At this time, the sun was shining at noon, the scorching sun was scorching the earth, and the trees between the peaks were wilting.

Countless crowds of people rushed towards the nine hundred peaks of the Flying Snow Sword Pavilion, the nine hundred peaks of the Flying Snow Sword Pavilion were very strange, and they were covered in silver on the peaks, but the sun was shining in the air, but the snow did not melt at all.

On the Duel Divine Platform on top of the nine hundred peaks, the eyes of countless people were all focused on the two people on the Divine Platform.

Ning Chuan participated in the resurrection of the Moving Mountain Saint, and also fought with the Saint at the beginning, although later people speculated that Ning Chuan might have some way to improve his cultivation, but it was just a guess.

And he also stood in the third place on the god list, and in the first war, he almost shot and killed the Holy Spirit of the Holy Fire Clan.

And the Holy Flame Clan, the pride of the heavens, has the cultivation resources that countless monks dream of, and it is said that this Saint Wudao has been hidden by the Holy Fire Clan, but there are also rumors that the Saint Wudao has fought with the pride of the heavens of the top five forces.

The sun fell and shone on Saint Wudao's body, and his long fiery red hair flew casually behind him, and a fiery red armor shimmered red under the bright sun, and a spear in his hand pierced the heavens and the earth.

He looked at Ning Chuan with both eyes, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness, and he flew with a chilling killing aura.

Ning Chuan on the other side looked mediocre, but no one would look at him like this, and any of Ning Chuan's affairs would be shocking.

At this time, Ning Chuan's eyes drooped and kept looking at the god platform under his feet, this god platform should be made of cyan boulders, but because of the excessive blood, the cyan boulder became dark.

He held a black and white long sword in his hand, and the sword on the long sword spewed out, killing intent wanton, making the countless plants and trees in the mountains low.

The countless killing intent between the two was intertwined, and the person standing close only felt that the whole person felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Click!

Around the two of them, there was a crackling sound in the void from time to time, and the surrounding mountains could not withstand the killing intent of the two, the mountains cracked, and the grass and trees flew upside down.

Everyone around was amazed, the two had not yet fought each other, and the collision of killing intent was so terrifying.

Countless beasts between the peaks flew into the distance, and the surrounding people retreated again and again, the killing intent of the two was secretly clashing, and some of the beasts that had not had time to escape collapsed and were directly crushed into pulp.

"These two people can really be regarded as the pride of the sky, just the killing intent of the two of them is so terrifying!"

"You don't look at who these two people are, one is the third on the god list, and the other is the pride of the sky of the Holy Fire Clan, even if it is a true god cultivator, he can fight the gods!"

"Wave Kill!"

At this moment, the voice of the Holy Dao came from his mouth, and a long roar shook the earth, and countless killing intents finally converged like a wind and clouds.

I saw that the whole body of Saint Wudao was fiery red, like a divine flame that soared into the sky, and the spear in his hand slashed hard towards the front.

I saw a piece of fiery red waves appear from behind the Holy Dao, with a scorching feeling, burning the mountains and melting the heavens and the earth.

The tide was higher than the other, and between Shengwudao and Ningchuan eventually became a large sea of void fire, and the sea of fire was surging forward in the tumbling sea.

The entire heaven and earth seemed to have been burned and collapsed, the void was shattered, the heavens and the earth were overturned, and the white snow that even Gao Yang could not melt on the peaks of the Flying Snow Sword Pavilion also turned into snow in this sea of fire.

The fiery red waves flooded everything, sweeping away all obstacles, and countless seas of fire rolled and rushed towards Ningchuan.

This is the supreme magic of the Holy Fire Clan, which can connect the countless spiritual powers around it and turn them into oceans, and in the end, the scope of the sea of fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the range of spiritual power burning is also getting bigger and bigger.

Every big wave in this huge sea of fire is like a big hand, slapping towards the front, and each wave is more ferocious than the previous one.

The surrounding people were shocked in their hearts, such a terrifying spell can only be possessed by the kind of inheritance of the top ten forces, and this kind of spell pays attention to borrowing the power of heaven and earth, so it can also be said that the sea of fire is endless.

Rumble!

Ning Chuan went head-on against the sea of fire, countless seas of fire were filled with endless flame aura, and a huge Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram suddenly appeared behind him.

In the confluence of the yin and yang poles, the misty chaotic air flow looms, as if opening the heavens and the earth, and the silver-white electric sound is intertwined and flickering around the Taiji diagram.

"Kill!"

Ning Chuan went upstream, and Saint Wudao stepped on the endless sea of fire with an incomparable killing intent, like a flame venerable resurrected in the flames, with the monstrous sea of fire behind him, he struck forward.

"Ning Chuan! I will definitely kill you today!"

The voice of the saint Wudao full of murderous intent came from the sea of fire, and his eyes were breathtaking and moving.

Saint Wudao stepped on the sea of fire from above, and the spear in his hand stabbed straight towards Ning Chuan, and the surrounding void made a clicking sound.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would definitely despair in the face of such a sea of fire, and that endless sea of fire made everyone despair.

