"Xue Wushuang!" Above the void, Nie Tian stared coldly at the visitor, his eyes trembling.
No wonder Qianliu Sha is so arrogant, it turns out there is Xue Wushuang behind him.
Xue Wushuang, the son of the Snow Emperor, was a martial arts genius second only to Nie Tian in the Heavenly Realm.
He entered the Shocking God Realm a hundred years ago and quickly gathered his divine power to advance to the divine realm. This time, he has been practicing hard for the Twelve Divine Palace Competition. When he came out, his strength was already at the peak of the lower gods!
At this time, Xue Wushuang already knew everything and had a huge hatred for Nie Tian in her heart.
When he was in the Divine Realm of Heaven, he was overpowered by Nie Tian, and he was extremely unhappy with Nie Tian at that time.
Now that Nie Tian killed his father, how could he let Nie Tian go?
"Nie Tian, you are finally back." Xue Wushuang stood high in the sky, with terrifying frost and cold air surging around his body, and his eyes were stern and cold.
"Xue Wushuang!" Mo Qianjun and Jiu Qiansheng saw the face clearly, their eyes trembled violently, and their faces showed unconcealable horror.
They knew that Xue Wushuang's talent in martial arts was inherently terrifying. He entered the realm more than a hundred years earlier than Nie Tian. His strength at this moment must be very terrifying. Will Nie Tian be his opponent?
Nie Tian's expression was very indifferent at this time. He looked at Xue Wushuang calmly, smiled faintly, and said, "Xue Wushuang, do you want to avenge the Snow Emperor?"
"The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable. Either you die today or I die!" Xue Wushuang said solemnly, staring at Nie Tian with bloodthirsty eyes, wishing to torture the latter a thousand times.
Although Chi Yuefeng specially sent someone to tell him that the grievances between him and Nie Tian would be settled after the Twelve Divine Palace Competition, but he couldn't wait any longer.
As Nie Tian lived one more day, the anger in his heart became even more intense.
"The Snow Emperor deserved his death. It's natural for you to want to avenge your father. But if you think I will die in your hands, you are totally wrong." Nie Tian smiled coldly and stood at his feet.
With one step, the figure leaped into the sky, confronting Xue Wushuang fiercely.
Snow Emperor was the culprit who killed Nie Tian, so it was understandable for Nie Tian to kill him.
There is nothing wrong with Xue Wushuang avenging his father.
Nie Tian and Xue Wushuang are already on opposite sides, and a life-and-death battle is inevitable.
"Nie Tian, even though you have lived two lives, you are still as arrogant! I am already at the peak of my strength as a lower god, how can you fight with me!"
After releasing it, a sharp claw of ice appeared in the void, shot out of the air, and fiercely grabbed Nie Tian.
"Kakkakkak..." Wherever the claws of ice passed, the space was directly frozen, and the sky and the earth were filled with frost.
"Do you want to kill me just because of this?" Nie Tian smiled faintly, and then stabbed out the long sword in his hand, and the sword shadows roared out in the sky, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
"Boom! Kah!" Above the void, the ice claws collided with countless sword shadows. With a loud cracking sound, the ice claws shattered, and a terrifying chill spread across the space.
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Nie Tian took one step forward, and a ball of flame burst out from his body, dispelling the cold air in the space.
Seeing this scene, Xue Wushuang was slightly stunned, her eyes trembled, and then she laughed and said: "Nie Tian, you really did not disappoint me. It seems that I underestimated you!"
Qianliu Sha was also stunned. He didn't expect Nie Tian to dare to fight Xue Wushuang head-on.
Only then did he realize that Nie Tian's strength was already the same as his own, reaching the mid-level level of a lower god.
When Qian Liusha noticed this, his whole body suddenly became sluggish.
He has been in the realm for more than a hundred years, and he has reached the middle stage of lower god. Nie Tian has only been in the realm for less than three months, and he has reached the middle stage of lower god.
In such a comparison, his talent is simply scum.
In fact, we can’t say that Qianliu Sha is too scumbag, we can only say that Nie Tian is too perverted!
Mo Qianjun and Jiu Qiansheng looked at each other with horrified expressions on their faces. They did not expect Nie Tian's strength to be so terrifying.
The two smiled bitterly, slightly bitterly. The gap between them and Nie Tian was getting wider and wider.
At this time, the battle between Nie Tian and Xue Wushuang shocked many people. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the sky with stunned expressions.
Many people recognized Xue Wushuang and started talking about it.
"Why did Xue Wushuang fight with that silver-haired boy? Isn't that silver-haired boy from our Scarlet Moon Palace?"
"They are all people from the plane world. It seems that the silver-haired boy killed Xue Wushuang's father."
"The revenge for killing my father, no wonder Xue Wushuang wants to kill someone!"
At this time, someone quickly informed the top brass of the Scarlet Moon Palace about what was going on here.
"Xue Wushuang, if you only have this kind of strength, you can't kill me." Nie Tian smiled lightly, with a hint of joking in his tone.
"Seeking death!" Xue Wushuang frowned, his face was so gloomy that he was bleeding, his whole body was shaken, and endless chill was suddenly released, and the space within several kilometers around him turned directly into a world of frost.
"Kill!" The next moment, Xue Wushuang roared, and the frost energy all over his body turned into sharp ice blades that filled the sky, suddenly pressing down on Nie Tian like thousands of arrows.
"What a terrifying power of frost!" The crowd's eyes darkened when they saw this scene. Although they were tens of thousands of meters apart, they felt a bone-chilling chill welling up in their hearts.
Xue Wushuang's strength is really terrifying, he can actually burst out with such terrifying power.
Nie Tian frowned slightly, and then all the sword intent in his body surged out wildly, and the sword light in the air was bright, lighting up the sky.
"Boom!" The majestic sword intent condensed instantly, and a two-thousand-meter sword shadow appeared, like a wild beast, charging fiercely towards the endless ice blades.
"Boom! Chichichichi..." After a loud noise, a harsh sound came from the air, and the sharp blades of ice penetrated into the huge sword shadow. In an instant, the huge sword shadow was frozen.
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"Bang!" Then there was a loud tearing sound, and the sword shadow shattered directly in the air. Endless sword intent and cold air escaped into the air, and it was extremely cold.
Nie Tian's figure was pushed back several hundred meters, and his body shook, dispelling the chill in the space.
Xue Wushuang was indeed terrifying, and her strength exceeded Nie Tian's expectations.
Nie Tian estimated that Xue Wushuang's combat power was still higher than Jian Chun from the Heavenly Sword Palace.
At this time, Nie Tian's strength has not fully recovered, and it would be very bad to fight Xue Wushuang head-on.
"Huh?" Xue Wushuang knocked back Nie Tian with one move, her eyes filled with surprise instead of pleasure.
He originally thought that if this move fell, Nie Tian would be seriously injured even if he did not die.
But what he didn't expect was that not only was Nie Tian not dead, he was not seriously injured, or even slightly injured.
"Xue Wushuang, if you have any other skills, just use them." Nie Tian stabilized his body, smiled lightly, and his eyes were firm as usual.
"Nie Tian, you are looking for death!" Xue Wushuang was furious. He could no longer restrain the murderous intent in his heart. Suddenly, he stretched out his right arm, and a golden vortex surged out of his palm, surging crazily, releasing Lingling's murderous intent.
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"Huh?" Nie Tian couldn't help but frown when he saw the golden vortex. He felt a familiar aura that made his heart sink. Four words appeared in his mind: The power of a saint!