Stunning beauty

On Qingtian Peak, Heaven's punishment came to the world, and the wind and thunder came down from the sky.

The world-shocking move seems to have the ability to destroy the sky and the earth, with a radius of hundreds of feet, the thunder will shatter and fall, and the mountains will fall and the earth will crack.

Beyond human power is divine power.

Unstoppable, unstoppable, the scholar of the Temple of Heavenly Mandate personally performed the Divine Mandate of Heaven, and the terrifying power seemed to sink even the heavens and the earth.

During the battle, Jian Chi watched the coming of the heavenly punishment, knowing that if he could not stop this move, everything would be over, determination flashed in his eyes, he gave a deep voice, and the whole body's true energy rushed against Shenzang, pushing to the limit, breaking through the limit.

In an instant, the wind and sand on the top of the mountain were like raging waves, and the sword fairy fought desperately to fight against the gods.

I was shocked to see thousands of swords soaring into the sky, the swords crushed violently, roared and galloped, everything turned into swords, endless, and it was hard to beat the divine art of heaven.

"boom!"

Rumbling vibrations, the sky collapsed and the ground collapsed, the entire Qingtian Peak seemed to be doomed, boulders flew, and wild sand filled the air.

Outside the battle situation, all the powerhouses watching the battle were affected by this astonishing force, and retreated a few steps in a row.

"Two scary people!"

A strong man from the Western Regions of the four realms stabilized his body, looking at the devastated scene in front of him, with a look of shock on his face.

Human power can reach such a terrifying level.

On the top of the peak, in the wind and sand, the two people stood still, motionless.

Suddenly, a pool of blood splattered, dyeing Juefeng red.

A waterfall of blood splashed on Jian Chi's chest, seriously wounding his whole body.

"Uh!"

Zhang Sloppy staggered a few steps, stretched out his hand to cover his chest, drips of blood slid from the corner of his mouth.

Ten steps away, on the scholar's left shoulder, blood also overflowed silently, staining half of his robe red.

The injuries were interchanged, but the severity was completely different.

"Not good!"

Outside the battle, the strong man of the Tantai Clan looked dignified and said, "Jian Chi is obviously at a disadvantage, the Lord of the Heavenly Mandate Palace is really too strong."

"This battle proves that Tianyu, a scholar, deserves to be No. 1 in the world other than the Confucian leader!"

Another strong Tantai clan spoke.

"The master of the Heavenly Mandate Palace, with the divine power of the Heavenly Mandate, apart from the Confucian leader, there is probably no one in the world who can stop him."

The third strong Tantai clan spoke in a concentrated voice.

"What's even more frightening is that Fu Jinglun hasn't used the Divine Sword of Great Light yet. It is a sacred object comparable to heavenly scriptures. In this battle, Jian Chi is in danger."

The strong Tantai clan who spoke before said in a deep voice.

On the other side of the battle, the three red-clothed archbishops of the Temple of Heaven who were watching the battle showed joy on their faces when they saw the battle ahead.

"The Palace Lord has won."

Among the three, the youngest archbishop in red spoke.

"Jianchi's strength is indeed amazing, but there is no doubt that the Palace Master is stronger."

The Archbishop of Praying Prison nodded.

"Not necessarily. It's still too early to make a conclusion. As long as the battle is not over, it must be possible."

Another red-clothed archbishop watched the battle ahead, with a flash of light in his eyes, and said solemnly, "Jian Chi's sword has not been unsheathed, and the master of the palace has not yet used the Great Bright Excalibur. exist."

The words of the three fell silent, and in the battle situation ahead, the situation rose again.

The madness filled the air, the sword intent became stronger, and the battle was still going on.

"You are stronger than you were 20 years ago."

On the constantly shaking peak, Fu Jinglun looked at Jian Chi in front of him and said.

"You too."

Zhang Sloppy coughed up a mouthful of blood, but his fighting spirit became even more astonishing. The will of the Sword Immortal cannot be shaken.

