"Sword Nine."

Zhang Ruochen had sharp eyes and tried his best to use a sword.

The bright sword light and fire burst out, and the destructive aura spread, as if to destroy everything.

If it weren't for the sword tomb, I'm afraid that tens of thousands of miles would have fallen into this collision due to this collision.

Battles at the Great Sage level can often lead to the fall of stars.

For any big world, fighting between the great saints will be a great disaster.

Countless fires of purgatory splashed, falling from the sky, turning into hot rain of fire, melting everything.

"how's it going?"

Xiang Chunan and others all turned their attention to Zhang Ruochen and wanted to know the specific situation.

Zhang Ruochen had not moved, holding a surging sword in his hand, staring at the Son of Blood-Slaughter. His sleeves were gone and were burned to ashes by the fire of Purgatory.

On the other side, the face of the Blood-Slaughter God Son was ashen, and a strand of hair fell down, which was cut off by the sword energy.

On the surface, he had some advantages, but he was not satisfied at all. The existence like ant in his eyes could cut off his hair. If he got closer, would he hurt him?

"Bang."

The violent fire of purgatory emerged from the body of the Blood-Slaughter God Son and filled the sky.

The strand of cut hair burned and instantly turned into ashes.

The Invincible Purgatory Tower vibrated violently, and countless mysterious inscriptions appeared, blooming with brilliant light, faintly filled with divine power, as if to completely solidify the space.

If it is outside the domain, I am afraid that the stars have already been shaken down.

"hiss."

Anyone who was in the sword tomb couldn't help but shivered and felt his scalp numb.

There was obviously no wind, but everyone felt a breeze blowing by, with a strong smell of blood, as if a purgatory was about to descend on earth.

According to legend, there is a purgatory world in the Invincible Purgatory Tower, and even gods may be suppressed and refined.

In fact, it has indeed suppressed a god before, so there is a faint remnant of divine power.

Each of the supreme holy weapons that can kill gods has incredible power. It is difficult to find several of them in search of many big worlds.

Zhang Ruochen looked solemn, and he did his best to borrow strength from the sixteen ancestors, and at the same time mobilized the laws of truth.

Although the sword tomb can suppress the truth, it can still play a little role, even if the value doubles, the significance is huge.

The attack of the Blood-Slaughter God Son is a big deal. He must do his best, otherwise he will suffer a great loss.

"True Yi Thunder and Fire Sword Technique" is used, and the world is filled with thunder and fire.

This sword technique is particularly compatible with Zhang Ruochen. First, Zhang Ruochen is best at practicing mental power and is best at thunder magic; secondly, Zhang Ruochen masters the pure and destructive divine fire and reaches the level of minister flame.

In addition to his amazing talent in swordsmanship, practicing "Zhenyi Thunder and Fire Sword Technique" is easy, and he has long understood the essence of it thoroughly.

Fortunately, the Pure Destruction Divine Fire he mastered was extremely strong, so he could have extremely strong immunity against the Purgatory Fire. Otherwise, the situation would be even more unfavorable when fighting with the Blood-Slaughter God Son.

"boom."

The collision of two extremely powerful forces caused the entire sword tomb to vibrate violently.

Rushly, Zhang Ruochen retreated several miles backwards, resolving all the impact of the force.

The fire of the Insuri Purgatory Tower splashed, and some of the inscriptions dimmed, and the power it emitted became significantly weaker.

The face of the Blood-Slaughter God Son was even more ugly. He thought he could easily deal with Zhang Ruochen, but the situation now was a bit beyond his expectations.

"I want to see, how many rounds can you hold on with the power of those ghosts in my hands?" The Son of Blood Tu snorted coldly and launched another attack.

No matter how strong the external force is, it cannot last long. As long as he continues to attack, Zhang Ruochen will soon be defeated.

"You are strong, but it is impossible to defeat me at Jianzhong."

Zhang Ruochen held the surging sword in his hand and bounced the dust on his body. Immediately afterwards, a sword domain formed by thousands of sword auras was automatically presented.

In the distance, dense blood mist poured into the sword tomb, and figures of the immortal blood clan with powerful aura appeared.

The Nine-Eye King hugged his chest with both hands and snorted coldly: "It's useless to say that we are. He has encountered Zhang Ruochen, a difficult opponent, and it's not that he can't fight for a long time."

Xia Wenxin had long hair floating, looking at the battlefield in the distance, smiling, and said, "Whether it is Blood Slaughter or Zhang Ruochen, who is built by the sixteen sword saints, they all have the power to challenge the Great Sage. We should not intervene in this battle."

The Great Sage's attack is not that easy to bear.

At this time, breaking into the battle circle between them is no different from being attacked by two great saints at the same time. It will only be a dead end.

