"Is this, is this the Lord's method?"

Xiongba also widened his eyes.

Thousands of clouds dispersed, and the whole sky seemed to have a big hole.

Is this still a means that humans can achieve?

Yan Ying's pretty face turned pale. This was the first time she had witnessed such a devastating situation, but she still said to herself: "How can the Lord's methods be guessed by you? It's just the tip of the iceberg!"

Everyone was still in shock and had yet to recover, but the First Evil Emperor frowned.

"Don't be too happy, those two are not dead yet!"

His eyes were as bright as lightning, and he looked far away in the direction of the Tianshan Mountains. Although the energy of the Xiao brothers had been greatly reduced, they had not completely disappeared, and they seemed to be alive.

"Huh? Another master is here!"

In fact, it didn't take him to tell everyone that they could see it, and their expressions were different.

However, I saw several figures approaching from a hundred feet away. The first one came with the force of the wind, but I couldn't see its shape. I could only vaguely see a wisp of strong wind approaching from the sky. It was ethereal and shadowless, as if it were sacred, which made people startled.

Yan Ying's face changed slightly. She wanted to hide her face a step too late. The gust of wind swept ten steps away and suddenly fell. She suddenly transformed and turned into a man with long hair and white clothes. He was unparalleledly handsome. When he saw Yan Ying

Ying, his eyes widened suddenly, and he exclaimed: "Mother?"

The person coming was none other than Nie Feng.

Different from the past, when we meet again today, Nie Feng's whole body is filled with a strong sense of sword. He wears two ice-cold gloves as thin as cicada wings on each hand, and his right hand is dragging a six-foot-long sword backwards.

Green Dragon Sword.

"Alluring love?"

The First Evil Emperor's black and white eyes condensed. Since he was the leader of the sword, how could he not know the name of this sword? Moreover, Yan Ying also revealed it, so he naturally knew that Nie Feng had mastered the unparalleled sword skills.

Behind Nie Feng, there was a cold-faced young man with disheveled hair, holding a peerless sword, and another person with a dignified appearance, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, an extraordinary bearing, holding a heroic sword, but they were Bu Jingyun and Jian Chen.

There was another woman. When this person saw the "First Evil Emperor", she was slightly startled at first, and then hesitantly asked: "Uncle No. 1?"

"Are you the daughter of the Sword Emperor?"

The First Evil Emperor looked at the girl and was a little surprised.

"You can leave, but Xiongba and Duanlang must stay!"

Bu Jingyun responded simply and said in a deep voice.

Duan Lang's eyes showed an angry look, he tightened his grip on the "Fire Lin Sword" and coldly snorted: "Bu Jingyun, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"hehe!"

A cold and resentful hoarse laugh suddenly came from a distance.

Before the voice fell, two figures that were neither human nor ghosts had already jumped into everyone's sight.

Seeing these two people, everyone present took a deep breath, looked shocked, and held their breath tightly, as if they were facing a powerful enemy or seeing a ghost.

It is indeed a ghost.

Because these two people can no longer be called human beings.

The ugly appearance is even three points uglier than that of the evil spirit. It is almost impossible to find a intact spot on the whole body. The flesh and blood are rotten and broken, and some bones can already be seen, but this kind of horrific injury is unlucky.

But it is constantly healing, deteriorating, and changing, like two evil ghosts crawling out of the underworld, looking at everyone fiercely with their humanoid silhouettes.

Yan Ying and others' hearts sank. Not only were the Xiao brothers not dead, they even chased after them.

"Feng'er, you leave here first, you are no match for them!"

After all, she was thinking about family ties. At this moment, Yan Ying was actually worried about Nie Feng's safety first.

Xiao Ao Shi sneered.

"Leave? No one can leave today, everyone will die!"

"who are you?"

Jian Chen saw this and spoke.

But all he received was a proud glance.

"In the way!"

