When Mu Yueyue was in danger, Murong Wan struck through the air with a sword. As soon as the vast source of power exploded, a terrifying pressure swept across the nine heavens and ten places. The sword light struck down, and the ax light offensive immediately disappeared without a trace.
"Um?"
Fan Qixiao's pupils shrank suddenly. When did the Xuantian Realm have such an extremely powerful person? He had never heard of it.
In his perception, although the white-clothed figure was only at the Star Lord level, it gave him a fatal sense of threat. That feeling was several times stronger than that of Bi Ye, Ao Wujiang and others?
"It's okay, it's okay!"
Bi Ye had just stabilized his body, and when he saw this scene, he was convinced that as long as those two people arrived, there would be no more surprises in today's battle.
"Thank you!"
On the other side, Mu Yueyue narrowly escaped death, and her heart was filled with excitement. She wanted to say thank you to Murong Wan, but found that her voice was hoarse and could not be heard.
Just when she was at a loss, a terrifying suction force came from the side, dragging her directly away from the place and floating to a calm void behind her to the right.
When she calmed down, she saw a man in black robe standing proudly in the sky not far away, looking at her with concern.
Also involved with him were naturally the seven powerful men from the Thunder God's Court who had been severely injured.
"Thank you Mr. Zhong!"
Mu Yueyue said weakly, as if she couldn't even stand firm in the air.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The seven old men endured the severe pain and saluted the black-robed young man with clasped fists as respectfully as possible.
"How can you be brave when your life is in danger at every turn on the battlefield?"
Zhong Zihao scolded Mu Yueyue with a straight face, and then comforted him: "Your injuries are not serious, so don't worry about it here. Go back and heal first."
After saying this, without waiting for anyone to reply, he waved his sleeves and sent the eight people directly into the Taichu Realm.
Immediately, I saw him spread his fingers, and suddenly stretched out his left palm, spreading out a layer of gray energy fluctuations, and the starry sky for hundreds of thousands of miles around seemed to have undergone subtle changes.
Now that Zhong Zihao has arrived, he will naturally not let Fan Qixiao and others escape. He immediately uses the power of space to seal off the world. And with Murong Wan joining, he does not need to continue to intervene.
"Meet the Lord!"
Taking advantage of the confrontation between Murong Wan and Fan Qixiao, Bi Ye's body and limbs swung to her side and transformed into a human form.
Bi Yeshi didn't know where to go. Fan Qixiao was supposed to be his opponent, but now he was stopped by Murong Wan. It would be inappropriate to retreat directly. If he went to help, he was afraid of making the other party unhappy.
"No need to worry, you go and help Ao Wujiang and Jialou Baijue!"
Zhong Zihao's soul power was slightly released, and all the situations on the field were reflected in his mind. Although the two clan leaders had the upper hand, it would be quite difficult to defeat their opponents.
Especially Ao Wujiang, without the unparalleled speed to rely on, Kun Luo might escape.
Of course, now that this world has been blocked by layers of space forces, there is no need to worry about that happening.
"yes!"
Naturally, Bi Ye would not object, but he was still a little curious in his heart. Why did the Lord have so much confidence in Murong Wan?
Although he firmly believed that Murong Wan was more powerful than him, he had fought against Fan Qixiao before and knew that the latter was by no means an easy person to deal with and was extremely difficult to deal with.
In the battlefield at this time, when the powerful men of Xuantian Realm saw the Lord Monarch coming, they all looked excited, as if they had taken a big tonic pill, and their combat power seemed to have risen to a higher level.
Especially the strong men of the demon clan, each of them transformed into their own bodies and erupted with power that shook the stars. When the heaven and earth were overturned, the strong wind in space had already annihilated the starry sky, leaving only a huge giant creature shuttled through it, swaying vertically and horizontally.
On the other side, the powerful men of Fuyao Shrine were all despairing.
But they are not ordinary warriors. Knowing that there is no hope of escape, they instead stimulated their own potential, making the battle more intense.
This is especially true for the three star kings Fan Qixiao, Beicheng and Kunluo. That one is capable of killing dozens of star kings with his own strength.
Without the arrival of the Lord of the God-King of the Demon-Suppressing Shrine to turn the tide of the battle, they would not even be able to think about escaping.
Regrets were useless, Fan Qixiao instead risked everything and took the initiative to attack Murong Wan, shouting loudly: "It is rumored that there is a descendant of the Murong family who has integrated the inheritance of the Litian Sword Master, so let me do it
Meet you for a while!"
"Tsk... click!"
