In the central battlefield, two fighting gods stood in the air.

Half of the stars were twinkling, as if it was day.

Half dark and quiet, like late at night.

One gray and one black confrontation in the sky.

"You have thought that today you will die. Are you willing to use your chance to ascense to exchange for a moment of peace in this world?"

The demon fighting god asked in a hoarse voice.

"You have thought that it is not easy for the demon clan to practice. I don't know how many years you have practiced before you can reach such a state. If you fall here, you will be immortal."

The God of Fighting Grey is not polite.

"Hahaha..." The demon fighting god sneered, and the black fog surged around him.

The pale hands tightly held the black hilt, and the black scabbard slowly slid down.

This knife has no blade body.

The descendants of the ancient clan in the Haotian Formation made a noise of confusion. They thought that the Demon Fighting God would sacrifice any rare star soldiers and treasures, but in the end, the knife was only handle.

The gray-robed Fighting God gently shook the folding fan without any wavering.

Because only Zhuo Buqun and the Fighting God saw everyone present.

The blade was filled with a bright red cold light, and it was biting.

"Come on the fight!!"

The astrological sign behind the demon fighting god was roaring through the sky.

The ancient tribe members in the Haotian Formation only felt their heads buzzing, and some of the poor cultivation had their ears bleeding.

The black fog flashed, and the demon fighting god had already flashed in front of the gray-robed fighting god.

There was no sound, and the demon fighting god gently waved the hilt of the knife in front of the gray robe fighting god.

The space in front of him was instantly split into cracks.

The ancient tribe's gray-robed fighting god dare not neglect.

With a snap, close the folding fan.

The galaxy flowed behind him, and the brightest star in the lead led the rest of the stars to dance, sometimes rushing and sometimes slow.

The gray-robed Fighting God folding fan was lifted, blocking the crack of the space spreading to him.

"Buzz buzz..." Circles of aftermath spread around.

The ancient god's road that could not be shaken even by the peak of Dou Sheng actually trembled.

The powerful fighting god raised his hands and destroyed the world.

The aftermath spread to the Haotian Formation, there was only a lot of it left, but there were still people in the formation who were affected and died on the spot.

"retreat!"

The ancient tribe's fighting saint ordered the Haotian formation to retreat again.

The galaxy flows against the flow, and the stars in the gray-robed fighting gods are moving other stars into changing their dance postures and continuing to dance.

The gray-robed Fighting God opened the folding fan and fanned towards the head of the demon Fighting God.

A seemingly gentle blow drove thousands of stars, and the folding fan drew a beautiful arc of stars.

The demon fighting god swung his sword straight towards the gray-robed fighting god's face.

With just the second move of the fight, the Demon Fighting God actually fought to the death, completely ignoring the two hundred injuries.

The gray-robed Fighting God was surprised and hurriedly closed the folding fan and intercepted the long sword.

"When..." The gray-robed fighting god retreated with force.

The space collapses where weapons clash.

The space of the Path of Ancient Gods has characteristics, is stronger than other spaces and is also recovered faster than space.

But the battle between the fighting gods made the space of the ancient gods not too late to repair.

The collapse of space is still spreading.

The gray-robed Fighting God changed his hand and held the folding fan and shook it gently. The hand that had just collided quietly clenched his fist behind his back, and was shocked to death.

"Hmph..." The Demon Fighting God snorted coldly, obviously disdaining the gray-robed Fighting God pretending.

At the top of the Dayan Palace, Zhuo Buqun admired the game between the two fighting gods from afar, watching with relish.

The black fog surged, and the Rakshasa constellation continued to absorb the energy in the black room and became real.

The Rakshasa set off and the demon sword retracted it to his waist.

The demon fighting gods made the same moves as Rakshasa, but they only had the hilt of the knife, which was a bit funny in the eyes of mortals.

When watching the Fighting God with Gray Robe, the stars and stars are already dancing around the Fighting God with one-handed wording.

Zhuo Buqun in the distance saw all this, his arms were buoyed, and Yanchen's Heavenly Transformation Art was fully opened, and he set up a protective cover to cover the Dayan Palace.

Zhuo Buqun, who has experienced the Battle of Gods, knows what will happen next.

The space of the Ancient Gods Road was rapidly repairing, just at the moment when the last crack was repaired.

The two sides fought against the gods.

The Demon Fighting God and the Rakshasa behind him swung the sword out from his waist together.

"Juhe!"

"Move the universe!!"

The gray-robed Fighting God also raised the power of the astrological signs to the extreme and flew out the folding fan.

A black crescent moon as thin as hair appeared and slashed towards the gray-robed Fighting God.

Just when the folding fan, full of the power of the God of Fighting, was about to touch the Black Crescent Sword Aura.

The sword energy disappeared.

It disappeared out of thin air and there was no collision.

The gray-robed Fighting God saw that the momentum was not good, and the stars floated in front of him, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Just as the gray-robed Fighting God finished all this, the sword energy suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Puchi!!"

The stars blocking in front of him were cut into two halves one by one, and the sword energy did not diminish at all, and it hit the arms of the gray-robed fighting god.

The gray robe fighting god flew backwards, and the sleeves of his arms were broken into small pieces.

"Boom..." The gray-robed Fighting God rushed straight into the Haotian Formation.

The light of the Haotian Array suddenly darkened, and the only remaining effort made the Haotian Array consume half of it.

The folding fan also attacked the Demon Fighting God, who brought the black fog to gather together.

"Bang..." The folding fan flew backwards, and the demon fighting god stood still.

The four black blood pieces of the blocking hand hung beside him.

Both fighting gods used their bodies to withstand a wave.

The gray-robed Fighting God was aroused from the Haotian Formation and caught the folding fan that flew backwards.

The sleeves were destroyed, the arms were covered with tiny scratches, and blood was flowing.

He gently shakes the folding fan, and the gray robe fights the god pretends to be calm.

The Demon Fighting God held the hilt with his mouth, applied force with one hand, and pulled down the other broken arm with force.

Drips of black blood dripped onto the path of the ancient gods, and they actually eroded the indestructible path of the ancient gods.

The Demon Fighting God found a dragon claw covered with scales from somewhere.

"Crack..." "Roar..." The dragon claw was picked up by the demon fighting god, and wailed in pain.

The gray-robed Fighting God shook his folding fan and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I'm afraid I'm going to die here today."

The demon fighting god grabbed the black robe and threw it down, revealing his graceful body.

"The Demon Fighting God is actually a woman?

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Zhuo Buqun said in surprise and puzzled.

Everyone in the ancient tribe was also shocked and their chins fell off.

The gray-robed Fighting God was trembling slightly.

The demon fighting god has black armor and graceful figure. Yanran is a young girl with a dragon claw slightly abrupt.
To be continued...