Amid laughter, Nangong Zhiyuan had already swung his sword.
The sword light passed by like a rainbow across the sky.
In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sun and moon became dim. It was said to be a sword, but the whole world seemed to be shrouded in the power of the sword.
Although everyone around him had already retreated to make way for a large space before he took action, at this moment, feeling the majestic sword power, they were still trembling with fear, as if their souls were about to be overwhelmed by the sword power.
Crush into pieces.
"Be careful!" Someone couldn't help but shout loudly, looking at Mo Tianchen with eyes full of sympathy.
It can be seen that Nangong Zhiyuan's cultivation level has indeed reached the middle stage of transcending the tribulation as they guessed, but his sword far exceeded his cultivation level.
Not to mention monks of the same level, even a strong man in the late stages of transcending the tribulation would probably have a hard time taking his sword.
This is the sword skill of Wuji Immortal Palace and also the confidence of Wuji Immortal Palace.
Mo Tianchen's cultivation level may not be any worse than Nangong Zhiyuan's, and it would be enough to bully a family of demon cultivators like the Pang family, but in terms of sword skills and background, how can he be compared to Wuji Immortal Palace?
If he had behaved more modestly before, Nangong Zhiyuan might have been merciful, but if he said such big words, how could Nangong Zhiyuan be polite to him?
It's over, Mo Tianchen is over.
Even if he doesn't die, he will definitely be seriously injured and his cultivation will be completely ruined.
Thinking that the Tiancang Continent finally produced such a powerful person who could overcome the tribulation, and that it would be destroyed in front of them so soon, everyone felt sad in their hearts.
Closer, closer. Seeing the sword slashing down in the air, getting closer and closer to Mo Tianchen, some people even wanted to turn their heads away, unable to bear to see the next scene.
But at this moment, a scene that shocked everyone happened.
A strange light flashed through, and Mo Tianchen's figure, which was originally pure and elegant, suddenly grew taller in the wind.
In just the blink of an eye, a figure as huge as a mountain appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
He raised his palm and slapped it down hard.
"Boom!" Amidst the earth-shattering sound, Nangong Zhiyuan's sword that seemed to be able to split the world was shattered into pieces by his palm.
Even the ancient long sword in his hand split quickly, turning into pieces and falling to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.
Nangong Zhiyuan held the bare hilt of the sword in his hand and was stunned.
How is this possible, how is it possible? He is a strong man in the middle stage of transcending tribulation, and the sword skills he uses are even more unique to Wuji Immortal Palace.
He believed that even if he faced a strong man at the peak of his calamity, he would be able to fight.
But today, the sword he was most proud of was shattered with a palm... Looking up at that majestic figure, there was a brief blank in Nangong Zhiyuan's mind.
"Brother, retreat quickly." Pang Henian shouted.
Although he had already guessed that Mo Tianchen's strength was not that simple, he did not expect that he would be so strong.
Seeing Nangong Zhiyuan's tragic defeat with one sword, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
He wanted to rescue him, but even Nangong Zhiyuan was so vulnerable in front of Mo Tianchen. What could he do to save him?
Nangong Zhiyuan finally came to his senses and hurriedly retreated.
But it was too late. Although his movements were not slow, Mo Tianchen's palm came faster.
"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and Nangong Zhiyuan flew away like a kite with its string broken.
It flew hundreds of feet away before hitting the ground like a meteor.
Everyone was dumbfounded, even the Wuji Immortal Palace disciples who came with Nangong Zhiyuan were no exception.
The close disciple of the great elder of Wuji Immortal Palace, a strong man in the middle stage of transcending the tribulation, was just slapped away by someone... Is this what you said about people outside the world?
Well, the way Nangong Zhiyuan flew out just now is really a bit like a flying fairy from the sky. It's just that other flying gods from the sky fly from far away to near, but this flying fairy from the sky flies from near to far.
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It was only then that they realized that Mo Tianchen was right. In front of him, Nangong Zhiyuan really only had one chance to make a move.
Looking up at the giant iron-eating beast in front of them, which was as tall as a mountain, everyone gasped, and the disciples of Wuji Immortal Palace were so scared that their hands and feet were numb.
There is no shortage of strong people and demon cultivators in Wuji Immortal Palace, but such a powerful demon cultivator is something they have never heard of or seen.
Of course, there is nothing surprising to Yuwen Dingtian and others. Nangong Zhiyuan's strength is good, but no matter how good it is, it can't compare to Ji Li, the leader of the eight demon kings.
Even though Ji Li had just been resurrected and his strength was far from reaching its peak, it was still not something that a disciple of the Wuji Immortal Palace could compare to.
Even Ji Li was beaten to pieces by Mo Tianchen's palm, let alone Nangong Zhiyuan.
Looking at Nangong Zhiyuan, who was hit to the ground heavily in the distance and vomiting blood, Yu Wen Dingtian and others all had pity on their faces.
"Senior Mo, my brother-in-law is just confused for a moment. I hope that Senior Mo will have more money and don't argue with him." Pang Henian came to Mo Tianchen and saluted nervously and worriedly.
Nangong Zhiyuan was obviously seriously injured. If Mo Tianchen added another palm at this moment...it wouldn't be a single palm, he could be crushed to death with just one finger.
"I said one sword, then this is the only one." Mo Tianchen said, turning into a human form, but he didn't even look at Nangong Zhiyuan.
In the past, who would have dared to believe that someone in the world of cultivation would dare to have such contempt for the people of Wuji Immortal Palace.
But now, everyone has to admit that he does have the qualifications to despise Nangong Zhiyuan, and he even has the confidence to despise Nangong Zhiyuan.
"Senior Mo is so magnanimous, and I can't thank you enough. What happened today was all because of me, and I apologize to you on behalf of my uncle." Pang Henian said gratefully, finally feeling relieved.
"How dare you hurt my Wuji Immortal Palace disciples!" An old man suddenly roared at the gate of Wuji Immortal Palace.
The old man was short in stature and had a thin face. He was dressed in a white robe and looked a bit fairy-like. But at this time, his face was full of anger and his hair and beard were spread out, but it added a bit of majesty.
"Great Elder, Great Elder!" Hearing his voice, the group of Wuji Immortal Palace disciples were shocked, turned around quickly, and bowed towards the mountain gate.
"Disciple pays homage to Master." Nangong Zhiyuan also vomited blood and fell to his knees.
Seeing this, everyone present was shocked.
I thought that today's matter would end here. No matter how unwilling or unconvinced Nangong Zhiyuan was, he could only give up.
Unexpectedly, Nangong Zhiyuan's master jumped out again.
Judging from the menacing look on this old man's face, I'm afraid things will be difficult to resolve today.
"Trash, I, Wuji Immortal Palace, have all disgraced you." A figure flashed before his eyes, and the Great Elder of Wuji Immortal Palace had already arrived in front of Nangong Zhiyuan, scolding him with an angry look on his face.