On the battlefield where Xuan Ying and Pang Jian were fighting, the changes in the sky gradually subsided.
The cracks that had opened in the ground did not heal in time, and the shocking vibrations inside had not yet subsided.
There was still blood and sword light, flashing for a moment and then disappearing quietly.
At this time, Xuanying held the knife with his bony hands and looked at Pang Jian quietly.
But her two arms holding the knife were being eroded by the aftermath of the collapse of the world in Pang Jian's last secret realm.
“Swish!”
The power that was enough to kill an eighth-level bloodline warrior spread wildly upwards along her arms. The twisted and disordered chaotic power within it easily crushed her tendons, veins, blood and flesh.
Its two arms, as if being gnawed by an invisible poisonous dragon or monster snake, quickly revealed its bloody arm bones.
Soon, the last wave of corrosive power turned her two arms into two pieces of arm bones covered in blood.
However, the look in her eyes as she looked at Pang Jian at this moment was so calm that it was frightening.
It was as if the two arms with flesh and blood corroded away did not belong to her at all.
Suddenly, her eyes became fierce and cold, as if she was confidently waiting for something.
"Crack! Crack!"
There was a series of crisp sounds coming from Pang Jian's sunken sternum. He spat out a mouthful of blood and the cortex of his chest was torn apart like the earth being torn into pieces.
After a "bang" sound, a cloud of scarlet blood mist emerged from his "Pool of Creation" in time and enveloped his body.
Xuanying was eroded by the aftermath of the last secret realm, but when she destroyed that secret realm, the power that was hidden and had not yet fully erupted also flowed into Pang Jian's body.
It suddenly exploded at this moment.
It was not until she saw Pang Jian falling from mid-air after being severely injured that she showed a sense of satisfaction in her eyes and said coldly, "How can you be safe and sound if I am injured?"
Before he finished speaking, tremendous blood power surged from his heart.
Her two arms without flesh and blood suddenly began to grow flesh and bones, and tendons, flesh and blood, and drops of demonic blood accumulated on her arms in a dazzling way.
It looked as if there were several hideous flesh and blood snakes entwined and wandering towards her hand bones.
"Pang Jian!"
When he fell to the ground, Zhuang Yuyan, Qi Qingsong and others had already rushed over and surrounded Pang Jian, who was obviously seriously injured.
"Miss!"
Those eighth-level warriors of the Demon Scale Clan landed around Xuanying one after another.
"I'm fine."
Xuanying shook her head, and her little face hidden under the silver-scale mask only then showed pain.
It's just that no one can see it.
She raised her head, looked at the ship with hideous bones, and said softly, "Let them go. I said before that as long as he can stop me, I will allow him to take his fellow disciples back."
Above the ship, several powerful Demon Scale Clan members with level nine bloodlines frowned, but still nodded in agreement.
Below.
After swallowing the pill and regaining some of his strength, Zhou Wenhao also took the initiative to move closer and asked with a complicated look, "Pang Jian, are you okay?"
"fine."
Pang Jian, with blood all over the corners of his mouth and chest, struggled to take out the Big Blood Essence Pill and swallowed it, then activated the healing technique of "Great Fortune Holy Body" to stabilize his injuries as much as possible.
He didn't expect that this eighth-level female warrior of the Demon Scale Clan was so ridiculously strong.
After being promoted to the Nirvana Realm, possessing the Chaos Sea and reaching a short-term tacit understanding with the Source Demon, his physical strength, soul, and spiritual power all surpass those of the same level in the Nirvana Realm.
In this state, he has the confidence to fight against an eighth-level monster with intact bloodline.
He never imagined that the actual combat power of the Demon Scale Clan woman, whom he had met in the Demon Spirit Continent, was so exaggerated that she fought him on equal terms.
In the previous battle, he had fought without reservation, using the divine weapon Origin Demon Sword and Chaos Sword Technique.
Surprisingly, they were unable to suppress Xuanying, resulting in a lose-lose situation.
"Pang Jian, lead your fellow disciples to leave Qiantian Continent. Last time, when your master came to Yaoling Continent, he didn't attack me or the members of our Demon Scale Clan."
"This time, I will keep the promise I made."
"The war between our race and your human race has only just begun. I am looking forward to the second, third, and fourth battles with you!"
"You are my grindstone, and the checkpoint on my path to becoming a god. For this, I am willing to let the tiger go back to the mountains."
Xuanying said solemnly.
The bones were already covered with flesh, but her arms were still very thin, and compared to the huge serrated sword, they looked a little weird.
Pang Jian said nothing and did not bother to take the time to heal his wounds. He immediately communicated with Yuan Mo and flew to the exchange point where the boats were docked on his sword.
He didn't have time to say much to Zhuang Yuyan and Qi Qingsong, let alone exchange pleasantries with Zhou Wenhao.
"Follow him!"
Zhou Wenhao was not pretentious at this moment. He immediately gave orders when Pang Jian moved forward.
Heaven.
