It was just where Yun Shitian and Dongtian Wang were separated.
A foot-long crack in the ground suddenly burst out, lying between Yun Shitian and Dongtian Wang Luoyu.
The crack surface is smooth, like a knife cutting.
The wind was chilling to the bones, and the heaven and earth instantly became colder and colder.
There was silence on the ground. Everyone fighting on this side was shocked by this sudden change. They stopped and raised their heads, looking at it in shock and surprise.
The wind blew through the wilderness, whistling loudly.
"Yun Shitian?"
In mid-air, a middle-aged man in blue, holding the seriously injured Emperor Brahma in one hand, coldly locked eyes with Yun Shitian below, his voice as deep as ice.
Yun Shitian tightened his grip on the Kirin Rakshasa sword and turned to face the middle-aged man in blue: "Who are you?"
"You are not qualified to know who I am." The man in blue said in a deep voice.
After saying that, he turned his head and glanced at Emperor Brahma who didn't know anyone else. The man in blue had a flash of killing in his eyes: "When dynasties compete for hegemony, each one relies on his own ability, I don't care.
However, since you dare to hurt my disciples, you are seeking death."
As soon as Leng Jue's words fell, the man in blue had a murderous look in his eyes. The two fingers of his free hand were aligned like a knife, and he slashed at Yun Shitian with one strike.
The golden power was as fast as thunder, roaring down.
Seeing this, Yun Shitian could still listen to Luo Yu's words not to let him take action.
The blade of the Kirin Rakshasa sword in his hand trembled, fighting energy surged through his body, and he slashed forward with the sword, aiming towards the hand sword of the middle-aged man in blue.
As soon as the killing knife comes out, the sky and the earth should change color, and the sun and moon should lose their light.
Unexpectedly, the moment they faced that golden power, they were like the difference between a cat and a tiger.
He was instantly made smaller and smaller.
Yun Shitian's eyebrows darkened when he saw this, this person...
"The Qilin Rakshasa Sword, the king of swords, it's a pity that you can only exert twenty-three percent of its power. It's a waste."
In mid-air, the man in blue looked coldly at the Kirin Rakshasa sword in Yun Shitian's hand.
As soon as the sound sank, the two fingers in the hand sank downward again.
I saw the golden power surge instantly.
Just like the tiger swallowed up the power of the Qilin Rakshasa Sword, it rushed towards Yun Shitian.