The ten strong men of the God clan each looked solemn, but their eyes were filled with shock. At this moment, how could they not know that Yang Wenjun not only had his cultivation restored, but also had a particularly close combat power.

Now, the ten strong men of the God Clan dare not take the lead.

The two opponents in front of him are all peerless geniuses in the same realm. With the cultivation of Zhuo Junlin and Yang Wenjun, if they avoid fighting, even if ten people join forces, they will definitely not be able to defeat them in a short period of time.

Even when the ten powerful people in the gods are exhausted and the true energy is backfiring, it is very likely that the ten powerful people in the gods will face these two fierce swords with sharp edges at that time, and they may not have any resistance. If they retreat to the formation and siege at this time, except for Mo Qingkuang who can take one of the two swords, the other nine strong people, even Gui Xuanzhen and Mu who have the most combat power, have no confidence in retreating under such a killing sword.

Originally, the gods were sure to win, and even had to encircle and annihilate Zhuo Junlin again, and the overall situation was decided.

But now, the original good situation has made the ten strong men of the God clan difficult to get rid of the tiger.

"What are you waiting for? Are you looking down on us?" Yang Wenjun sighed lightly: "Why don't you show your previous fighting spirit? Haven't the gods always been high? The battlegrounds of gods and demons swept across thousands of troops, and the altars are attacking, and all the enemies who are killed several times more than they have been killed are seriously injured. Shouldn't you be very proud, right?"

Faced with Yang Wenjun's ridicule, the ten powerful people of the God clan seemed to be deaf.

If you are used to fighting in battle formations, it will not have any effect on Yang Wenjun's verbal aggression.

Even in the past, I have heard of the more rude curses on the battlefield of gods and demons. This method is not worth mentioning to Tianting Shixiu.

And, I don't care about it at all.

"Fight!" Zhuo Junlin sighed softly: "Although we are hostile, they are always rare heroes in the world. If they use this method of delaying time to consume their combat power, this is an injustice to them and a shame to our human race."

At this moment, Zhuo Junlin suddenly felt a little more tranquility in his eyes.

Originally, after the cold wind and the style of the human king, Zhuo Junlin thought he had already got the answer he wanted. But just when Yang Wenjun said that he had made the road to restart, he truly understood that all things in the world have their own causality, and respect for others is also respectful to himself?

Only by respecting others can one respect oneself.

"At this time, although they dare not take the lead, their combat power is still complete." Yang Wenjun looked at Zhuo Junlin's eyes: "With the power of us, we may not be absolutely sure. If we drag it for half an hour, we just need to drag them back to the forbidden technique. It is easy to win, so why not do it?"

"Victory means victory, defeat means defeat." A trace of helplessness flashed in Zhuo Junlin's eyes: "If it is on the battlefield, or a life-and-death showdown, we can do everything we can. But at this time it is just a trial, the purpose is just to find out our shortcomings and deficiencies, so as to improve our cultivation. If this is the case, it is still an insult to you and me?"

Yang Wenjun smiled, with no impurities in his eyes. He stepped forward and gently touched Zhuo Junlin's head: "You have finally grown up."

Just one sentence made Zhuo Junlin's face turn dark.

Even the ten powerful people of the gods who were facing a great enemy could not help but look strange.

What did you think of Zhuo Junlin as that you can touch the other person's head so carelessly. Even Zhuo Junlin himself didn't even hide, allowing the other person to get started directly like touching his grandson?

Everything reveals an incomprehensible abnormality.

But, all Yang Wenjun's actions were so natural, without any dissonance. Even Zhuo Junlin had no reaction except for the black lines.

Such actions are not only happening when people get along with each other intimately, but they are so natural.

The ten strong men in the Heavenly Court only felt that they were slaughtered hard.

You, this is on the altar of life and death. You are so intimate in front of so many outsiders, and you are going to make trouble like that?

Two sword lights soared into the sky.

