The vast divine power was overwhelming from the sky, and Ji Wuming was seen holding a stick in both hands and smashing the mountains and seas angrily.
A hundred-foot ravine dropped down, which was completely an expression of power and shocked people's hearts.
even!!
Under this stick, even Shen Yunteng, the ancestor of Yunteng Valley, had a look of intense panic on his face.
Immediately, I saw him hurriedly raising his hands, trying to stop the magic stick.
Can!!
At the moment when their attacks collided, blood lines appeared outside Ji Wuming's body.
A series of bloody dragon scales quietly emerged around him, turning into a ferocious battle armor.
And the divine stick spirit power that he smashed down was even more powerful, causing huge waves.
"I...super..."
Shen Yunteng's lips trembled slightly. At this moment, he could feel...a divine force pressing down, like mountains and seas falling and stars extinguishing.
Even with his strength at the Second Tribulation of the Emperor Realm, he felt extremely insignificant under this divine power.
"Crack!"
And his protruding palms shattered in an instant, spilling the emperor's blood and splashing endless smoke and dust.
Heaven and earth are silent!!
The originally noisy square suddenly fell into dead silence.
Everyone swallowed hard when they looked at the figure standing in the void, wearing ferocious blood armor and carrying a golden stick on its shoulder.
At this moment, Ji Wuming was like an ancient god... fighting against the world. With a casual blow of his stick, all living beings were destroyed.
"Puch!"
The ground beneath Shen Yunteng's feet had long since collapsed and shattered.
And his figure was half-kneeling on the ground, blood dripping from his body, and his two arms... turned into nothingness.
"As expected of Prince Ji."
Beside him, the ancestor of Spirit Sword Cave Heaven nodded gently, with a hint of solemnity on his resolute and handsome face.
Then!!
In everyone's shocked eyes, this ancestor of the Three Tribulations of the Emperor Realm,
Suddenly he drew out the ancient sword on his back.
The harsh sword roar suddenly resounded, and with the force of the sword, even his aura became cold and deep.
"The Spirit Sword Ancestor actually drew his sword directly!!"
"Lingque, it is said that this sword is a supreme artifact, a treasure inherited from the Spirit Sword Cave Heaven."
"It seems that this swordsman emperor regards Ji Wuming as his real opponent!"
Waves of startling cries suddenly resounded. Even across the entire continent, the Spirit Sword Ancestor was truly the top powerhouse.
although!!
The strength of Sanjie seems to have nothing to do with the word "top".
But, what he cultivates is sword!!
"Buzz!"
only!!
Just when Ji Wuming shook his head and thought, even his head was shrouded in blood armor, he saw the crowd in the distance... suddenly began to boil.
Ji Wuming's face was stunned, and he turned to look back, only to see Ling Xiao's figure appearing behind him at some point, with a gentle and indifferent smile on his face.
Seeing this, Ji Wuming's eyes trembled slightly, and his figure fell from the sky.
He knew that whenever the young master showed this smile, it meant... that he was going to start pretending!!
"Back off! Back off everyone!"
In everyone's surprised and confused eyes, they saw the golden stick in Ji Wuming's hand sweeping away, blocking many powerful people from the Immortal Sect around him.
And that figure in black walked quietly in front of the Spirit Sword Ancestor.
"Young man, your swordsmanship talent is indeed unparalleled, but that doesn't mean... you will definitely win."
The ancestor of the Spirit Sword frowned slightly, leaned down slightly, held the sword in his hand, and prepared to attack.
A sword force as majestic as the undulating waves of the ocean spread out in all directions, cutting across 30,000 miles.
Mountains and rivers.
The sky shook, and the terrifying sword intent spread out, shredding the clouds.
However, at this moment, he clearly saw that the young man just casually held the Emperor Yun Ancient Sword and slashed at him lightly.
Then, he put away the ancient sword again and continued to walk towards him at an unhurried speed.
"Um?"
The Spirit Sword Ancestor frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
At this time, he didn't dare to hesitate at all, holding the spirit bird in his hand, he wanted to use his true swordsmanship.
But, in the next moment, his expression suddenly became dull, until it became ferocious and twisted.
"What happened? Why is the ancestor of the Spirit Sword not moving?"
Everyone looked at each other in amazement as they looked at the figure in black who slowly walked up to the Spirit Sword Ancestor.
At this moment, Ling Xiao just stretched out a palm casually, and happened to hold the wrist-broken palm of the Spirit Sword Ancestor... in his hand.
"Thanks."
"Hiss!!"
Between heaven and earth, there were sudden sounds of gasping air.
Everyone watched with horrified expressions as the young man in black took off the ancient Spirit Bird Sword, dropped the palm of the ancestor of the Spirit Sword on the ground, and continued walking towards the distant hall.
The clouds are clear and the wind is clear, elegant and strange.
Especially that... thank you, which seems sincere, but isn't it also an extreme form of ridicule?!
"Niubi!!"
Seeing this scene, Ji Wuming clasped his hands tightly, his whole body trembling slightly with excitement, and there was a touch of fanatical admiration deep in his eyes.
Young Master, this Bobby is really moisturizing things silently, completely natural.
He didn't even shout to heighten the atmosphere. He just calmly slashed out his sword and pocketed the ancient treasure of Spirit Sword Cave.
And that thank you was even more... heartbreaking.
"Puch!"
really!!
After hearing what Ling Xiao said, the Spirit Sword Ancestor spurted out a mouthful of old blood ten feet away, his eyes went black, and he passed out and died on the ground.
In just a short moment, the two ancestors of the Immortal Sect were completely crushed by the two monsters of the Ji Clan...
Such a result was so shocking that when Ling Xiao walked up to Xia Zhenjiang, everyone just recovered from the shock and their eyes hardened.
One is a contemporary evildoer of the Ji Clan, a young swordsman, and the other is a crowned king of the Imperial Clan, a man who has truly conquered the world.
The confrontation between these two people was like a confrontation between two eras, which inexplicably made the blood of many descendants of the ancient Immortal Sect clan boil.
However, this is the Jun clan after all, and those invited here are all vassal forces of the Jun and Xia clans.
Therefore, in just a moment, behind Xia Zhenjiang, there were all the ancestors and elders of the immortal sects from all sides.
But Ling Xiao still had a gentle expression on his face, holding the Emperor's Ancient Sword in his hand, and walked towards the main hall step by step.
This scene is extremely shocking!!
Seen from a distance, the young man in black seems to be the enemy of the world, lonely and desolate, but never stops walking.
"Huh, you are just trying to be mysterious. I want to see who you really are."
At this moment, a white-haired old man suddenly walked out from behind Xia Zhenjiang and shouted angrily.
"Huh? It's Xing Zhou, the ancestor of the ancient Xingyan sect! It is said that this ancestor is very good at deduction!!"
Those who remained neutral at this time were mostly vassals of the monarchy.
Although the fifth ancestor of the Jun family showed up, he did not express his position. Naturally, they did not dare to act rashly.
"Xingyan Ancient Sect, it seems... this young man's identity is about to be revealed."
Everyone's eyes flickered, and even Jun Linchuan, who had fallen in front of the palace, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look behind him.
At this time, he was also a little curious as to who this young man who suddenly appeared was!