"Brother Xiao."

"Xiao Yi."

Finally, there are Ye Liu, Ran Qi, Meng Piaopiao and several talented people from hundreds of schools.

The heads of the hundreds of families who were also in the sky looked at the visitor and their expressions changed greatly, "Su Cheng? Lingyun? Piaopiao?... You..."

"Old man, I'm sorry." Su Cheng looked at the old Patriarch Su, "I have practiced the Xinxinjiyi Gong, so I have to choose to come here today."

"Old man." Murong Lingyun looked at Murong's old family leader, his face full of dissatisfaction, "I said you trapped me and took away my Seven Killing Sword, but you actually gave it to my ancestor."

Murong's old master's face was ashen, "You dug the graves of your ancestors, are you still justified?"

"Why don't you go back to the family?"

Meng Piaopiao glanced down, "Bu Kong Mengjun, is that the ancestor of my Meng family?"

"Now, it's obviously our time, but the old monsters are coming out of this world. Heh...then what do we think of the younger generation?"

Ran Qi glanced around, "Tsk, tsk, so many powerful people, it's really spectacular."

It's so densely packed, with millions of figures at every turn, that it makes people's hearts tremble.

Ye Liu sneered, "They're just a bunch of villains."

The strength of these young prodigies is far inferior to that of Jiuxiao Sword Lord, but they are here alone and do not have to bring a large number of disciples like Jiuxiao Sword Lord.

Therefore, both sides arrived here almost at the same time.

The majestic and indifferent gaze of the Piaomiao Tianjun swept over, "A mantis's arm is like a chariot, and a mayfly can shake a tree. There is nothing better than this."

"A group of guys who can't stand up to the sky but are at the third or fourth level of the Sovereign Realm, and there are also a few little guys who are at the eighth or ninth level of the Saint Realm. Are they going to die here?"

"Send yourself to death?" From the distance, an old voice that was more indifferent than Piaomiao Tianjun came.

Senior Luo sneered, "Tsk, tsk, in this last battle, there are some little ones added to the old monster's battlefield, which is quite interesting."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance."

"Hei Ling." Senior Luo waved the magic sword in his hand.

For a moment, above the sky, among millions of warriors, black wind surrounded them, as if countless ghosts were charging into them.

Hundreds of families attacked the formation and collapsed instantly.

Senior Luo sneered, "Dozens, hundreds, or even nearly a thousand warriors can jointly attack the formation to stabilize it."

"A hundred families become one? A million warriors become one body and mind, sharing each other's energy? I'm just dreaming."

"Do you really think that these millions of warriors are all evil monsters?"

"Master Luo." Gu Yuan Tianjun looked at him coldly, his expression ugly.

Senior Luo smiled ferociously, "In the realm of Tianyuan and Earth, you are destined to fail today."

"Millions of years ago, you had no choice but to avoid the Eight Palaces. The same is true today, tens of millions of years later!"

Third update.
Chapter completed!