Xiatiaya's body is locked in by the light. Qiu's body rushes towards xiatiaya. Qiu's body starts to burn and his body begins to disappear.

In order to raise the power of your last sword to the top.

She let out a huge scream and tried her best to resist the sword.

However, the defense of xiatiaya was in vain in front of this sword. Like the frost meeting the flame, the defense of xiatiaya began to disintegrate quickly,

finally, Qiu Lao's whole body had disappeared, and only one sword was left in the sky.

Qiu Chuji fell to his knees on the ground. He knew that Qiu was really dead and did not leave anything.

There is no hope of life. The soul is burning out, even the body.

She gave a terrified roar: "son of God! Help me

There is a small Black Skull Pendant in front of her chest, which spontaneously starts to shine.

The shadow of the bony wing behind the body of shatia suddenly recovered, and the shadow began to solidify.

At this time, the virtual image has been out of the control of chaetiya. The virtual image looked at her and said, "I can't believe it. You've come to such a mess when you face a weaker opponent than you."

The expression of panic on her face had disappeared. She knew deeply that as long as this one had done it, she would not have worried about her life.

She lowered her head and said nothing.

The shadow behind her raised a hand and stretched it out in front of her.

He grabbed the last knife that he started.

That big black hand, instantly became huge, as if to cover the whole sky.

But the light on Qiu Lao's long sword was not weak at all, and became more and more shining.

But when facing the huge palm, the light on the long knife still began to fade quickly.

Qiu Chuji and Lin yaoyang's faces suddenly changed. Qiu Chuji's eyes were filled with endless hatred.

Lin yaoyang was shocked. The son of God is so powerful. Is the power of old Qiu's sword to be blocked?

Just let this one go, and she's gone?

But in the face of absolute strength, there will be no change in the result of Qiu's anger.

The light on Qiu's long knife began to become more and more dim.

Although the black big hand is suppressing Qiu Lao's long knife with a strong posture, its own light is also madly fading away.

But in the end, it was the big black hand that got the upper hand.

At this time, those people of Qiu's family had already come, with several middle-aged men at the head, followed by many old people.

None of the middle-aged men was a strong man at the rank of warrior.

All the fingerprints in the sky became ugly.

Especially when you see the long sword belonging to Mr. Qiu in the sky, whether it's the people of Qiu's line or those who are not in harmony with him, their faces are changing dramatically,

there is no figure of Qiu in the sky.