Ten miles of maple forest, an invisible small world, the battle is extremely fast, and the battle is white-hot.
Mu Chengxue, who mastered the Scroll of Xing, has an unparalleled speed in the world, causing heavy damage to Zhiming.
The divine sword of the Supreme Being penetrated into his chest, and blood dripped from the corner of Ning Chen's mouth, barely stabilizing his body.
The phoenix fire rising in the sky could not stop the extremely fast sword light. In the void, the sword wings behind Mu Chengxue vibrated, and the speed was unbelievably fast.
The strongest Taishang, after hundreds of eons, finally reached the current state, higher than the saint, infinitely close to the realm of the god of the gods.
Facing such a formidable opponent, Zhiming, who had no sword in his hand, was completely at a disadvantage and suffered heavy losses.
In the small world, a piece of maple leaves flew in, bright red like blood.
"From the beginning to the present, the reincarnation of a hundred generations, today, all the grievances should be ended."
In the hands of Mu Chengxue, the divine sword of the Supreme Being soared, illuminating his eyes and moving.
It is too late to react, and even the consciousness cannot be probed, and it is almost impossible to record the years, the wind stops, the clouds stop.
The instinct of a warrior, Ning Chen waved his sword to block, however, the latter move was ultimately controlled by others.
"Uh!"
The two swords merged, and the terrifying sword power struck, Ning Chen groaned, and stepped back a few steps.
The blood splashed, the leaves on the ground stained red, the maple was red, and the blood was even redder.
In the sloping battle situation, it is expected that the fate without a sword can change his life against the sky in the face of the way of the Supreme Being returned from the return of the Hundred Century.
The fateful battle was inevitable, neither of the two left their hands, as long as they fought to win or lose.
On the maple sword, blood dripped and the body was injured, and it was impossible for the saints to be completely unaffected.
A little bit of phoenix fire rose, and Ning Chen's injuries were quickly repaired. However, the sword power in front of him came again.
boom!
The sword is fast, the sword is faster, the speed of the confrontation, for the first time in 10,000 years, Ning Chen has completely fallen into the disadvantage.
"I'm lucky to know my fate, to see such speed."
On top of the original speed, there is still such a speed, Ning Chen set his pace, concentrated, and the phoenix fire all over his body rose to the extreme.
The phoenix appeared in the world, Fengming roared into the sky, and above Ning Chen, a huge phoenix phantom manifested, the gods of the ancient world fell in the beginning, but their bloodlines never disappeared.
"drink!"
In Ning Chen's mouth, with a long drink, the divine essence rushed to the crown, and the energy penetrated yin and yang.
The fluttering white hair was so dazzling, Ning Chen's whole body was full of blood, and he turned into a phantom of the phoenix, wanting to resurrect Zufeng.
"Um?"
During the battle, Mu Chengxue's expression condensed slightly upon seeing this.
"Too Shang Wangqing, a sword of wind and soul."
In the face of this scene, Mu Chengxue first appeared to be too forgetful.
The gust of wind raged, the sword appeared in the wind, Mu Chengxue stood in the gust of wind, a sword fell, and the sword moved forever.
The Sword of Wind Soul is invincible. Under the shadow of Zu Feng, Ning Chen waved his sword to resist, only to see the Fengshen sword collapse, and the wind and soul sword qi burst out.
A waterfall of vermilion, sprinkled on the small world, is dazzling and unusual.
The plain white clothes were stained with blood, Ning Chen staggered, and the speed of physical repair could not keep up with the speed of destruction.
In the void, Zu Feng screamed, and the huge wings vibrated, making it difficult to distinguish the illusion.
Powerful Taishang, ruthless and indifferent, with every move and style, the murderous intention is full.
In the Immortal Domain, in the Immortal Palace, the four immortal swords trembled, as if they felt the danger of their master, but they were sealed in a wooden sheath, making it difficult to be born.