A golden divine flame also rose from Ning Chuan's body, and a golden light shot out from the endless sea of fire, shooting directly towards the sky, and the surrounding sea of fire avoided.

This is the divine flame formed by Ning Chuan's own flesh and blood, and the golden divine flame is not different from the sea of fire of the Holy Dao.

The sea of fire of the Holy Dao was formed by magic powers, and although Ning Chuan's golden divine flame was also formed by the art of force, it was completely formed by the convergence of the qi and blood of Ning Chuan's flesh and blood.

It's like when a cultivator reaches the peak of the God King, his own qi and blood will reach a peak state, and this qi and blood will eventually become a pillar of qi and blood that will go straight to the sky.

The golden divine flame turned into a sharp sword, and slashed towards the huge sea of fire, only to see that the sea of fire was instantly split in half.

In an instant, Ning Chuan's figure moved, rushing into the sea of fire like a phantom, and quickly approached the body of Saint Wudao.

At this time, Sheng Wudao's face changed as he looked at Ning Chuan, his mouth roared again and again, and huge fiery red flowers bloomed in the endless sea of fire.

Each petal of the sparkling red flower was as sharp as a blade, slashing towards the surrounding area.

"Ahh

Saint Wudao stood on top of a large fiery red petal, and behind him was indeed Ning Chuan, and at this time, a drop of bright red blood was dripping from Ning Chuan's black and white long sword.

And a small wound was torn open on Sheng Wudao's right arm, Sheng Wudao looked down at the wound on his arm, looked at Ning Chuan with trembling eyes, and said with a grin at the corner of his mouth: "This is the second time you have hurt me, I won't let the third time happen!"

At this time, the body of the Saint Wudao underwent a huge change, and I saw that the intertwined lines on the halberd in the hand of the Saint Wudao continued to light up, and finally became a reddish halberd, and the position of the halberd head of the halberd flashed with a silver-white luster, but there was a touch of red on top of this silver-white luster.

This red glow was not formed by some Saint Wudao's own magical powers, but a touch of bright red blood.

Someone in the crowd recognized what the blood was.

"Saint's blood!How is this possible?"

"That's right, the killing intent conceived in the blood makes the stars tremble, it must be the blood of the saint is not wrong!"

I saw that the saint Wudao was holding the halberd in his hand, and a brilliant red glow shot out during the wave, causing the entire sea of fire to vibrate violently, and the entire void was filled with infinite killing intent, which was the killing intent in the blood of the saint.

That drop of blood was filled with infinite killing intent, like the gate of hell being opened, filled with the wails of infinite beings, the nine hundred peaks were constantly shaking, and the birds and beasts between the mountains and forests had already dispersed.

Murderer!

That was the only thought that everyone had when they saw the halberd.

Ao Lie looked at the halberd in Saint Wudao's hand and said, "This is too unfair!

Fox Xiaoji also frowned slightly: "Indeed, with the blood of the saint on the halberd, it is not something that we true gods can compete with!"

The Holy Wudao fully revived the halberd in his hand, this halberd is a famous weapon of the Holy Fire Clan, called the Eight Desolation War Halberd!

Saint Wudao waved the Eight Desolations War Halberd in his hand and swept it down with a terrifying blood-red glow.

The entire heaven and earth were filled with a destructive aura, and between the two of them, it was like a pair of invisible hands tearing hard, and the void of heaven and earth was like a picture scroll, torn in half by force.

Ning Chuan's complexion changed, the Eight Desolation War Halberds themselves were forged from Chaos Meteoric Iron, so the whole body showed a pitch-black color, and the dense blood-red Dao patterns on it were carved by the countless ancestors of the Holy Fire Clan.

Each pattern exuded a terrifying killing intention, and the most important thing was that the drop of saint blood at the top of the Eight Desolations War Halberd was the most terrifying.

You must know that the saint is standing at the top of the entire universe, not to mention a drop of blood, even if it is a hair, a breath contains infinite killing intent.

Ordinary cultivators couldn't bear it at all, not to mention that this drop was still the essence blood in the saint's body, and they didn't know that the Holy Fire Clan got it.

Ning Chuan's black and white long sword hurriedly blocked in front of him, and the sonorous sound shook through the void, and countless clouds in the air were scattered.

Rumble!

The black and red war halberd was like a peerless tiger, devouring Ning Chuan with scarlet eyes.

The black and white long sword in Ning Chuan's hand was formed by the convergence of the Dao of Life and Death, if it were an ordinary weapon, it would have already been shattered under the Eight Desolation War Halberd.

At this time, the long red hair of Saint Wudao was flying, and the Eight Desolation War Halberd in his hand was swept away, stabbing straight towards Ning Chuan, and a little cold light exploded.

Rumble!

The fiery red divine flame and the golden divine flame between the two were intertwined, and the divine platform shook violently, and countless gravel fell from the divine platform.