A strong sound of breaking wind swept over, and then the two powerful streams of light came in the blink of an eye, appearing on the sea of clouds flowing down the river.
At the same time, the terrifying pressure spread like a wave around the entire sea of clouds.
The many monks who were originally attracted by the movement in the sea of clouds all changed their faces under this terrifying pressure. They were suppressed until their bodies became stiff and their faces turned pale.
What's more, some guys who were not very well-educated, although they were far enough away, were still suppressed and spit out a mouthful of blood, and kept retreating away from the two silhouettes that suddenly arrived.
The stream of light faded away, revealing two figures. One of them was a man wearing a star-studded feather coat. Although his face was a little pale, it still couldn't hide his handsomeness.
The other man had a very ordinary appearance and a slender figure. He was carrying a sword box as long as his body and had an indifferent expression.
These two people were Shenyou and Jianluo who were attracted by the strange behavior of the sea of clouds.
"They are two powerful men in the Great Freedom Realm!"
Everyone around them looked wary and couldn't help but retreat a distance, looking at Shenyou and Jianluo with vigilance.
"What a powerful magical power!"
Jian Luo looked around and felt the terrifying sword intent that had not completely dissipated in the sea of clouds. A gleam of light burst out in his indifferent eyes.
Even he felt amazed by the long-lasting sword intent.
"Does anyone know who the person who used magical powers was on this sea of clouds just now?"
Jianluo looked around, and his voice came out calmly, resounding in everyone's hearts like a bell.
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads. One of them, an old man with gray temples, came out, bowed to Jianluo and Shenyou, and said respectfully: "Two adults, we just arrived here, and The person who displays magical powers has not been found here!”
The gray-haired old man looked at Jianluo and Shenyou with even more respect.
He is a discerning person, and the strength of Jianluo and Shenyou is very strong, far exceeding the strength of Qiankun Catastrophe.
Moreover, the appearance of Jianluo and Shenyou is also very obvious, with the head of a human and the body of a snake.
As far as he knew, these characteristics were unique to the Nuwa clan in the Hundred Realms Outside the Boundary.
Whether it is the man carrying the sword box or the man in feathers, they should be the peerless masters in the Nuwa clan. Naturally, he would not dare to offend or neglect such masters.
"Does anyone here know the truth?"
Jian Luo didn't even look at the gray-haired old man, but looked at the others and asked himself.
The old man with gray hair on his temples suddenly looked gloomy when he saw Jian Luo ignoring him so much.
Although he is just a casual cultivator and his background is not as good as Jianluo and Shenyou, he is still the strongest person in the Qiankun Tribulation.
Among this group of monks, he is considered the strongest.
He admitted that Jianluo and Shenyou were stronger than him, but their strength was probably limited.
Everyone has entered the realm of freedom, and at least we should be honest with each other.
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads. The first person to arrive at the sea of clouds was the gray-haired old man. Not even the latter knew about it, let alone them.
Shenyou sighed softly and looked at the monks who shook their heads with eyes full of pity.
He has known Jianluo for so long and knows the latter's temperament very well.
Jian Luo looks upright and kind, but in fact he is very murderous.
If he disagrees with someone, he will draw his sword; if he glares in anger, he will kill someone.
Jianluo's growth history is made up of countless bones and seas of blood.
As the saying goes, one general's achievements are worth thousands of bones, which is the most appropriate way to describe the history of Jianluo's rise.
Jian Luo shook his head after hearing everyone's answers, his eyes full of regret.
The gray-haired old man on the temples noticed that while Jian Luo was shaking his head, the corners of his mouth were tilted up, revealing a secretive smile.
"Since you don't know, you are useless to me! And I always treat useless trash like kill, kill, kill!"
After Jian Luo finished speaking, a terrifying killing intent burst out from his eyes.
Everyone in the audience felt this killing intent, their hearts were horrified and their whole bodies were cold.
"No, run away!"
A monk present finally reacted, he yelled, and then quickly ran away into the distance.
This sentence was like a fuse being lit, and everyone fled in all directions.
"rise!"
Jian Luo's face was expressionless, holding the sword secret in his right hand, and then the sword box behind him slowly opened a gap.
A blazing sword light swept out, and the sword light swept into the distance, splitting into thousands of sword shadows in the blink of an eye.
The sword shadow is like a lotus flower in full bloom, shooting out in all directions.
Wherever the sword shadow passed, no one could survive and they were all killed.
The old man with gray hair on his temples shouted loudly and sacrificed himself to the world of heaven and earth to protect him.
Boom boom boom!
But he found to his disbelief that his universe could not block these strange sword shadows at all.
When these sword shadows fell on his Qiankun world, they regarded the barriers of Qiankun world as nothing and immediately blasted through them.
"No... you... are you the powerful ones of the universe's Dharma?"
When the old man was pierced by sword shadows one after another, his eyes widened and he looked at Jian Luo who was hanging in the distance with a calm expression.
It was a pity that Jian Luo didn't even look at him, or that he didn't take him seriously at all.
The old man laughed miserably, and his consciousness completely fell into darkness.
"receive!"
As soon as Jian Luo withdrew the sword technique in his right hand, the countless sword shadows raging above the sea of clouds were gathered away one after another, turning into a sword light and returning to the sword box.
In the sea of clouds, except for Jian Luo and Shen You, all the other monks were killed on the spot.
Shenyou clicked his tongue and looked at Jian Luo with more and more fear. In his eyes, Jian Luo was actually a capricious lunatic.
Even though he is an old friend who has been with him for many years, sometimes it is difficult to understand the latter's thoughts and ideas.
"Brother Jianluo, we can definitely follow the traces of that person's departure!"
Shenyou looked towards the direction where Zhuo Wen's divine ship was escaping, and suggested softly.
Jian Luo shook his head and sneered: "There is a powerful formation master beside this person. I just checked it with my spiritual sense, and the traces have long been erased, and many formations and traps have been set up.
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"If we follow the traces, we will be in trouble! Speaking of which, this guy is really cunning! I really want to see what this person is like!"
Shenyou curled his lips, he knew that if the guy who used the magical power really saw Jian Luo, he would be really in trouble.
Time gradually passed, and the divine ship was still heading south, and Zhuo Wen sat cross-legged on the bow deck every day.
After all, the magical power is something he has just created on his own, so there will inevitably be some loopholes and unfamiliarity.
Zhuo Wen practiced and revised repeatedly during this period, making the power of life and death more powerful and perfect.
At the same time, the divine ship finally arrived at Nuwa's realm.