The roar of a dragon rose above this piece of royal land. It was a hazy and twisted shadow, shining with silver light, as if a small world was rising and falling.
Liu Qingchan's body was like a swimming dragon, her fist seals were clumsy, and tens of thousands of runes were like glimmering fireflies, constantly overflowing from her palms, reaching an astonishing state in an instant.
boom!
There is a blazing fist light, rushing out from the delicate but domineering fist seal. In the light of the fist, it seems that there is a huge and gorgeous real dragon roaring, winding and swimming in the void. Wherever it passes, there are some cracks in the void.
They were all smoothed away, and the cold wind and smoke melted like white snow in spring.
puff!
There was blood splashing, the Tianfeng Seal was penetrated, Tianfeng Mushan screamed, and the fist moved forward so fast that everyone present had no time to stop it.
"How dare you, evildoer!"
On the Ming Lei Ridge, a loud shout shook the void, and the vast holy power poured down like a waterfall hanging from the sky.
Faster than the arrival of the Holy Power, a white palm, glowing with light, tore open the void. The arm emerged from the layers of void faults and pressed down on Liu Qingchan's head.
Clang!
At that moment, the Holy Wind Holy Spear that fell to the ground was swung by the stone chain, like a divine lightning, rising up into the sky and piercing the void.
puff!
Until this moment, the two people who were as strong as Tian Qingdu and Tian Qingbu could barely turn their mental will to capture this scene, but it was like being struck by thunder. Especially Tian Qingdu, his eyes widened. He
What did he see? Who did that palm belong to? He didn't know why, but at the moment, it was pierced by his own holy spear. The palm was bloody, with holy blood dripping, splitting the void, and falling into the void fault.
Ding!
The Youfeng Holy Spear penetrated three feet into the ground and buzzed continuously. The stone chain on the spear body flickered and jingled, like gold or iron.
boom!
Just half an instant later, the punch continued to strike, sending Tianfeng Mushan flying horizontally, disintegrating in mid-air, and falling into pieces with a pop.
Blood and bones splashed everywhere. Some were smashed into deep pits after landing, and some survived after falling into the cracks in the void. By the time they reached the Kaitian realm, the mighty body was strong enough to survive the long years without decaying, and could withstand the abrasion of the cracks in the void.
and tearing.
But these are not important. What is important is that at this moment, no matter whether it is Tianfengjian, Yunlei Valley, or even the many disciples of Minglei Ridge, the same thought appears in their hearts.
The sky is falling!
The young master of the Tianfengjian lineage, the young forbidden king, was beaten to death by a foreigner on the royal soil of his ancestral land. He was beaten to death by a fist.
At this moment, the top of Minglei Ridge.
Three strands of holy power burst out, like three blazing suns, appearing in the sky at the same time. Winds and clouds agitated, the void shook, and large cracks appeared one after another, like cracks in the sky, across the entire Minglei Ridge.
"Ancestor."
Tian Qingbu took a breath. The situation was now out of control. He did not expect this. He looked up and saw an ancestor in a snow-white feathered coat standing with a staff. Not far away, two familiar figures were hanging in the air.
The machine surged, and the holy power surged like a volcano, suddenly reaching the edge of eruption.
Especially one of the middle-aged men with white hair hanging down from his temples, who looked somewhat similar to Tianqing Mushan. The blood hole in his palm was healing, his eyes were extremely cold, and he had a frightening murderous aura that seemed to be real.
The overflow from his body made the sky darken, the void was like iron, and all the paths were dim. At this moment, they were all suppressed by his Qi machine, making it difficult to move.
Extremely holy power!
The azure cloth is awe-inspiring. The Lord of Tianfeng Stream is not an ordinary saint. He can become the Lord of the thirty-six main bloodlines of the royal family. He has reached the pinnacle hundreds of years ago.
He is far superior to those who have achieved minor successes and even those who have achieved great sainthood. However, he has never found the path to transcendence, so he has stopped at the eighth level.
Even so, he has been cultivating at the eighth level for many years, and is not weak even among the top saints. Looking at the thirty-six major saints, it is difficult to be in the top ten, but he is firmly in the middle.
"How dare you kill me, the direct descendant of Tianfengjian! My great-great-grandson! You are so brave, Nie Zhan!"
The Lord of Tianfengjian shouted coldly, his voice was rumbling, and his holy power was like a prison, and he rushed towards Liu Qingchan.
"According to cause and effect, this is his destiny."
Liu Qingchan said lightly, and when the holy power that came towards him reached in front of him, it was like being cut open by a sharp blade, and dispersed towards both sides, unable to reach him at all.
"Sure enough, there is still a remnant saint who has the courage to sneak into my Azure King's department. Show yourself, otherwise, if you can stop one of these two juniors, you may not be able to stop the two of me!"
Beside the Lord of Tianfeng Stream and the Lord of Yunlei Valley, there is an old man who looks like an iron tower with loose black hair and thick sideburns, like a holy lion. His body is curved and there is a hint of thunder. At this moment, his tone is thick and cold.
Intentionally, his eyes scanned the void, piercing through the layers of void faults, looking for hidden visitors.
"No harm will come to future generations, you just got through it!"
At this moment, Tian Qingming spoke. The master of Minglei Ridge tapped the withered wooden staff in the void. The tip of the staff collided with the void barrier, making a muffled thud and said coldly.
"Cut the grass and roots. This is a great fight. Tian Qing Ming, I know you have an old relationship with the two world divisions, but everything should be done in moderation. We are both members of the Tian Qing clan, and don't let outsiders laugh at it," the Lord of Tianfeng Stream looked at him sideways.
, very forceful, with a cold tone, "The saint's great-great-grandson is dead. My direct descendant, the young master of Tianfengjian lineage, was killed by foreigners. Even if we go to the king, we must use blood to commemorate him. Tian Qingming
, the thirty-six meridians are not immutable, if you want to take action forcefully, don’t blame us for being rude."
"You dare to threaten me!" Tian Qingming's eyes darkened, "Hundreds of years have passed and I am no longer scared, so let's have a fight!"
"Tian Qing Ming!" the Lord of Tianfeng Stream said in a cold voice.
Rumble!
At this moment, there was thunder in the sky, the sky shook, and auroras of various colors emerged. On the earth, the breaths of the disciples of the Three Meridians were stagnant, and their hearts felt like a big mountain was pressing down. This was the terrifying celestial phenomenon caused by the collision of three holy powers and their collision with each other. They had never expected it.
If not, will there be a holy war today or a shocking showdown between the two masters?
"Senior's kindness is appreciated by both of us. Please let it go. We should settle any disputes on our own."
Suddenly, there was a sound, not very high, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. Everyone looked sideways. Azure Bu frowned and looked at the figure in the coarse white robe. He didn't know when he came to Liu Qingchan's side.
.
It's him again!
The corners of the mouths of the disciples of the Three Meridians twitched. Even if there were strong men secretly protecting him, this one was really not welcomed by them because his tone was too loud. Even his indifferent posture could not hide the fact that his cultivation was weak. This
Is it something you can intervene in the dispute over the Holy Realm?
"How do you want to end it?" Tian Qingming raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.
"Qing Chan, beat them to death." (Please subscribe, Monday recommendation vote.)