Because Nangong Teng no longer has the strength to cut off the blade.
Behind Nangong Teng, the Destruction Guard clone had quietly arrived. He held a short dagger in his hand and cut Nangong Teng's back open in the middle.
Much like an executioner.
"So much nonsense!"
Fang Yue's clone of the Destruction Guard killed Nangong Teng, and blood rained from the sky.
The saint fell, and the whole world mourned!
This is not the first bloody rain today, but it is destined not to be the last!
The magic power of the paper talisman was exhausted, and it turned into ashes and was annihilated in the vast sea of thunder.
Fang Yue stepped on Nangong Teng's body and looked at Nalan Hongchen.
"Fang Yue, you!"
Nalan Hongchen couldn't help being shocked and angry. He had spent so much effort, but now even his character had collapsed. Nangong Teng was killed without even using a single move!
"What am I? Thank you Lord Nalan for diverting most of Nangong Teng's attention so that I could take advantage of him. Otherwise, how could a strong man in the saint realm be so easily approached!"
Fang Yue chuckled and looked at Nalan Hongchen.
All the credit for this must still be placed on Nalan Hongchen.
Nalan Hongchen naturally understood what Fang Yue meant.
He was using the topic to belittle Nalan Hongchen's majesty.
Nalan Hongchen was speechless, he knew that he had indeed done something wrong.
He was too anxious. In fact, even if Nangong Teng didn't take advantage of him, he would fight Fang Yue with all his strength for his own protection.
His own threat made Nangong Teng confused and unprepared for a moment, so he was assassinated by Fang Yue's Destruction Guard clone.
The pouring rain of blood poured over Nalan Hongchen's body. He allowed the smelly blood to slowly flow down his cheeks without using any means to protect him!
This is teaching him a lesson.
Leave a lasting memory.
His impatience caused the Nalan family to bury a guest minister in the saint realm, and his death was worthless and meaningless.
No, it’s not meaningless!
Beside Fang Yue, the Destruction Guard clone suddenly broke through!
His realm has risen again, reaching the peak of the ninth level of the Earth Realm!
He is only half a step away from reaching the level of a saint.
And Nalan Hongchen understood that Fang Yue had killed two saints in a row, and the body of the clone that destroyed the guard had accumulated enough power.
What he is waiting for is the moment when his realm becomes stable and he turns from his cocoon into a butterfly!
Thunder roared and lightning flashed across the sky.
The afterglow of thunder illuminated Fang Yue's cheek.
In the pouring rain of blood, Fang Yue's indifferent face was somewhat familiar, but also very strange!
All this was done by Fang Yue, and he was the initial beneficiary of this war!
"Lord Nalan Hongchen has ordered that no one from the Nalan family can retreat even half an inch!"
"Ah! This calamity is so powerful, I can't bear it anymore..."
"Nalan Hongchen, you are the eternal sinner of the Nalan family..."
Roaring, cursing, hoarse.
However, Nalan Hongchen was unmoved.
This is the price of losing his bet.
Now, there is no saint under his command who is willing to take action for him, risking his life and stepping into the endless catastrophe to kill Fang Yue.
Nangong Teng is a lesson learned from the past. A terrible enemy and an indifferent master.
This is the reason why they are disheartened and alienated.
As for the disciples and elders of the Nalan family, they were all reduced to ashes under the thunder.
Almost tens of thousands of people died in it.
If they scattered and fled, Fang Yue would never be able to pursue them by himself.
However, Nalan Hongchen had made a promise before. As long as Fang Yue dared to go deep into the Nalan family's camp, the disciples of the Nalan family would never retreat even a little!
This is a cocoon made by Nalan Hongchen himself, but it is the cocoon that binds many disciples of the Nalan family!
"This Fang Yue is probably the Son of God of the Temple of Life. Otherwise, how could he possibly achieve this at the early stage of the Reincarnation Realm!" Yuan Qing became more and more certain about Fang Yue's identity as the Son of God of the Temple of Life. Fang Yue's level is too low.
, and the means are seriously inconsistent with his realm.
This is no longer a matter of genius committing evil, but Fang Yue's appearance has completely broken their common sense and concepts.
At the level of the Rotation Realm, he has already killed two Saint Realm beings, and he killed two people in a row in one day. There is absolutely no element of opportunism.
Now, in the hearts of many big guys, Fang Yue has been completely included in the saint-level combat power level.
In their eyes, all levels of cultivation in the Reincarnation Realm are just disguises.
The thunder around Fang Yue was quickly annihilated, and the sky street would eventually be exhausted.
The calamity clouds in the sky dispersed, and wisps of sunlight fell through the clouds.
Nalan Hongchen's eyes suddenly opened suddenly, and wisps of golden light shone down.
That's it!
Nalan Hongchen has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. The clouds of tribulation have dispersed and Fang Yue has just completed his tribulation. This moment is when he is the strongest and at the same time the weakest.
The prosperity will be worse than the decline, but the prosperity will be better than the decline.
