoran, and said in a low voice: "Poison?"

Yan Zhenren's face changed: "Isn't it already cleared? Why is this still the case?"

Lin Haoran took a deep breath, suddenly raised the immortal yuan force to suppress the dead ash, looked at the Confucian Holy Lord, and said word by word: "Your Excellency is so calculating, the old man is still in your way." ”

The Holy Lord of Confucianism had a slightly gloomy face: "Come slowly, this seat already has the idea of quitting the fight, not my hand." ”

Yan Zhenren said angrily: "Who else is it not you? The world is poisonous, who can be the right of your Confucianism?"

"Believe it or not. The Holy Lord of the Confucian Sect said lightly: "Before Lin Haoran crossed the catastrophe, this seat had plans to uproot the Sword Sect, but after he crossed the catastrophe, this seat died that heart, not to mention that the conspirators lurked in the shadows, and the fight was nothing more than the will of the other party." ”

Lin Haoran suppressed the spread of poisonous gas, only felt a boiling in the flesh and blood, and it was difficult to hide the gray color on his face, looking at the world covered by snowflakes, he said slowly: "The old man has made up his mind. ”

This sentence has already clarified the position.

The people above the sky immediately understood Lin Haoran's intentions, this guy didn't care about the poisonous gas, and he wanted to fight to the death and leave all the people behind.

The poison that can overturn the master of the Tribulation Realm must be beyond imagination, and Lin Haoran is even more tenacious than he can imagine.

What Lin Haoran had to do was to wipe out all the unstable factors in the immortal cultivation world, his gaze first crossed the Qin Qiu River, and then examined the Confucian Holy Lord, the Buddha Emperor, one by one......

Some people are the objects he must eradicate, such as Qin Qiuhe, such as the only three remaining demon commanders, and some people are the opponents he wants to annihilate, such as the Buddha Emperor, the Confucian Holy Lord......

The wind is surging, and the snow is drifting.

Lin Haoran was rippling sword light everywhere around him, and the sword light that rushed into the clouds tore through the oppressive clouds, and the powerful momentum suddenly attacked, and everyone let out a scream in unison and scattered away.

"Lin Haoran, you are looking for death. The voice of the Buddha Emperor was angry, among the several masters, he was the most seriously injured, and Xiaoyue Zhenren's death-defying blow caused him heavy injuries.

Qin Qiuhe was galloping, his eyes flashed a cold breath, Lin Haoran's move was intended to break the boat, no matter who the conspirator was, he would definitely hide in the crowd, kill all the people without distinguishing between them, and the conspiracy would be self-defeating.

The Confucian Holy Lord glanced at the real person intentionally or unintentionally, suddenly turned around, raised his palm and swept it.

The brilliant brilliance of the galaxy.

The picture of the stars moving and turning appeared in the field of vision of the ruined real people, thousands of stars standing high in the sky, suddenly landed, and the falling stars turned into swift meteors and fell from the sky.

The cultivation of the Confucian holy lord is slightly inferior to the Confucian holy master, and it is also the Mahayana period, but there is a difference of four small levels, the Confucian holy lord of the Mahayana nine realms, and the five realms of the Mahayana of the devastation, it seems that there is not much difference, but the higher the cultivation, the greater the difference in strength.

In the face of the explosive blow, Yan Rui Zhenren was martyred by the sword, and a scarlet sword slashed into the sky.

The stars shattered under the sword, and the sword dissipated under the bombardment of the stars.

The whole scene changed, Lin Haoran knew it in his chest, and his words were restrained, he stretched out his fingers lightly, and a wisp of strength cut through the starry sky realm, and the Confucian Holy Lord trembled in his heart, and the sword pressure was so powerful, with a finger from afar, thousands of star fields were wiped out.

"Hugh away. Lin Haoran drank in a deep voice, and crossed a thousand zhang in one step, the Confucian Holy Lord was not entangled, his body was continuously refracted in the air, and he just escaped under Lin Haoran's attack.

"Are you gone?"

Lin Haoran endured the poisonous erosion and straightened his body, he was already an ancient old man, but with his waist upright, it seemed to become a majestic mountain, an amazing aura, with the rotation of his wrist, the powerful sword intent slashed towards the void.

The cold sword qi slashed into the void, the space was distorted, and after the sword qi dissipated, Mu heard a roar of pain, causing a Buddha Emperor in one direction to squirt out a mouthful of blood mixed with minced meat.

Lin Haoran's sword seemed to be slashing towards the Confucian Holy Lord, and everyone thought so.

But seeing that the sword qi escaped into the void, the Confucian Holy Lord was also on guard, but suddenly the target shifted, and the Buddha Emperor suddenly suffered a catastrophe, and the golden Buddha statue completely lost its brilliance, and it was like autumn leaves, and it was difficult to undertake the second wave of attacks.

"Lin Haoran. The Buddha Emperor shouted angrily, he wanted to accuse Lin Haoran of insidious methods, but as an aggressor, this sentence was really not contagious, but it only increased the laughing stock.

"Hands-on. ”

Xiang Yang shouted.

His goal was not Lin Haoran, but the demon lord Qin Qiuhe on the left, Helian and Zhong Yin played their magical powers at the same time, supplemented by a central method, to take down Qin Qiuhe in a few rounds.

"I can't help myself. ”

Qin Qiuhe smiled coldly, just when everyone thought that he was going to counterattack, he had already lost his figure in the sky, and when he reappeared, he was already beside Lin Haoran, and the black light of his palm probed Lin Haoran's back.

Lin Haoran is the number one enemy, and if he kills Lin Haoran, he is the strongest person in the immortal cultivation world.

Lin Haoran and Qin Qiuhe have studied the lines of the immortal bones and the operation of the immortal yuan, and their cultivation has entered a new realm, if Qin Qiuhe had not suffered trauma back then, Lin Haoran would not be alone in today's catastrophe.

Lin Haoran turned around quickly.

And stabbed it like a sword.

The black light suddenly flourished, swept the entire heaven and earth, and enveloped Lin Haoran in it.

Although the black light was thick, it could not hide the surging sword intent in it, and a piece of moonlight sprinkled in the darkness, like a bright moon rising high.

Qin Qiuhe shouted, raised his hands above his head, turned into a world-shattering magic knife, and slashed towards the dark world.

The snowy mountains sprinkled by the moonlight in the sky, the flying snow became extremely dazzling, and the white brilliance pierced the people who couldn't open their eyes.

The pitch-black magic knife poured into the darkness, as if it had applied a protective umbrella, and the blade could no longer be seen, but the terrifying sword power spread in all directions like a physical entity.

The duel between the strongest people of the contemporary era erupted into an earth-shattering sound, and the space quickly distorted, like ripples, infinitely amplified.