Heaven and sky, Fan Lianyue, the saint who controls the thunder fight, the speed and the fast-breaking competition, the years of fighting have collapsed.
Thunder is extremely fast and unbelievably fast. Facing Bai Wangji's amazing speed and destructive power, Fan Lingyue did not shy away from it.
A hundred strokes confrontation, the two of them will win or lose. Just when the saints in the heavens think that the two are equally divided, in the battle, a shocking collision sounded, Bai Wangji's right arm, a waterfall of blood splashed out, dyed red and white.
The first time he was injured, Bai Wangji swept a hundred paces away, looking at the sword wound on his right arm with a cold look on his face.
"It's been a hundred thousand years, saint of the world, you are the first person to hurt this seat."
Bai Wangji said coldly, and waved the folding fan in his hand. Suddenly, thunder filled the sky, turning into a huge alien beast and madly swallowing it forward.
Fan Lingyue's expression was indifferent, and he stepped and swam, avoiding the beasts, and swept to Bai Wangji again in front of his eyes.
Jingye swayed at the beginning, and the white brilliance of the moon filled the air, and it was chopped down with a bang.
Bai Wangji's face sank, and he opened the folding fan in his hand, blocking the might of the Divine Sword.
The strong impact swayed away, and in the battle situation, the sky and the earth instantly became nothingness, and it was difficult to bear this terrifying force of destruction.
Cultivation to the holy realm, all the moves have become so pale, only the most original law confrontation, victory or defeat.
The saint who controls Thunder has already surpassed the vast majority of congenital saints in combat power, and is infinitely close to the realm of Hades and the gods of the Eightfold Heaven. However, facing the return of Fan Lingyue from the Hundred Generations Wheel, it is still difficult to gain the upper hand.
boom!
In the battle situation, Jingye Taichu and Thunder Fan continued to confront each other, and wave after wave of aftermath spread to the whole big world.
In the fairyland, the saints watched the battle in the sky, and their expressions became more and more shocking.
Too strong, the combat power of these two has surpassed that of the saints.
"The first person in China is really scary."
In front of the saints, Mu Qianshang looked up at the sky and said in a condensed voice, "It's no wonder that Zhiming rated her so highly. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, Fang Zhizhi's assessment is absolutely true."
"How can it be easy for a woman who knows the fate of the guy to suffer repeatedly."
The landlord of Xiaoyue opened his mouth and said with a smile, "You and I should both know the character of the Marquis of Fate. You and I must report it. However, this woman convinced the Marquis of Fate, which shows how much Zhiming suffered in the hands of this woman."
Aside, Lime looked at the sky quietly, without speaking.
Only those who truly know the strength of Fan Lingyue can understand the horror of this woman. At the beginning, if this woman's lifespan would not be exhausted, Daxia might have already died.
Now that Fan Lingyue is resurrected, it should be fortunate that this time, Fan Lingyue is no longer an enemy.
boom!
When the saints in the world sighed with emotion, the terrifying impact broke out again in the void. In the battle, Bai Wangji was shaken back again, and the corners of his mouth were red.
On the opposite side, on the sword in Fan Lingyue's hand, blood dripped little by little, and it was abnormally dazzling.
In an astonishing battle, the saint who controlled the thunder gradually fell into the disadvantage, and the defeat was obvious.
Outside the battle, the ink master and the dark master looked at each other and no longer chose to wait and see.
In the Immortal Realm, the saints in the world felt a sense of murder, and murderous intent flashed on their faces.
In front of the saints, the female venerable strode, and instantly reached the sky above the fairyland.
"Your opponent is me."
While speaking, the female deity was full of demonic energy, and the Nine Serenity Swallowing Heaven Demonic Sutra reappeared.
The Demon Lord and the Dark Lord's expressions condensed, and the amazing demonic energy reminded them of the supreme Hades.
"Lady, you don't have to take action."
At this time, in the battle situation, Fan Lingyue opened his mouth, and the pure karma in his hand crossed at the beginning, and the incomparable white brilliance of the moon filled the air, and the power was earth-shattering.
"Sin of Heaven!"
Unprecedented power, roaring, with Fan Lingyue as the center, the power of net karma slashing the way spreads rapidly, swallowing the sky and destroying the earth.
Inside and outside the battle, the congenital saints felt this powerful pressure, and their expressions changed.
The sky is full of moonlight, dazzling, and in the center of the moonlight, Fan Lianyue rises into the sky, blue silk flutters, like a goddess in the beginning, the terrifying atmosphere makes people shudder.
"Retreat, or die."
Indifferent and ruthless warning, the threat is not concealed in the slightest, Fan Lingyue looks at the twelve innate saints in front of him, and his breath is brought to the limit.
During the battle, Bai Wangji snorted coldly, passed by, and shot again.
boom!
I saw Lei Ting and Yue Hua attack, a waterfall of blood splashed, and Bai Wangji's figure was directly shaken and flew out, blood staining the sky.
In the void, the eleven innate saints, including the Lord of Darkness and the Lord of Mo, looked at each other and did not dare to stay any longer.
"retreat!"
With an order, the saints retreated, and in the dazzling golden light, the saints disappeared one after another.
On the Immortal Realm, Fan Lingyue looked at the retreating saints, but did not catch up, and her breath gradually subsided.
In the Immortal Realm, the saints in the world breathed a sigh of relief and finally retreated.
"Go back each other and continue to bless Xianyu." Fan Lingyue descended from the sky and calmly said.
The saints in the world nodded and left.
The saints left, and a smear of blood fell silently from the corner of Lingyue's mouth, so dazzling.
Facing the most powerful innate saint, as strong as Fan Lingyue, he also suffered serious injuries.
"Why be brave?" Lime stepped forward and said softly.
"Liwei."
Fan Lingyue said calmly, "The growth of the Immortal Realm still takes time, and it cannot stand the endless intrusion of these innate saints."
"Thank you for your hard work." Lime sighed softly.
"No problem, just rest for a few days."
Fan Lingyue looked at the world and said, "I can feel that his strength is constantly improving. Maybe he will be able to call the third avenue bridge soon."
Ten miles of maple forest, Ning Chen raised his head and looked at the sky, as if he felt the gaze from the fairyland, a smile appeared on his face.
Fortunately, with her here, he can leave Xianyu with confidence.
"Daddy, hurry up."
Ahead, Gui Gui turned around and urged, "It's time to sweep the tomb of the Empress."
"Okay, here we come."
Ning Chen regained his senses and stepped forward.
In front of the big tomb, two figures, one big and one small, were conscientiously cleaning up the dust of the eldest grandson's tomb.
The epitome of time, in the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed, a thousand years in the world, so long, a thousand years, is enough to change everything.
The immortal Daxia, after thousands of years, began to go downhill, and generations of Wuhou fought bloody battles, still unable to change the rapid decline of this immortal dynasty.
The powerful countries from the north and the west joined forces, and the iron cavalry stepped into the territory of Daxia, and the Daxia was devastated.
The flames of war burned every inch of Daxia's territory, and the immortal Daxia finally went into decline.
And in the ten-mile maple forest, Ning Chen and Guigui never walked out of the maple forest, and they didn't interfere with human affairs.
There is no absolute immortality in the world, and it is a miracle that Daxia can continue to this day. Finally, the iron cavalry from the north forced to the imperial city of Daxia.