Above the Immortal Realm, the Lord Mo, the King of Hongluanjing, and the Marquis of Ziyi stood in the void. The three most powerful men in the world started the battle in order to capture the Immortal Sword.
Ziyi Hou waved his hand, and the sword lights lined up in front of him, the incomparable domineering aura spread, and space after space fell, it was difficult to bear the extreme power of the sword, and it collapsed sharply.
The sword light came out, the sky trembled, and wherever it passed, the space became nothingness, and the huge black ravines exuded endless coldness.
Sword Intent came upon him, Master Mo and King Hongluanjing turned their palms to block the move, and the colorful brilliance and red mist rose up, blocking the first wave of Sword Intent.
As soon as the sword fell, the Ziyi Hou pointed at Juyuan, and for thousands of miles around, Feng Lei was ordered to gather into swords, criss-crossing each other, and slashed at the two of them.
The King of Hongluanjing stepped, his true essence rose, and the red mist came out of the sky, condensing and condensing, and the red horses coiled around his body, blocking the sword intent again.
Not far away, the ink master also used colorful secret techniques, and the rays of light rose and fell, and it was difficult to get close to all methods.
At the initial temptation, the opponents knew each other, and the three people who were on guard against each other moved again, and in an instant, the situation changed dramatically.
With a bang, the sky fell and the ground fell, the three of them made a move with all their strength, the palms and swords collided, and the shocking power erupted, destroying the mountains and devastated thousands of miles away.
"Fairy Magic, Frightening Rainbow"
The ink master raised his hand, the immortal art appeared in the world, the colorful rays of light spread, the seven-color brilliance traversed the sky and the earth, the sky was clear for thousands of miles, and the seven rainbows shocked the sun.
Seeing that the move was extraordinary, the King of Hongluanjing waved his hands and rolled the red horses all over his body to practice, blocking the Seven Rainbow Immortal Technique.
At the same time, the Ziyi Hou also pointed to the power of the extreme sword, which was unmatched in vertical and horizontal directions, and smashed the magic of immortality.
The three moves confronted each other, the sky was overwhelming, and the aftermath was agitated.
One offense and one defense, the three of them attacking and defending each other with all their strength, they made a move by mistake, and the majestic waves rolled, and their power became more and more shocking.
Below the battle, the collapsed Asgard was devastated by the three moves, the huge block fell, bang bang smashed onto the ground, and gradually became a thousand feet of dust.
"Dragon Shake"
Above the Immortal Palace, the battle situation became more and more intense. The Lord of the Red Luan Realm turned his palm to accept Yuan, and the red mist turned the Heavenly Dragon, shaking the heaven and the earth with one palm, and printed it on the Ink Lord who was close to him.
When Ziyi Hou saw this, the sword stance turned, and the domineering and fierce sword also slashed at the Lord of Mo Xing.
The double strokes arrived, the ink master calmed down, the left hand used the colorful fairy art, the right hand condensed the lunar sun, the tyrannical power, slammed to meet the two.
The shocking drama exploded, and the aftermath swayed, and the ink master retreated half a step, with one enemy and two, slightly behind.
"Jointly destroy his incarnation, you and I will fight for the sword again" Ziyihou looked at the King of Hongluanjing aside and said solemnly.
"Can"
The King of Hongluanjing replied calmly.
As soon as the words fell, the two figures moved at the same time, the palms condensed the red mist, the sword broke through the sky, and they joined forces to attack the Lord of Moxing.
The two strong teams joined forces, the pressure increased sharply, the Lord Mo's expression condensed, his right hand was raised, and the immortal art reappeared.
"Wake up to Yuanming, Seven Rainbows Funeral Day"
Immortal magic erupted, the power of the law rolled wildly, and an illusory divine yang manifested, and immediately collapsed and became invisible.
"Flying Through the Sky"
In the collapsed world, a red horse emerged vertically and horizontally, and the King of Hongluanjing took advantage of the situation to escape, with a strong palm, and slapped the front.
A palm fell, followed by a sword, an extreme move that collided with a bang.
In the muffled sound, the ink master took another half step back, and the body of the incarnation was suddenly unstable, showing signs of collapse.
When the opportunity appeared, the Ziyi Hou stepped out and swept his body. On the ground, a sword edge flew up and fell into his hand.