With just a glance, an invisible sword energy appeared in front of Jian Chen out of thin air, revealing his murderous intent. When everyone reacted, it was too late to help, so they could only watch helplessly.

"laugh!"

Unexpectedly, someone else came.

Seeing that Jian Chen was about to die under this heart sword, unexpectedly, the sound of the harp sounded, and another sword energy flew across, blocking the sword dangerously.

"Master!"

Jian Chen's face showed joy despite being scared.

"What is your name?"

The person who came was wearing gray robes and holding a harp in his hand. Who else could he be except Tianjian Wuming?

"Hey, hey, hey, well, well, I didn't expect that after my two brothers left this Central Plains China, many outstanding people came out. As long as we kill all of you, I don't believe that Su Qing is so cowardly that he can't come out!"

Xiao Aoshi stared with two scarlet eyes, his head was bald, strands of hair were fluttering in the wind, and half of his cheeks had bones exposed, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"boom!"

All has been said.

Xiao Jingtian on the side seemed to be unable to hold back the murderous intention in his heart, and suddenly burst into flames. The flesh and skin on his body kept falling to pieces, but because the dragon turtle's bloodline refused to heal itself, once he took action at this moment, for some reason, his power was even greater than before.

Under the fist, the void was distorted.

With one punch, almost everyone present was enveloped.

The unspeakable strong wind suddenly rolled over the earth like a boulder, crushing everyone.

When the hustle and bustle cleared up, everyone was staggering and coughing up blood. There was an astonishing fist mark on the ground under their feet, as big as a sinkhole, leaving traces of cracks.

He seemed to have really become a demon. The festering flesh and blood on his back kept twisting and changing, and then a pair of arms grew out of everyone's movements. Not only that, layers of blue and black scales were festering from them.

It drilled out of the skin and replaced the clotted blood scab.

Not only Xiao Jingtian, but also Xiao Aoshi was undergoing some extremely terrifying changes. His eyes no longer had clear black and white pupils at some point, but had two light yellow vertical pupils, and his forehead was also cracked between his eyebrows.

After opening one eye, the five fingers of his hands turned into a pair of sharp claws covered with blue scales, becoming inhuman.

"Hahaha, I feel an unprecedented power, which stimulates the blood in my body!"

Xiao Ao Shi looked at his own changes, and instead of being surprised, he was ecstatic.

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the two people's bodies, everyone's hearts were throbbing and uneasy. They felt as if some kind of evil had appeared, which was horrifying.

Wuming frowned, his face looked solemn, and he sighed softly.

"That's it!"

As soon as he played the harp, he raised his hand and made a move. The "Heroic Sword" had floated into his hand. A powerful sword spirit was immediately pulled out from his body. It was vast and unreachable. In a trance, everyone seemed to see a divine sword coming out of his body and blooming.

The ten thousand-foot-long sword light stands tall in the human world, connected to Qing Ming above and reaching the bottom of the earth, making it difficult to see the whole picture.

The blue sky is turbulent, the wind and clouds are changing, how can the power of the heavenly sword be taken lightly?

There is a saying in Jian Fu: "The metaphysical sword has no one in ancient times. Ten thousand swords respect it and worship it like a god."

"Supreme swordsmanship!"

Jian Chen was so shocked that his sword was almost unsteady. Except for him, everyone present was shocked. Duan Lang and the two also felt that the sword energy in his body seemed to be out of control, as if it was about to break away from his own control and fall into Wuming's body.

, all turned pale with horror.

"Chen'er, please step away!"

When Wuming raised his sword, the sword intent spread out. Wherever it went, grass and trees all struggled to rise from the ground, as if they turned into a divine sharp sword, and gathered into a torrent of sword blades, like a coiling dragon.

Climb up to the sky around the sword intent.

All around, there are countless swords with different divine colors. If they are pulled, they come like locusts one after another, which has become a strange scene.

"Wutian Sword Realm!"
Chapter completed!