The rich dark elements formed a whirlwind, pouring out like a flood with extremely terrifying pressure and power.
The people in the God Realm were not useless. They all flew up, condensing their own energy in their palms, and struck forward.
In response to this, Jun Moye sneered, his purple eyes were very deep, and with a wave of his sleeves, a purple light shot towards the dark element, and merged with it, further increasing the power of the attack. It was like a sleeping powerful force.
The one who wakes up is unstoppable!
"Boom..." Wherever the black halo passed, no one could escape.
Even if everyone takes action together, they are still no match for Jun Moye.
If a generation of evil emperors were defeated so easily, they would no longer be evil emperors.
A purple stream of light flashed across the sky, and Jun Moye's figure instantly appeared in front of Bu Tian, and the Zunshen Sword in his hand struck his chest mercilessly.
Bu Tian was shocked, quickly created a protective shield and retreated, narrowly escaping. However, his speed was still inferior compared to Jun Moye.
Looking at the bone-deep wound on his left arm, blood was flowing rapidly down the arm, drop by drop, very coquettishly. At the same time, it reminded him who should be messed with and who should not be messed with!
Bu Tian frowned, and the severe pain from his left arm went numb for a moment. Before he could make any move, a whirlwind passed in front of him, the purple figure flashed again, and another fierce attack fell.
After all, a general is a general. He knew that he could not escape. At the critical moment, he quickly changed his position and avoided the vital point. His body was hit by the force, flew backwards behind him, landed next to the rocks at the foot of the mountain, and then headed towards
It rolled down and made a loud noise.
Not far from the chest, the flesh and blood were blurred and dripping with blood. The pungent smell of blood entered the nose, and there was a sharp pain in the body. There was a fishy sweet taste in the throat. Bu Tian coughed lowly.
The damage was too severe, blood surged up, he spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his body collapsed to the ground.
A shadow passed in front of him, and the light was blocked. Bu Tian opened his eyes and looked up above his head.
Jun Moye looked at him expressionlessly, with a sneer on his lips: "Are you disappointed that I was not captured and taken to the prison?"
The low and evil voice was like the sound of nature, very sexy and beautiful. But in Bu Tian's ears at this moment, it was like a reminder of death. Time was flowing backwards, and his life was slowly passing by.
His heart was supposed to be damaged and he barely escaped, but he still couldn't escape the fatal blow. Even though the injury was not in the heart, if he didn't get treatment in time, he might die at any time.
"If you want to kill, just kill. I'm not as good as someone, I admit it." Bu Tian said with difficulty. As he spoke, some bright red liquid flowed out of his mouth again, and his clothes and robes were stained red, which was particularly terrifying and bloody.
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kill?
Jun Moye sneered: "Are the people in Emperor Shitian's hands so vulnerable?"
Did he overestimate the strength of the divine world, or has it deteriorated after thousands of years of silence?
"The strength of the people in the God Realm is not something we can represent." They are just a part of it.
On the surface it looks calm, but in reality it is turbulent.
If the strength of the God Realm is at this level, how can it be able to dominate the world for so long?