Fire Island floats in the starry sky. At this moment, several figures stand on it, and for a moment, the sword and crossbow are drawn.

"You're going to be miserable..."

These four words were drawn from Jiang Xiaofan's mouth, and they jumped lightly in the twinkling starry sky, which made Chen Yifeng and Qin Luo both stunned. On the opposite side, the man from the Jinwu clan had a cold light in his eyes, and his eyes staring at Jiang Xiaofan were full of murderous intent.

"Junior! Just in time, kill you today and get back the holy wood of our clan!"

The Jinwu tribe man spoke.

At this moment, the aura on his body became even more terrifying, as if a long-silent volcano suddenly erupted. His whole body seemed to be the mortal world of the God of Destruction, causing the stars in the starry sky to tremble.

"Hiss!"

Qin Luo directly took a breath of air conditioning. This aura was too terrifying.

He looked at the magical ancient tree about stairs tall in Jiang Xiaofan's hand, stared at him, and said, "Boy, you actually have such a connection with the bird clan. You have let go of the holy trees that others established. Isn't it too cruel?!"

"roll."

Jiang Xiaofan cursed.

Although he was holding the Fusang Holy Tree in his hand, the aura emitted by the golden crow man opposite was too terrible. To be honest, he felt a little confused.

"Return the holy tree of my clan back!"

The Jinwu man drank it, stretched out his big hand and slapped it down.

"Dong!"

Such a blow was too terrifying and shattered a large area of ​​starry sky on the spot.

Even Jiang Xiaofan changed color at that level of flesh shell power. Even though he had absolute confidence in his body, his scalp was numb at this moment, and he thought he could not stop the slap.

"Don't you!"

He looked at the ancient Fusang tree in his hand and waved it forward with a tough bullet.

"boom!"

The big hand of the Jinwu tribe man pressed down, and the rolling gods surging, collapsing the sky and the earth.

Compared to this big hand, the ancient Fusang tree that Jiang Xiaofan swept out seems very inconspicuous, giving people the feeling of touching stones with eggs.

However……

"Bang!"

The ancient Fusang tree greeted me, and the light was very soft, and it actually swept the Jin Crow man away.

"Dong!"

The Jinwu tribe man fell and slammed hard on the fire island below, crushing some of the large array runes on it. At this moment, the man looked a little embarrassed, his hair was loose, his right hand was covered with cracks, and he was covered with blood.

"Uh God!"

Qin Luo glared and almost petrochemically on the spot.

Even Chen Yifeng next to him opened his mouth, looking in disbelief.

They had already felt the power of the Jinwu clan men clearly before. The cultivation level of Luotian Eighth Heaven is definitely an extremely terrifying existence, not much worse than the demonic essence of the demon clan. Few people under the Holy Heaven can match.

But now, he was actually pulled away!

In front, Jiang Xiaofan was a little surprised and turned his head to stare at the ancient Fusang tree in his right hand. The old tree did not have any powerful fluctuations, but just now, when he used the old tree to face the golden crow man's attack that seemed like a world-destroying attack, he did not feel any resistance, as if the other party was standing there and letting him suck.

"this……"

He was a little surprised, with a hint of astonishment on his face.

But soon, the ray of shock on his face disappeared, replaced by a strong smile, smiling brightly and strangely. Looking at the King of the Golden Crow Clan on the Fire Island below, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "By the way, you're really miserable this time..."

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

He moved in the starry sky with his illusion step, moved in and changed positions, and instantly appeared in front of the man of the Golden Crow clan.

"you?!"

The Jinwu tribe man was slightly shocked.

He didn't expect that a monk of the third level could have such a terrible speed.

"You're a bullshit!"

Jiang Xiaofan swears directly.

He raised the ancient Fusang tree in his hand, and smashed it hard like holding a peerless magic sword.

The King of the Golden Crow Clan is very powerful, but at this moment there is no time to dodge. He can only raise his left hand and pull out a large area of ​​Dao light, gathering into a hot sun to block in front of him.

but……

"Chew!"

The ancient Fusang tree swept over, and the flame sun he condensed was shattered on the spot.

Jiang Xiaofan held the ancient Fusang tree, just like holding the ancient king's sword in his hand. Even when facing the powerful magical powers produced by the King of Golden Crow, there was no pressure. The smile on his face became stronger. The ancient Fusang tree broke through the Daozhi light curtain supported by the King of Golden Crow and directly sucked it on the other party.

"Bang!"

This was a heavy blow, which made the King of Golden Crow fly backwards on the spot, and his chest sank.

"cough!"

The King of Golden Crow spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his expression was both startled and angry.

"Damn junior!"

The calmness on his face had long disappeared, and he let out an angry roar. The powerful king of the eighth level of Luotian was swept away by the Three Pure Ones several times. This was simply humiliation and was slapped him in the face.

"boom!"

The aura on his body became even more terrifying, and his whole body almost turned into a hot pillar, piercing through the fire island where he was located, and splitting it into pieces on the spot.

At this moment, the entire starry sky was boiling.

"Damn it, this old bird is so scary. It probably takes some effort to come to Yao Yuan."

Qin Luo was shocked.

Next to him, Chen Yifeng nodded silently.

"Dong!"

The starry sky was shaking, and cracks spread around like spider webs.

At this moment, the Luo Tian King of the Jinwu clan was like a madman, his eyes were blood red, and he stared at Jiang Xiaofan and stared at the ancient Fusang tree in his hand: "A mere humble human race dares to treat the holy tree of our clan like this. It's really damn, I should kill ten thousand times."

"boom!"

The aura on his body seemed to be rolling in the sea of ​​gods, one wave stronger than another.

Opposite, Jiang Xiaofan looked coldly at the King of the Jinwu Clan.

It is impossible to fight against the king of the Eighth Heaven of the Three Pure Land. But now, with the ancient Fusang tree in hand, Jiang Xiaofan could not feel any oppression when facing the Golden Crow King of the Eighth Heaven of the Luotian. The person standing opposite seemed to be just an ordinary mortal.

"Hey!"

He smiled coldly, attacked again, and rushed over with the ancient Fusang tree.

"Go to die!"

Looking at Jiang Xiaofan's figure rushing towards him again, the king of the Jinwu clan was furious and raised his hand and punched him directly to open a space tunnel. His fist turned into a thick torch, and the starry sky was twisted everywhere he passed, and he could definitely kill ordinary Luo Tian cultivators.

However, opposite, Jiang Xiaofan just placed the ancient Fusang tree in front of his chest...

"Chew!"

The devastating torch collided on the ancient Fusang tree, like a small flow into the sea, and was absorbed in the blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace. Moreover, it seemed that because of the special divine power of the Golden Crow clan, the old tree became a little brighter, and a faint light of fire emanated from it.

"This is?"

Jiang Xiaofan was a little surprised.

But now is not the time for him to be surprised. He didn't think much about it. He instantly approached the King of the Golden Crow Clan and sucked the ancient Fusang tree in his hand directly.

"puff!"

This time, the Fusang tree in his hand seemed to have become much stronger. With one blow, it actually smashed one of the Jin Crow's arm, turning it into a blood mist.

"Crazy..."

After that, the ancient Fusang tree trembled independently, and a faint light rushed up, absorbing all the blood mist in front of it.

The Jinwu tribe man looked shocked and condensed his left arm again in the distance. But at this moment, looking at the ancient Fusang tree in Jiang Xiaofan's hand, a deep sense of fear and fear appeared on his face.

But soon, this fear and fear turned into madness.

"boom!"

A huge fire burst out from his body again, like a sea of ​​fire boiling.
To be continued...