The Son of the God of Wangqiu, who was like an iron tower, said, "If Zhang Ruochen could be distracted, perhaps the Blood Tu could win faster."

Xia Wenxin's eyes glanced at Bao Lie, Ji Fanxin and others and said, "Since that's the case, you can choose an opponent!"

"I'll do it first."

The Nine-Eye King was so angry that he had long wanted to fight to the point of turning things around.

The flesh wings on the back were like two huge blood clouds, and the body flew into the air. The palm of the right hand stretched forward, and a beam of light with a diameter of three meters thick flew out from the eyes in the palm of the palm.

Before the light column arrived, the mighty wind had already surged, causing sand and stones to fly in front of Bao Lie, Ji Fanxin and others.

"roar."

Bao Lie let out a low growl and punched a punch with all his strength.

The fist print turned into a nebula leopard, extremely huge and lifelike, and wherever it passed, it sprinkled with large rays of starlight.

"Boom."

The two of them hit each other, and their powerful force shook the world.

The nearby volcanoes collapsed, and magma surged out from the ground, turning red from hundreds of miles apart.

The next moment, the Nine-Eyed King arrived above Baolie, laughed loudly, and another pillar of light flew out of his eyes.

Ji Fanxin took out a crystal clear purple petal, pinched it in the palm of his hand, and said, "You dare to break here, you are too arrogant."

"Wow—"

The purple petals flew out, divided into two, divided into four, divided into eight... Finally, they turned into a rain of flowers all over the sky.

This is not an ordinary flower rain, but a mental attack.

If you are hit by any petal, your spirit and holy soul will be traumatized.

However, before the flower rain fell on the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King, it was attracted by a force of breath, turned into a torrent and flew over.

Xia Wenxin, who was fluttering in blood and handsome, used a roll of bamboo slips to take away all the petals.

"The famous fairy of Flowers is indeed beautiful and charming." Xia Wenxin stared at Ji Fanxin with an admirational expression.

"Be careful, even the Immortal is suffering from the loss in her hands. The rose has thorns, so it hurts the hand." The Nine-Eyed King spoke while fighting Bao Lie.

The next moment, Xia Wenxin and Ji Fanxin took action almost at the same time. Their speed was extremely fast and they instantly disappeared in front of everyone.

Headed by the Son of Wangqiu, several other emperor sons, imperial daughters, and the army of immortal blood clans besieged Xiang Chunan and others.

"Crash."

The Zhenmiao Taoist beat out the seven god-zodiac planets, arranged in seven different directions, and a large number of formation inscriptions appeared on the surface of the planet, forming a ninth-grade formation.

With the ninth-grade formation, he barely blocked Wangqiu Shenzi and others with the assistance of Xiang Chunan, Da Sikong, Er Sikong and others.

Now, only Shi Qiankun did not participate in the war. He looked into the distance and saw an immortal blood clan rushing towards Leng Volcano.

"No, Leng Huoshan is where Zhang Ruochen condenses the Taoist body for the Chenyuan Ancient Sword. The Chenyuan Ancient Sword must not be allowed to fall into the hands of the Immortal Blood Clan."

Shi Qiankun took out a talisman and put it on his chest. Then his whole body was covered with white light and flew out quickly.

After catching up with the immortal blood clan, Shi Qiankun beat out blood-squeezing talismans with a large number of Lianshan talismans, killing more than 700 immortal blood clans of the holy realm, and killing them under stone mountains.

Standing on the top of Leng Volcano Mountain, Shi Qiankun wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are actually talismans that restrain the Immortal Blood Clan in the world. Can you lend me a look?" A strange voice sounded.

Hearing this voice, Shi Qiankun's face suddenly changed.

A wisp of black mist appeared out of thin air, condensing the figure of the Nether Immortal.

A moment ago, it was still at the foot of the mountain.

The next moment, I was already standing on the mountainside.

Shi Qiankun knew that he was definitely not the opponent of the Mingxian, so he turned around and jumped into the belly of Leng Volcano.

"Gen, it seems that besides "Stars Picture", there are still unexpected gains this time."

The Immortal pursued Shi Qiankun just for the purpose of "Star Doutu".

"Hmm? This cold volcano seems a bit weird."

The Mingxian stomped his feet gently, and the roar sounded, and a large number of cracks appeared on the huge mountain, which immediately collapsed and opened, revealing everything inside.

In the abdomen of the mountain, the ancient sword in the abyss was suspended under the sundial. A young man in black sat cross-legged on the sword, looking very much like Zhang Ruochen, and was trying his best to condense the Taoist body.

His body sometimes solidifies and sometimes becomes illusory.
To be continued...