A ship carrying Ghost Clan and Yao Clan warriors quietly approached the ferocious white-boned Demon Scale Clan ship. A ninth-level Ghost Clan warrior said with a stern look, "You just believe what Xuanying says? Li Zhaotian's disciple, who has reached the Nirvana Realm, is on par with Xuanying."
"You all know very well that a kid like this will hopefully become a god in the future!"
"The Sword God born in the Sword Tower is recorded in great detail in the ancient books of our various tribes. Do I need to remind you? If we let this kid go today, he will become a peerless Sword God in the future!"
The ninth-level warrior of the Ghost Clan had already conveyed the order when he arrived, asking the eighth-level warriors who were besieging other forces to eliminate the disciples of the Sword Tower after they joined forces.
Especially Pang Jian!
The rest of the Sword Tower disciples, if they are lucky enough to survive, don't have to pester us.
But the injured Pang Jian was the first one to be killed, so he had to be eliminated at all costs.
"On this continent, our Demon Scale Clan is the most powerful, and we have the final say." The ninth-level soldier of the Demon Scale Clan in charge of the battlefield agreed with his idea, but still replied firmly: "Miss Xuanying, she will be a god born from our tribe in the future! To be honest, to some extent, her status is higher than that of Chief Li Bai."
"Since she has clearly communicated her decision, we will definitely abide by it. If you dare to interfere, then don't blame us for being rude."
The other ninth-level warriors of the Demon Scale Clan all looked at these visitors coldly, each with a more solemn expression than the other.
"Are you serious?" the ghost warrior shouted angrily.
"If Miss Xuanying is serious, we will be serious too."
"Okay! I hope you can bear the consequences afterwards!"
The ghost warrior angrily sent a message to the eighth-level clansmen below, asking them to suspend their actions and allow the group of sword tower disciples to return to the exchange point.
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"Miss, this boy?"
A warrior of the Demon Scale Clan who was close to Xuanying came over and handed over a healing medicine. He looked at the direction where Pang Jian was leaving with worry and said, "He is very strong, and he will only become stronger in the future."
Xuanying said coldly: "Me too."
"I'm afraid that he will surpass Li Zhaotian in the future. Miss, you have also witnessed the horror of Li Zhaotian, who fought against the clan leader with the peak of the Immortal Realm and survived." The man's face was heavy, and he shouted softly: "Li Zhaotian has the power to cross the border and challenge. After being deified, he will become extremely terrifying. And Pang Jian, it seems to be the same now."
Xuanying's eyes were full of expectation, and he said, "First of all, I am stronger than my father at any level of bloodline. In other words, after my bloodline is promoted to level ten, my combat power will far exceed his."
"Secondly, there is no precedent for someone who possesses the Chaos Sea to successfully ascend to the level of a True God. He cannot be among the strongest True Gods of the human race, so what should I worry about?"
"In the end, he was truly deified and became a true god of the human race. I also have the confidence to kill him!"
Xuanying was silent for a moment, and whispered: "You will never know how much I gained after fighting him. My blood, the exquisite secrets in my blood, and my eighth-level magic bone were all strengthened because of this battle."
"He may be the most evenly matched opponent in my life. Every battle with him will be a sublimation for me. He will be the necessary nourishment to promote my transformation into a god."
"It's important to me that he's alive and continuing to grow."
"You won't understand these things even if I tell you, so just do as I say."
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An exchange point where the mountain peaks were flattened.
A small sword boat and ships of the Haotian Divine Kingdom were anchored there.
In the Haotian Divine Kingdom, Jinghong Hou, one of the three great gods, looked at Pang Jian, who took the initiative to guard the rear when they reached the foot of the mountain.
Zhou Wenhao, Qi Qingsong, Zhuang Yuyan, and some other disciples of the Sword Tower who were in the Concentration and Wandering Soul realms, arrived at the top of the mountain where the ships were parked.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
The ships of the alien race moved quietly from different directions of Qiantian Continent.
With the assistance of extraterrestrial civilizations, these rebuilt heavy air-flying weapons are in no way inferior to human flying ships.
The armor worn and the tools used by the foreign warriors above were also magnificent.
"The Sword Tower really cannot be underestimated."
A young man from the Yao clan suddenly flew over from the direction of the Lieyang Sect, like a human-shaped scorching sun.
Surrounded by a halo of sunlight, he had no hair and no eyebrows, and looked extremely bright, with clean skin emitting a brilliant glow.
"Lie Yi!"
The ninth-level warrior of the Demon Scale Clan, on the white and hideous warship, shouted sternly: "Our young lady has promised to allow Pang Jian to lead his fellow disciples to return! Lie Yi, no matter what your status in the Yao Clan is, the decisions on Qiantian Continent are made by our Demon Scale Clan!"
He obviously knew that the other party was of extraordinary status.
He also realized that the sudden appearance of this young and powerful man from the Yao clan must be targeting Pang Jian.
"Yao clan, Lieyi, also has an eighth-level bloodline."
"He was the most famous young warrior in the fifth realm before Xuanying emerged."
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(End of this chapter)