Dozens of leader-level assassins from the Nalan family who had been dormant around Fang Yue all took action at the same time, and wisps of sword light murderous intent were forced towards Fang Yue. All positions were sealed, and Fang Yue had nowhere to escape.
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"Fang Yue, you are dead this time. I have arranged for thirty-six peak leader-level elders from the Nalan family to take a drop of medium divine power. The divine power in their bodies will burn at the same time, and they can explode with a power no less than
The combat power of the Saint Realm level is combined to form the Thirty-Six Tiangang Sword Formation. Even a strong man at the seventh or eighth level of the Saint Realm will be unable to fly when encountering this formation."
Nalan Hongchen finally made up his mind.
This is a carefully planned backhand.
He has never appeared in front of others in the Thirty-six Tiangang Sword Formation, just to kill with one strike and cut off a saint to establish his authority.
Today, the saint has not encountered any opponents.
Instead, it was used on Fang Yue, but Nalan Hongchen didn't feel disadvantaged at all.
Because if Fang Yue were allowed to grow up smoothly, the disaster he would cause would probably be more terrifying than that of an ordinary saint.
This was a killing move that he carefully prepared, aiming to kill with one strike.
Fang Yue stood in the Thirty-Six Tiangang Sword Formation, looking at Nalan Hongchen with a half-smile.
"Master Nalan, you really think highly of me, and you keep arranging such people for me."
Nalan Hongchen saw Fang Yue's smile, and the more he looked at it, the more disgusted he felt.
Because every time he saw Fang Yue's smile like this, he felt a strong sense of uneasiness and uneasiness in his heart.
It seemed that he had missed something again and fell into Fang Yue's trap.
"Fang Yue, don't bluff, you are doomed this time, you are definitely dead!"
Nalan Hongchen encouraged himself. The more he spoke, the more guilty he became.
Every time he was so determined, he would definitely get a slap in the face from Fang Yue.
"Thirty-six drops of medium-level divine power! Tsk tsk, this Nalan family is indeed a big family, with a big family and a big business, which is enviable!"
While speaking, Fang Yue had already begun to try to break through. He pressed the seal with his hand, and the newly clear sky changed into a bright starry sky.
Diamond-like stars shine dazzlingly under the dark blue curtain.
"Under the starry sky, everything is a prison for you and me! This world is a prison, and all the worlds are prisons!"
Fang Yue's spell was extremely weird. When he chanted it, it caused the stars to fall from the sky.
A piece of parchment fluttered out of Fang Yue's storage bag.
The words "Ancient Relics 2" are clearly written on the front of this piece of parchment.
The atmosphere of antiquity, simplicity, and vicissitudes of life exudes from the parchment.
When any spiritual thoughts come into contact, you will feel as if you are in the vast ocean of time and space.
Thousands of years of spring and autumn are just the blink of an eye, and the vicissitudes of life are just the narration of a breath.
"This is Lord Ulla's breath!"
In the First City of Tianlu, Ma Qi paid homage and his figure froze, as if he had met that legendary existence again after hundreds of millions of years!
"Lord Ula's method of staying! This is his authentic work!"
For the first time, Anzun Rob's indifferent face had a shy smile.
The sky is full of stars, instilled on the parchment.
The parchment turned into a desolate back.
In the hazy back and endless chaos, no one can see through his outline.
The strands of hair are fluttering in the wind, as if they were created by nature, and are extremely smooth, giving people an indescribable sense of beauty.
Thirty-six powerful leaders of the Nalan family were silent behind that figure.
It's not that they want to rebel, but that figure on the back seems to have a supreme majesty that makes people have to surrender.
Bang! With a bang, the bodies of the thirty-six top leaders of the Nalan family exploded into clouds of blood mist.
The blood mist floated around and was absorbed by the arrogant back, leaving no trace at all.
"Calamity! Life!"
From his back, he sighed four elusive words.
The next moment, Nalan Hongchen's eyes were bloodshot.
These thirty-six leader-level experts were carefully prepared by him, and Nalan Hongchen put countless efforts into them.
I thought that with their hands, I could kill at least a few saints.
Unexpectedly, they didn't even have a chance to take action before they were all killed by this inexplicable figure.
Nalan Hongchen felt extremely aggrieved. This aggrievedness could no longer be suppressed at this moment.
"Ula, I know that you once left a great reputation and invincible orthodoxy in this first city on the heavenly road, but your era has completely passed! Now, the universe has arrived on the other side, and this first city on the heavenly road will inevitably
To fall into their arms is destiny and fortune! For countless years, your true self has been reduced to ashes. Since you are dead, why bother interfering with the reincarnation of future generations! Don’t think that relying on a piece of parchment
, with a ray of spiritual thought, you can pretend to be gods and ghosts, shocking an era! You killed the thirty-six elders of my Nalan family, and I will make you pay with blood!"
Nalan Hongchen was absolutely crazy, he roared at Wula's back.
"Nalan Hongchen, you are so rude! Who are you, how dare you yell at Lord Wula like this!"
Ma Qi followed Ula all his life and fought in all directions. In Ma Qi's eyes and heart, this Lord Ula is a supreme god!