A ray of ax light suddenly bloomed, and Fan Qixiao's attack this time was twice as powerful as when he faced Bi Ye. Wherever the ax light passed, there was a terrifying momentum that penetrated the rainbow and annihilated the world.
"snort!"
Murong Wan's eyes were as cold as the cold wind in the sky, and the blue light in her beautiful eyes rose in the cold snort. With a light step, her whole body soared into the sky like a fleeting shadow, and her aura increased by three points.
"Sword formation, rise!"
As her clear voice slowly spread, the mountains and rivers turned upside down in an instant, the sun and the moon retreated, and a destructive wave surged out of her body like an arctic cold wind.
Her weak body was seen twisting and turning, like a nine-day fairy dancing in the air, and a wave of earth-shaking waves burst out from the Water Singing Sword, sweeping across the endless wilderness.
"Hula... boom!"
An extremely low sword sound resounded, and she seemed to have just struck out with a sword in an understatement!
However, the fluctuation caused by this sword is like a rolling river rushing out of the sea, or like a general holding a long sword and rushing towards thousands of troops with a tragic momentum that will never return.
"Crack...boom boom boom!"
Just like two meteorites colliding in the sky, the world fell into a brief darkness, and only the biting wind rolled back crazily. The vast and majestic pressure made the strong men fighting in the distance tremble with fear.
"Huh...huh!"
The dark curtain dissipated, and the two powerful men were still facing each other hundreds of miles apart, as if they had never touched each other. However, Murong Wan still had the same calm expression, and there was no wave in his eyes.
Fan Qixiao's steps were still shaking slightly, and he heard a dull hum.
It was obvious that even though this was only one move, the strength of the two men was clearly comparable.
After all, Murong Wan is an innate water spirit body, and she has also practiced the inheritance of the Litian Sword Saint, who was the first person under the God King at that time, and has always had the ability to cross-level combat power that makes the world's strongest. It seems that this battle has been destined for a long time.
result.
Zhong Zihao nodded slightly, and after feeling relieved, he stopped paying attention to the two of them and focused on the overall situation.
…
In an unknown starry sky, two old men were sitting cross-legged. They looked like ordinary old men, with ordinary appearances and no breath at all.
However, the two of them were able to remain motionless in the raging winds of space. Moreover, within a hundred thousand miles around them, the energy of heaven and earth was completely rejected, which was extremely miraculous.
"Ming Luo, what do you think of the news from Fan Qixiao?"
Suddenly, the old man in a golden robe asked. There seemed to be brilliance flowing in his golden robe, and mysterious fluctuations bloomed like obscure runes.
"Jin Yan, this is not like your character. All the God Kings are ants. As far as I know, you don't care about the life and death of those people. Now that there is an undercurrent surging in the Taixu Realm, it is important to condense the God King's clone as soon as possible.
It’s urgent!”
As the other old man spoke, two tiny wisps of black light escaped from his eyes, wandered around in front of him, and turned into a hazy black mist, wrapping him in it.
"Brother Mingluo is right!"
The old man known as "Jin Yan" chuckled: "But have you ever thought that if what Fan Qixiao said is true, maybe they will encounter that boy named Zhong. You also know that even the superiors are against that guy.
Very concerned!”
"oh?"
A bright light flashed in Ming Luo's eyes when he heard the words. Amidst the inexplicable aura shock, the black mist shrouded in front of him instantly dissipated. He said with a smile: "After you mentioned it, I remembered it. Could it be that you want to rush there?"
have a look?"
"I do have the idea of going over there and taking a look!" Jin Yan didn't hide it, he nodded and then stopped talking.
"Why, the majestic King Jin Yan would hesitate over such a trivial matter?" Seeing the strange expression on the other party's face, Ming Luo was greatly puzzled and said with a smile.
"To tell you the truth, I would like to invite you to come with me."
Jin Yan looked solemn: "You also know that it is too close to the ancient underworld after all. If the old green dragon is drawn out, it will definitely be a big trouble, so we have to act with caution."
The God King of the Underworld stopped joking and nodded slowly: "Although it is rumored that the old Qinglong will die soon, if he attacks without any scruples, it will be really difficult for you to deal with it with your own strength."
"Forget it, let me accompany you for a while!"
Finally, the face of God King Jin Yan bloomed with joy: "Thank you, Brother Mingluo, for making it possible. Just think that I owe you a favor!"
"It's nothing to worry about such trivial matters. We have an old friendship that goes back hundreds of thousands of years!"
"Brother Mingluo, don't worry. If you gain something this time, I will definitely do my best to help you condense your clone when you come back."