The sharp sword light soared into the sky, as if it was about to break through the heaven and earth.

Wherever the sword intent reaches, everything will be hurt.

The emerald green sword light seemed to have endless killing intentions. Everything that stood in front of me turned into powder in an instant, and the sword's edge was invincible.

Wherever the two sword intents arrived, they actually met with each other in the air, forming a giant sword wheel that was hundreds of feet long, making the sword force that seemed to destroy the world rise to three points.

With the unparalleled sword intent, all the scope of the altar was covered by the sword intent in a blink of an eye.

The cold sword intent roared continuously, as if the ghost gate was opened, and the ghosts howled together.

Zhuo Junlin and Yang Wenjun swung their swords in the air. When each sword was swung, the huge sword wheel soared a little. At the beginning, the sword wheel could still see the trajectory clearly, but as the two of them continued to swing their swords, the surging sword intent seemed to have turned into a giant mountain. It was as if Mount Tai was pressing the top of the top and quickly pressed down at the ten powerful men such as Mo Qingkuang.

The sword wheel has not yet fallen, but the sharp sword energy seems to have arrived. Even though the ten powerful people in the Heavenly Court are all peerless geniuses of the Gods, and their bodies are amazing, they still feel that the sword intent seems to have been immersed in the bone marrow, and it is actually split like thousands of swords, which makes people feel shocked.

Headed by Mo Qingkuang, ten powerful gods took action at the same time and directly faced the most prosperous part of the sword wheel.

'boom'.

There seemed to be two meteors colliding in the air, and the altar was shaken by the aftermath.

Countless creatures on the altar quickly covered their ears, but after a little slowed down, dozens of cultivators were shocked to death.

Blood slowly oozed out of countless people's eyes, ears, mouths and noses. Among them, they were not ubiquitous in all directions and became a sect master. However, when the sword wheel collided with the ten powerful gods, they were also injured by the deafening explosion.,,,,,,

However, the sword force only shook, and then the surface returned to a huge sword wheel, pressing down on the ten gods. Mo Qingkui shouted wildly, but his body suddenly broke away from the formation, and used his body as a gun, and rushed straight to the most prosperous place of the sword wheel.

‘Long’.

Mo Qingkuan's figure collided with the huge sword wheel. Seeing that the sword wheel was about to reach, a blue light suddenly appeared on the ancestor dragon robe on Mo Qingkuan's body. The huge sword wheel collided with the green light. In an instant, all the power collided and slashed towards Zhuo Junlin and Yang Wenjun in the air. Mo Qingkuan's figure was like a comet, directly colliding on the altar. Even if the altar was blessed with the divine power of a powerful man like the white-clothed old man, he was still smashed into a big pit.,,,,

'puff'.

Mo Qingkuang's mouth was bleeding wildly. Even though the Ancestral Dragon Clothes had the effect of invincible all laws, Mo Qingkuang himself was still just a cultivator in the realm of Transformation of Gods and could not fully exert all his attributes.

In the air, Yang Wenjun and Zhuo Junlin scored the swords. A black and white aura suddenly appeared on the two swords, and directly fought against the sword wheel that flew out,,,,,,

Two sword wheels exploded in the air, and two figures took advantage of their remaining strength to fly into the air and stood in the air above the altar.

The woman's white clothes are fluttering, like a goddess descending to earth, quiet and elegant.

The man is dressed in a plain cloth and blue, with his eyebrows and eyes as bright as lightning, and his heroic spirit is imposing.

For a moment, all the creatures around the altar couldn't help but have an illusion: a pair of golden boys and jade girls, only such peerless figures in this world can be worthy of each other,,,,,,

Yang Wenjun and Zhuo Junlin looked at each other and smiled, and each other's eyes were full of clear light.

Even in this moment, they seemed to have each other in their eyes. Even if they were on the battlefield, there were ten powerful men in the Heavenly Court staring at each other, but in their eyes, everything seemed to have never existed.
Chapter completed!