In front of the Immortal Hall, Fan Lingyue felt the movement of the immortal sword in the hall, her expression slightly condensed, and she looked at the world.
He is in danger!
"He's in danger."
The demonic energy was surging, and the female often appeared, looking at the four immortal swords in the fairy hall, and said solemnly, "Unblock the immortal swords."
"No need."
Fan Lingyue shook his head and said calmly, "Since he has sealed the Four Swords of Zhuxian, he must have a purpose, and we cannot interfere with his decision."
"However, Xianjian warned him that his life was in danger." Female Chang said condensedly.
Fan Lingyue was silent, and after a while, he said, "Since he has made a choice, any consequences can only be borne by himself."
Calm but ruthless words, just like the Northern Mongolian military division who massacred millions of soldiers and civilians in Daxia ten thousand years ago, he will never be influenced by emotions.
Nu Chang's eyes sank as she looked at the determined woman in front of her, but after all, she didn't say anything more.
I have to say that the woman and Zhiming in front of me are both lunatics.
Not only cruel to others, but even more cruel to yourself.
Shili Fenglin, in the small world, Ning Chen was injured and his body was on the verge of collapse.
In the void, Zu Feng’s virtual shadow screamed, but it was difficult for him to finally return to his ancestors.
Mu Chengxue looked at the illusory figure of Zu Feng in the void, and swung the divine sword in his hand, and the sword roared in a gust of wind.
The crisis is ahead, in the small world, the blood-stained Suyi figure flashed past, blocking Zu Feng's illusory shadow.
There was a sudden shock, blood spurted out of Ning Chen's body, and his body was no longer able to support it, and it began to collapse.
Blood and water spilled over every corner of the small world, poignant and beautiful.
Mu Chengxue watched this scene, and after a while, her expression suddenly sank.
wrong!
His strength should be far more than that.
Even if he lost his sword, he still had two clones.
In front of Shili Fenglin, in the wooden house, the figure with white hair in plain clothes raised his head and looked at Fenglin.
"Dad, what are you looking at?"
Guigui, who was practicing calligraphy, spoke in confusion.
"Nothing to see."
Ning Chen retracted his gaze, looked at the words written by Guigui, and said softly, "Keep writing."
"Um."
Gui Gui nodded and replied obediently.
Outside the wooden house, the figure with black clothes and black hair leaned back against the wooden house, quietly looking at Feng Lin.
In Shili Fenglin, in the small world, the phoenix body, who was fighting alone, collapsed, and blood splattered all over the sky.
The next moment, in the void, the terrifying divine flame ignited, and every drop of blood turned into the most fiery divine flame, burning the small world.
With the sudden change, Mu Chengxue's expression sank, his hands clenched empty, the raging waves roared furiously, the wind and snow filled the sky, and he wanted to put out the fire of Phoenix Nirvana.
However, Nirvana has begun, and it will not end so easily.
Invisible will, ethereal, small world changes, transformed into a world of flames.
In the surging divine flames, the ancestral phoenix bathed in the fire, and Feng Ming shook the sky.
The limit broke through the limit, the most amazing scene, in the sound of Fengming, a figure with red clothes and red hair appeared out of thin air, with a divine nature, shocking the world.
The phoenix returned to the ancestors, and the body entered the Dao. In the big world, the third avenue bridge appeared and quickly solidified.
At this moment, in the world of the heavens, all the saints felt it and looked at the world one after another.
"Success."
In Xianyu, in front of the Oriental Immortal Palace, Nu Chang recovered from the shock and said.
Fan Lingyue nodded, her expression was calm, and there was no disturbance.
It's better not to die.
In the ten-mile maple forest, in the flaming little world, the red-haired phoenix walked out, looked at the white-haired figure in the void, and said, "I made you wait for a long time."
Before the words were finished, the figure in red disappeared instantly, and before the blink of an eye, it instantly reached Taishang. The phoenix body was in a virtual grip, and the maple leaves in the sky became a sword, and the sword fell, and the sky changed.