"thorn"
The sound of the sword piercing through the body sounded, and the ink master raised his hand to block the sword, and immediately raised his right hand, pointing to the front of the man's heart.
"Uh"
With a bang, blood stained the air, Ziyi Hou retreated a few steps, vomited a mouthful of vermilion, and was injured for the first time.
"drink"
One person retreated, and the other entered instantly. The King of Hongluan Realm, Shen Yuan, took in his qi, turned his palms to shake the ink master, and the palms of his hands joined together for an instant.
"Old man, you're done!"
Outside the battle, Ziyi Hou forcibly suppressed his injuries, swept his body forward with one step, and with the last sword, mobilized the essence of his body, and the wind and thunder gathered, and the ultimate sword slashed at the enemy in front of him.
"Wrong, you are finished!"
Who knows, at this moment, the situation of the battle suddenly changed, and the palm of the king of Hongluanjing, who passed by, suddenly turned, and slammed into the heart of the former.
"Uh"
The sudden change, Hou Ziyi didn't have time to react, he groaned, his body was not free, and he flew forward.
When the ink master saw this, he forcibly transported his true essence, and he pointed it out, and in an instant, blood sprayed like rain, spilling several feet.
"Uh"
Ziyi Hou took a few steps back, his body staggered and he looked at the figure not far away, looked back with difficulty, and said, "Why!"
"For me, it's the same with whoever I cooperate with. However, his death is just an incarnation. If you die, there will be no more purple-clothed princes in the world," the king of Hongluanjing said lightly.
"Hehe... It turns out, it turns out... "
Ziyi Hou laughed loudly, and after a few steps, a waterfall of blood spurted out of his heart, the fog filled the sky, and the fog filled his eyes.
The next moment, Ziyi fell down and slammed onto the ground, blood spread, and the sand was dyed red.
"Master Mo, are I still satisfied with my sincerity?" King Hongluanjing looked at the person in front of him and said calmly.
"The Lord of the Hongluan King's Realm is truly well-deserved."
The rays of light flowed, and the figure of the master ink stabilized again, and said.
"Guoyu, I came this time to bring back the Immortal Killing Sword that should belong to my realm. With the knowledge of the ink master, I will not stop it. As for the rest of this realm, it will belong to your Momen, how about it?" King Luanjing said with a smile.
"Yes," the ink master said calmly.
"Thanks"
The King of Hongluanjing said a word, and immediately walked towards the immortal sword that was floating in the void.
At this moment, in the distance, the demon body swept in. Seeing that the King of Hongluanjing was about to take away the immortal sword, the sword edge in his hand was slashed out.
"Um?"
When the sword light arrived, the realm master Hongluan focused, turned his palms to disperse the sword light, and looked at the young man in black in front of him, frowning slightly.
"Old Nine, don't be presumptuous"
In the colorful glow, the ink master opened his mouth and reminded.
Below, Ling Luozhen stepped forward, pulled the demon body, shook his head, and signaled not to be impulsive.
"It turned out to be Lord Mo's disciple, so I don't care about this sword."
King Hongluanjing retracted his gaze and said calmly.
Ning Chen clenched his right hand tightly, and the chill in his eyes loomed, however, due to the situation, he had to suppress the murderous intention in his heart.
"Ninth junior brother, don't be impulsive, the King of Hongluanjing is not weaker than the master, and the master's previous injuries are not light, this victory is not a big deal, the sword is difficult to take away," Lingluozhen explained through voice transmission.
Ning Chen nodded lightly, his clenched fists loosened, and the chill in his eyes disappeared. The powerhouse who stepped on the immortal realm was not something he could compete with today. This time, he had to endure it.
In the short interlude, there were not too many waves. In the quiet fairyland, no one dared to stop. In the face of a terrifying existence in the later stage of reality, even if everyone joined forces, it would seem so insignificant.
King Hongluanjing smiled faintly, stepped forward, raised his hand to hold the fairy sword.
Suddenly, at this moment, the expression of King Hongluanjing who was about to hold the immortal sword changed.
In the distance, the sound of footsteps, the wind whistled and the clouds, a young figure in cyan robes stepped forward, and the sword on the sword came to the world again.
"You can't take this sword." With calm words, without the slightest threat, the legend appeared, and the situation changed.