Chapter 4837: Swan song

"Burial, you are fine!"

Tai Huang finally lost his previous elegant demeanor, his hair was disheveled, his face was slightly pale, and he stared at the old man Bian Huang grinning.

"Sure enough, it's a father and son, arrogant and ignorant." Bian Huang smiled faintly, with spears hanging out and hunting in robes, his imposing manner was momentary.

The demon monks were all surprised when they saw Taihuang suffered damage.

The strength of the old man in Frontier Desolate surpassed their expectations once again, and it was enough to kill two Supreme Realms, and even the Desolate Realm of Defying Heaven suffered a great loss.

"The emperor wants to see how long your original power can burn." Too Huang shouted, still extremely strong.

A peerless realm actually hurt him, how can he not be angry?

However, he had to admit that the source of the comprehension of the old man Bianhuang was very strong.

In front of the old man Bianhuang, his withering origin power was almost useless and completely restrained.

However, he is still extremely confident.

In addition to withering the origin, he also comprehended the other two origins.

In the next moment, in everyone's surprised eyes, the right arm of Tai Huang grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The desolate air on his body was also instantly dissipated.

In just a few breaths, his aura reached its peak again.

"The origin of life!" The old man Bianhuang raised his brows and then laughed wildly: "That's right, killing you is more interesting."

Puff!

The dark gold spear glowed, piercing the void, and came to Taihuang in the blink of an eye.

This time I learned too much, and didn't go head-to-head with the old man Bianhuang, just entangled the old man Bianhuang's figure, and didn't give him a chance to deal with the demons.

In his eyes, the old man Bianhuang is just a dead person after all.

How about letting him vent, how long can he burn the power of his origin?

Sure enough, after a while, the old man Bianhuang didn't do anything, and he became a little anxious.

If it is not possible to severely damage the wilderness, the demon monk will never let go of the people in the deserted city. His sacrifice is of no value at all.

Moreover, the breath on his body is obviously weakening, and it will not take long before he will die on its own.

"The burial is over." Tai Huang shouted, and the old man in the border shook with a sword, and continued to fight.

"It's true that the old can't kill you, but..." The old man Bianhuang's face was ruthless, revealing a decisive expression.

Suddenly, he abandoned Taihuang and rushed towards the other monks of the Demon Race.

"Looking for death!" Tai Huang's expression was big, how he didn't know the purpose of the old man Bian Huang.

Rather than a death blow, this is to use the demon monk to die together.

He flashed in shape and quickly chased him up.

The corner of the old man Bianhuang's mouth raised, and the speed accelerated again, getting closer and closer to the demon monk.

Upon seeing this, many demon monks turned their faces and fled.

"Stop!" Taihuang roared wildly, his figure was like lightning, only a few hundred miles away from the old man in the border.

"Buried!"

However, at this moment, the old man Bianhuang suddenly stopped his figure, his spear danced, and the sun, moon and galaxy moved along with it. Spear shadows bloomed in the sky, stirring the galaxy.

Tens of thousands of miles of the void were instantly annihilated, and a dark golden gun shadow pierced back.

Seeing this, Tai Huang knew that he was in the middle of the plan, but it was too late to escape, and he hurriedly resisted with a sword.

With a bang, the sword in his hand collided with the dark golden spear, and the two exploded at the same time, and the sky fragments splashed.

However, the gun shadow instantly penetrated Tai Huang's chest like a divine rainbow.

In the distance, there were waves of screams, and countless demons were torn apart by gun shadows, and blood fog filled the sky.

The demon monk who died under this blow did not know where.

Time seems to freeze at this moment, everyone is dumbfounded.

Strong, too strong!

Everyone knows that this is definitely the strongest blow before the old man Bianhuang is dying.

It took a long time for the crowd to recover from this shocking blow, and a sound of inhaling air-conditioning sounded.

This blow slaughtered at least tens of thousands of Mozu monks, and many of them were strong in the Saint Ancestral Realm.

What everyone is curious about is whether Taihuang will die under this blow.

"Ahem~" A weak cough sounded.

The annihilated void slowly returned to calm, and the eyes of the crowd instantly fell on the two figures.

I saw Taihuang kneeling on one knee, with a huge hole in his chest, bright red blood flowing, and broken internal organs could be clearly seen.

awful!

Too desolate is a realm against the sky, it is so tragic!

Where's the old man from the edge?

Everyone's eyes instantly fell on another figure, and the monk Tianhuang showed expectations.

The old man Bianhuang suffered a heavy blow to Toohuang. If he were to strike again, he might be able to successfully kill.

At that time, Tianhuang would not be under such pressure when facing the demon cultivator.

However, they found that the old man Bianhuang was motionless, and his body became even more dry, leaving almost only a piece of skin covered with bones.

There was no vitality in the body, and only a breath was left.

The blow just now had exhausted all his power, otherwise, there would be no such power at all.

"Burial!" Xiao Wudao shouted wildly, his eyes full of blood.

The monks in the deserted city were ashamed, they did not expect that this blow would become the swan song of the old man in the border!

"It's a pity~" The old man Bianhuang smiled, his body was out of control, floating in the void, floating towards the distance.

"Old thing, if you die like this, wouldn't it be cheaper for you." Taihuang was very angry.

In his dignified state, the Supreme One Holy Realm Emperor almost died in the hands of a peerless state. This is a shame that he will never be able to wash away.

The most hateful thing is that he has no chance of revenge.

The old man from Bianhuang almost ran out of oil, leaving only a breath, and no one could save his life.

Even if he wanted to torture the old man, he couldn't do it!

The next moment, Taihuang Detective waved his hand, and the power of the original source turned into a claw, and suddenly he grabbed it at the old man.

Even if he couldn't make the old man Bianhuang live better than dead, he would not let his body go.

puff!

Seeing that Taihuang was about to catch the old man from Bianhuang, a sword light suddenly burst out of the void, breaking the giant hand of origin.

Tai Huang was shocked suddenly, and suddenly looked towards the source of the sword light.

The spectators were also shocked.

At this moment, Tai Huang was angry, and there were still people who dared to touch him, it was almost death.

In everyone's surprised eyes, a black shadow flashed like a teleport, leaving a few afterimages in the void, and then appeared in front of the old man Bianhuang.

A powerful hand held up the body of the old man.

With a flick of the other hand, a stream of light fell into the body of the old man in the borderland, and the old man in the borderland, who had been nearly dead, recovered a trace of blood.

When the crowd saw this scene, they all showed horror. What is this?

"Why do you want to be like this?" The man sighed deeply, "You are not at fault." "Master, you can come, I'm content." The old man Bianhuang smiled freely and said weakly: "The disciples have no regrets, but they can no longer follow Master."