In the void, Nie Tian thrust out his sword, and the endless power of the bloody formation surged, and the surrounding space of hundreds of meters instantly turned into a bloody ocean.
The blood-colored sword intent surged in the air, sweeping over with great momentum like a turbulent wave.
"It's actually a sword formation!" Xun Hai's eyes trembled violently when he saw the scene in the void. He didn't expect that Nie Tian could actually activate the sword formation, and it was such a terrifying sword formation!
"Huh?" Sikong Wuji felt the terrifying momentum of Nie Tian's sword, his eyes froze slightly, and then sneered: "Is it useful?"
"Boom!" The next moment, a violent collision sounded in the air, huge waves were set off in the space, wind and clouds surged, and the color of the sky and the earth changed.
Rolling air waves spread from the center of the collision, and the two figures in the void retreated rapidly.
Nie Tian felt a dull impact on his chest. He flew backwards and was rushed a hundred meters away.
On the other hand, Sikong Wuji, although he was also forced to retreat, he only took a few steps back, his body shook, and then he completely stabilized himself.
With this move, Sikong Wuji had the absolute upper hand.
His strength is much higher than that of Nie Tian, and his level of swordsmanship is not comparable to that of Nie Tian. The gap between the two is too big.
The wings behind Nie Tian's back trembled, and he finally stabilized his figure. However, his body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned as white as paper.
He had just finished the battle with the ghost, and had consumed too much energy. If he had another sword fight with Sikong Wuji, his body would have reached its limit.
If he were in full strength at this moment, he might not be injured if he took Sikong Wuji's sword.
"Not dead!" Sikong Wuji struck Nie Tian with a sword that made him vomit blood, but what appeared in his eyes was not pleasure, but shock and confusion. Nie Tian, a mere fourth-level warrior of the Divine Wheel, was struck by his sword head-on, but he didn't survive.
Death, how is this possible?
"Really not dead?" Xing Kang in the distance also looked shocked, his eyes widened, and if his eye sockets were bigger, his eyeballs would pop out.
Sikong Wuji is one of the four great monsters of Tianjian Pavilion. Even in the entire Xumi world, he is one of the top geniuses. With one strike of his sword, he did not even kill a single warrior from the lower world. If this news spread,
Sikong Wuji may become a joke in the world of Sumeru.
"What a powerful sword formation!" Xun Hai on the side was equally surprised, but his reaction was relatively calm. His mental power was close to level 80, and he could feel that the sword formation Nie Tian used just now was so powerful that it was hardly weak.
As for the seventh level spiritual formation, and there was an extremely terrifying aura lurking in that spiritual formation, it should be that Nie Tian was not strong enough and did not bring out the true power of the sword formation.
How could a warrior from the lower world master such a terrifying sword formation?
A thought came to Xun Hai's mind: Nie Tian's identity is not simple!
Tang Hao and Ye Lingyun, who were following Nie Tian before, were definitely the top experts in Three Thousand Small Worlds, but they were respectful in front of Nie Tian. This was very strange.
Coupled with the sword formation Nie Tian was using now, Xun Hai was even more suspicious. He even suspected that Nie Tian was not from Three Thousand Small Worlds!
But these are nothing. When Nie Tian slashed with his sword just now, Xun Hai sensed an unusually terrifying power in his body, as if there was something terrible hidden in the latter's body.
"Nie Tian, who are you?" Xun Hai frowned slightly and his eyes couldn't help trembling.
Nie Tian took a step forward, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised a mocking smile: "Sikong Wuji, your sword is nothing more than that."
This sentence was obviously a mockery of Sikong Wuji, saying that Nie Tian could not catch his sword, which made Sikong look extremely embarrassed.
"Nie Tian, you are looking for death!" Sikong Wuji was extremely angry and roared out with a vicious voice. The sword intent in his body became even more fierce. He stabbed out with the sword again. The sword intent was shocking. The mighty sword intent roared out with a huge force.
He pressed down hard on Nie Tian, swift and fierce.
"Huh?" Nie Tian felt the force of oppression coming towards his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, his wings trembled, and he quickly retreated.
But Sikong Wuji's power was too strong. Even though Nie Tian was extremely fast, he was still hit by the huge force. His body swayed in the void and he spurted out a mouthful of blood again.
Nie Tian's figure retreated tens of meters again, his face became even paler, as if he might collapse at any time.
"Nie Tian, let me see how long you can last?" Sikong Wuji roared, his eyes filled with seriousness. He seemed to have made up his mind to kill Nie Tian!
"Huh?" At this moment, Nie Tian suddenly felt a strange force coming out. He frowned and immediately placed his eyes on the Spirit Dragon Ring in his hand.
That power comes from the Spirit Dragon Ring!
The Spirit Dragon Ring is the ring that Huo Yuan, the former president of the Alchemist Guild, gave to Nie Tian before he died!
When Nie Tian left the Abyss of Chaos, Queen Medusa gave him a small green dragon. The small green dragon merged with the Spirit Dragon Ring, and opened the powerful seal in the Spirit Dragon Ring, the Spirit Dragon Seal!
Nie Tian observed carefully and saw that his own blood had inadvertently soaked into the spirit dragon ring. He actually had a very real feeling for the spirit dragon seal in the dragon ring, as if the spirit dragon seal was in his body.
"My blood has been sprinkled on the Spirit Dragon Ring before, why don't I feel this way?" Nie Tian's eyes were deeply focused and his brows were furrowed. Perhaps the blood needs to be rich enough to activate the power of the Dragon Ring.
"What the hell?" Sikong Wuji also noticed a strange surge of power on Nie Tian, which actually made him feel inexplicably afraid.
At this moment, the Spirit Dragon Ring suddenly flashed, and a small green dragon flew out, its whole body green and lifelike.
This is exactly the little green dragon, but its body has become much larger at this moment, already five or six meters long.
The small green dragon is completely physical, no different from the real dragon, except that its body is smaller.
The green dragon floated in the air and circled around Nie Tian. Endless dragon energy suddenly poured out, directly dispelling Sikong Wuji's oppressive sword intent.
"Huh!" Nie Tian exhaled a long breath and his eyes trembled slightly. He felt the strong sealing power on the green dragon's body. It seemed that the green dragon had absorbed a large amount of energy during the time he was in the dragon ring.
With the power of the spirit dragon's seal, even his body became bigger.
"This is..." Seeing the small green dragon beside Nie Tian, Xun Hai and others were shocked, and their necks straightened.
The next moment, Xun Hai noticed the Spirit Dragon Ring in Nie Tian's hand, his eyes suddenly trembled, and he couldn't help but lost his voice: "Dragon Ring! You are from the Ten Thousand Demons Longyuan!"
"It's really a dragon ring!" Sikong Wuji also noticed the spirit dragon ring in Nie Tian's hand, his heart trembled violently, and his eyes became blurred.
"Ten Thousand Demons Dragon Abyss?" Nie Tian's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard the name Xun Hai said. He had no idea what kind of organization this was. It was the first time he heard this name.
He got the Spirit Dragon Ring from Huo Yuan, but before he could ask the latter where the Spirit Dragon Ring came from, the latter passed away.
According to Xun Hai, the Spirit Dragon Ring seems to come from an organization called Wanmo Longyuan!