The cold wind howled, and there was silence between heaven and earth.
No matter the monks around the ruins or the eight saints who were vaguely united, they did not expect that Yang Jian would be so decisive. He was not willing to say any nonsense and was about to start a war.
They really don't want anyone to ride on top of them for no reason, but they just start a war...
Someone's eyes flickered, flickering on and off.
Everyone, since everyone has made their swords and guns clear, why should you hesitate?
boom……
At this moment, Ji Chen, the saint of the Taiyin Ancient Sect, spoke. His whole body was shrouded in thick fog. The rolling sound waves spread in all directions, the surging momentum rose, and a holy weapon wheel flew out of the sea of suffering.
, exuding a strong lunar energy.
Jiejie, after sleeping for two thousand years, the old God-killing Sword has not drank blood for a long time. The Saint of the First Demon Sect burst into the sky with blood. Jiejie sneered, and took out a bloody holy sword with so much evil energy that the strong bloody aura spread out.
Come, let people feel like they are in a vast ocean of blood.
Alas. Li Tianfeng, the old sage from the Hall of the Human King, looked at the expressionless Yang Jian. His lips moved slightly, wanting to say something. When the words reached his lips, they turned into a long sigh. He took out a seal of the human master with his backhand and stood ready.
Offended. Nie Lingyun, the saint of Guanghan Palace, confessed to Yang Jian. With a thought, thousands of clear lights emitted from the top of his head, and a sacred moon palace hidden in the boundless mist loomed, spreading boundless holy light.
boom……
At the same time, the remaining saints did not hesitate anymore and took out their own holy weapons.
Regardless of whether they were willing to make Yang Jian their enemy from the bottom of their hearts, at this point, they had no choice.
People must learn to stand in line.
Now that the choice has been made, there is no way back.
Boom...the eight saints and the eight holy soldiers, swallowing up countless divine machines, are like eight ancient gods and demons who stand tall on the sky. Their terrifying power almost pokes eight holes in the sky, and the fierce energy machines shatter the boundless heavy clouds.
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In order to avoid hurting innocent people, they fought outside the territory. Facing the overwhelming power of the eight saints, Yang Jian's mood was as calm as ever, without any disturbance.
He spoke calmly, walked in the void with a three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand, and headed out of the Ziwei Star Territory in one step.
The fight between the Three Immortal Kings is enough to shake the void and tear apart mountains. Not to mention that this is a battle between the Nine Saints. I am afraid that the entire Divine Continent will be reduced to rubble by them.
Boom... Seeing this, the eight saints did not hesitate, soared into the sky and followed Yang Jian towards the starry sky.
Whoosh... Below, dozens of rainbow lights rose from a group of monks, following the saints. The lowest among these people were powerful men from the second level of the Immortal Platform. Only they could barely follow and watch the battle. As for the others,
People don't have this chance anymore. Even if it happened in the past, I'm afraid their battle would be over before they even get there.
At the same time, in the starry sky, the war has begun.
Without any scruples, Yang Jian no longer hesitated. The three-pointed two-edged sword slashed towards the eight saints like a silver dragon. The unparalleled sword light spread across the starry sky, tearing apart the void layer after layer.
Boom... Li Tianfeng and others were startled by Yang Jian's decisiveness, but they were experienced after all. Each held a holy weapon and rushed forward. The violent energy filled the starry sky and collided with the three-pointed two-edged sword.
Together.
Bang...a deafening explosion resounded across the starry sky, and the nine people instantly fought together.
Boom boom boom...
The Seal of the Human Lord suppressed Liuhe, the God-killing Sword shattered the nebula, the lunar and moon wheels cut through time and space, the Moon Palace Divine Palace and the Morning Star collided, the Seal of Immortality broke Xumi, the Heavenly Demon Treasure Staff collapsed the world, and the Seal of the Divine Lord shook the heavens.
A total of seven saints held holy weapons and attacked Yang Jian from all directions. Each holy weapon could collapse the boundless starry sky. At this time, they all blasted down towards him, and the towering pressure squeezed the void.