The strongest battle has reached its most intense stage.

"drink!"

With obsession in the heart, how can we allow another defeat? On the Qingtian Peak, a long and earth-shattering howl echoed, and the sword was all over the body, and the sword intent rose sharply.

The sword fairy in the world, the extreme way of the sword, resonates with the heaven and the earth.

But seeing the sky above Qingtian Peak, the clouds are rolling and the rays of light are dazzling.

The world confirms that the sword fairy is shocking.

Outside the battle, all the martial arts masters watching the battle felt the earth-shattering pressure of the sword, and their expressions changed.

In the battle situation, the scholar who was facing the astonishing pressure of the sword narrowed his eyes slightly, flipped his palms, commanded light, and reproduced the supreme power.

"Heavenly Mandate Divine Art, purify the world and the sky!"

The power of the gods unleashes the wind and clouds, and the light of the sky descends on the world. On the nine heavens, the power of light descends from the sky, and an incomparable majesty of the gods comes to the world again.

In an instant, Juefeng sank, and the huge Qingtian Peak collapsed quickly as if it could not bear the shocking divine power.

The strongest sword, the strongest magic, collided with Qingtian Peak.

"Uh!"

But hearing that, two painful muffled groans sounded, and in the wild sand and furious waves, the corners of Fu Jinglun's mouth overflowed with vermilion at the same time.

Adding injury to injury, Zhang Sloppy spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered a few steps, and managed to stop himself.

Similarly, on the opposite side of the battle, the scholar was impacted by this astonishing aftermath, blood pooled from the corner of his mouth, and he took three steps back.

The vibrating divine light turned into stars and quickly dissipated.

Under the light, the absolutely invincible scholar did not see the power of light for the first time.

Unexpectedly.

Jian Chi was waiting for this moment.

The only chance, Zhang Sloppy stepped on his foot, and his sword intent exploded.

"Three feet of autumn water will determine the situation!"

The famous trick appeared in the world, and the ancient sword and real martial arts were unsheathed in response. In an instant, the sword was like autumn water, reflecting the world.

The sword fairy in the world, the shocking move, reappeared in the world after 20 years.

Rolling red dust, wind and sand, the earth-shattering sword, in the shocking eyes of everyone, echoed to the world.

"Heavenly Mandate Divine Art, Guardian of Light!"

When the crisis hit, Fu Jinglun's expression sank, he forcibly boosted his true energy, converted the divine power of light, and blocked the unprecedented sword.

The two forces collided in an instant!

Just smell.

A shocking sound resounded, the ancient real martial arts sword approached, and the Guardian of Light shattered in response!

The remaining energy of the berserk surged, rolling up thousands of waves.

"Uh!"

A muffled groan sounded, the ancient sword pierced through his body, the corner of the scholar's mouth turned red, and he retreated again and again.

The scene that shocked all directions, the sword of the sword fairy in the world, severely damaged the scholar of the temple.

I couldn't believe it, but I had to believe it. The scene in front of me shocked everyone.

"The palace lord has actually lost?"

Outside the battle, the young red-clothed archbishop looked at the battle ahead and said in disbelief.

On the side, the Archbishop of Qi Prison also had a very gloomy expression. He never thought that Jian Chi would be so powerful.

Among the three, only the archbishop in red, who rarely spoke, stared at the battle ahead without saying a word. He believed that the battle was not over yet.

"You are really strong."

During the battle, Fu Jinglun looked at the ancient sword in front of his chest, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang's slovenly figure retreated a few steps, and blood continued to overflow from his sword hand.

"But, that's all!"

Without hesitation, the blazing brilliance in Fu Jinglun's eyes flourished, and he turned his right hand over, grasping the void.

In the next moment, with a radius of hundreds of miles, the situation was changing.

"This is?"

Outside the battle situation, the strong people from all sides felt their expressions changed.

Great Bright Excalibur!

The world was horrified, gods and ghosts were terrified, the divine sword was about to appear, and the whole world shook violently.