When we are together, our desires become stagnant.
And all around, the saint Jiao Tongshen of Poseidon Island was holding the Jiao Shen Bow, the handed down holy weapon of Poseidon Island, and from time to time he fired a cold arrow, piercing the river of time and space, and killing Yang Jian.
Suddenly, there were extremely powerful attacks from all directions in the sky and on the ground, leaving no gaps.
However, facing this situation that is certain to die for any saint, Yang Jian behaved calmly and waved a three-pointed two-edged sword in the air, drawing out the shadow of the sword all over the sky, like a river of stars pouring down, and chaos filled the air.
All attacks are blocked.
Within a hundred meters around him, all voids were like eternity, time and space, reincarnation, cause and effect, destiny... everything was suppressed without any interference.
Yang Jian's face was calm and free and easy. As he turned his right hand, he was sweeping or chopping, poking or whittling, cutting or picking. He danced the three-pointed two-edged sword with ecstasy. The starry sky was filled with endless sword energy, and he suddenly wanted to melt it.
A world of swordsmanship.
It only took a dozen breaths for Li Tianfeng and others to go from being confident of victory at the beginning, to being frightened and doubtful, to looking solemn.
Generally speaking, when saints fight, the winner can be determined in an instant, because at their level, no skills or experience are worthy of praise.
Because every saint climbed up by stepping on endless blood and bones. Even Yang Jian, in the world of Lotus Lantern, killed countless monsters and monsters before reaching today.
Each saint's combat experience is top-notch, which is destined. When they fight, they can decide the winner in an instant based only on their strength, understanding of the principles of Tao, and their realm of confrontation.
However, at this moment, under the full siege of the Eight Saints, Yang Jianfeng calmly received all the attacks one by one, without any pressure, just like ordinary people drinking water and eating.
This miraculous scene made the eight saints feel bad. How strong should Yang Jian be if he could survive the full siege of the eight of them?
Could it be that they are on the wrong team this time?
The eight saints' hearts were filled with ups and downs, unable to calm down. The Ziwei star monk who stood a hundred thousand miles away was even more horrified and unable to restrain himself.
Gudong... Am I right? Saint Yang Jian, with one against eight, didn't lose at all, and he didn't even seem to use all his strength?
Am I dreaming again? There have been no saints in Ziwei Star for thousands of years, but nine saints appeared one after another today. Now, there is this dream-like war. Is this still the world I know?
This time, Ziwei is really going to cause a sensation. The saint can already be called the master of Ziwei Star. Now the most powerful saint has appeared. From now on, on Ziwei Star, Saint Yang Jian will be the leader.
Respected.
In the starry sky, these unparalleled sects and holy masters, who to ordinary people looked like they were sitting upright for nine days, overlooking billions of sentient beings, could no longer maintain their grace at this time, and were extremely shocked by this battle.
Ziwei, things are going to change. In the crowd, the two accomplished kings, Master Xuangui and Tianlang Demon God, looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Boom... The aftermath of the fierce and terrifying battle flattened the starry sky with a radius of tens of thousands of miles. Meteorites shattered and the starry sky collapsed. In this violent battle, nothing could resist, and everything was destroyed.
Except for the nine saints who were fighting, the void there had been sealed by them, as if it had been cut directly from the universe without being interfered by anything else.
It's time for you to take action. The three-pointed two-edged sword flew up and down, flattening the chaotic starry sky, but Yang Jian's thoughts wandered to the stars below.
From the beginning to the end, he never paid attention to the Eight Great Saints.
Everyone thought that he was in the realm of the Four Immortal Saints, but the peak of the middle stage of the Golden Immortal was actually equivalent to the peak of the Saint King that covers the universe.
The difference between Immortal Four and Immortal Five is a world of difference.
Not to mention that there are only eight saints at this time, even if eight more saints come, he will be happy and not afraid. They will die as many as they come.
The reason why he and the eight great saints were stalemate here was to bring out the last saint ancestor of the Golden Crow tribe.
He had already decided on this when the old man in gray clothes reported the Immortal Fusang Sacred Tree to him.
