"Do you think self-detonation works?"

Tian sneered mercilessly, without concealing any contempt in his eyes, and mocked: "In this Taixuan Tian, I am the embodiment of the rules. Any rules and regulations are in my hands. If you want to blow yourself up and hurt me, do you have the qualifications?"

Tian smiled ruthlessly, stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers, and pressed forward.

The distance between the two was pulled apart in an instant, and it turned into the end of the world.

Wu Xian's face was iron-blue, and his blue eyes exploded with anger, and at this moment, the eight veins of the strange meridian were all shattered with the breaking of the brown strange long sword.

But the blue eyes of the Wu family are like the second dantian, bursting out with infinite power, reversing time and space in an instant, and suddenly coming to the face of Tian Wurui.

Tian was ruthlessly startled, and shouted: "There are two times, I underestimate you, but it's still useless!"

With one finger of one hand, countless divine swords broke out of the grave from the tomb, and the sword qi formed a huge aura, horizontal in front of him, like an abyss.

And ten thousand swords formed an enchantment and strangled Wu Xian in the past.

Everyone's hearts were dark, and they all felt extremely heavy, in front of them, Wu Xian was about to sacrifice his life for righteousness, a king of the Eight Star Realm, in the face of the ruthlessness of the sky, was he so powerless?

Wu Xian shouted violently and shouted, "Yang Qingxuan!"

Countless blue lights poured into his eyes, and he couldn't control them anymore and began to leak out.

And he is getting farther and farther away from the Heavenly Ruthless, and under the huge sword enchantment, it is impossible to hurt the Heavenly Ruthless.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, the meaning of Wu Xian calling him at this moment was self-evident, it was for him to snatch control of the sword array and send Wu Xian to the face of Tian Ruthless.

But can he do this request?

Sending his father-in-law to death?

"Yang Qingxuan!"

Wu Xian roared again, and his blue eyes stared at him, his eyes full of anger, command, roar, and determination.

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale and became bloodless, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Shi Yan hurriedly said: "Yang Qingxuan, quickly snatch the control of Taixuantian, do you want to let Wu Xian die in vain?!"

Yang Qingxuan was greatly saddened and indignant, the sword mark at the center of his eyebrows flashed, and the terrifying sword intent burst out in an instant, crushing in all directions!

"Heaven is merciless! You damn it!"

Tears welled up in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, and he pinched the sword trick in his hand and went to the sword realm.

Suddenly, the sword realm that was rushing towards Wu Xian suddenly condensed, and the sword barrier protecting in front of Tian Ruthless's body also seemed to be resisted.

Tian Wurui's face sank, and anger flashed between his eyebrows.

It stands to reason that his half-step cultivation in the Thousand Realms should have absolute control over Taixuantian, but why was he frequently interrupted by Yang Qingxuan, a three-star realm king?

I didn't have time to think about it, as Wan Jian was interfered with by Yang Qingxuan.

The spatial rules of Taixuan Heaven were also broken by Wu Xian, and in an instant, he came to the front of Tian Ruthless, and the blue eyes had been urged to the extreme, and the cyan lines on it were dense, and they began to dissolve.

"A world of love. White, too, eyes. Blue, too, eyes. ”

Tian was ruthlessly moved, and his face was full of shock.

The cyan brilliance completely swallowed Wu Xian, turning into a sea of cyan light, sweeping over and swallowing it up.

"Boom!"

The entire Taixuantian shook violently, and countless sword mounds were destroyed and turned into flat ground under the sweep of power.

A huge cyan glow burst across the earth.

The energy is like a bulging packet that pushes in all directions.

Looking down from the star dome, it looks like a huge cyan eye.

"Boom ——"

The huge shocks and energy fluctuations were still roaring in the Taixuan Sword Shrine.

All the warriors looked at the center of the explosion in horror, secretly thinking that the sky was ruthlessly dead?

The self-explosion of the King of the Eight Star Realms, even if it is a half-step Thousand Realms, should not be able to withstand it, right?

The cyan energy slowly sank into the earth, and the turmoil subsided little by little.

Shi Yan felt inexplicably sad in her heart, the comrades-in-arms who fought side by side passed away like this, maybe this battle is the end of her comrades-in-arms, and it is also the end of herself?

In the previous two battle-breaking battles, Shi Yan and Wu Xian were already half exhausted, and I am afraid that there is no way to resist the ruthlessness of the sky except for self-explosion.

Shi Yan's eyes were hot, and he forcibly suppressed his tears, and suddenly felt something, looked up suddenly, and exclaimed: "Yang Qingxuan?!"

I saw that in the sky above the cyan brilliance, countless destroyed sword souls condensed out again.

Thousands of handles, ten thousand handles, ten million handles, all over the place, standing on the heavenly dome.

And in the center of all the sword souls, Yang Qingxuan stood awe-inspiringly, his robe floating behind him with his long hair, and there was no expression on his face.

Yang Qingxuan's hands turned into circles, and those destroyed sword souls condensed out again.

And inside the sword mound, ten thousand swords sensed, and the divine sword that was thousands of miles away also trembled violently, and a handle broke out of the grave and flew towards Yang Qingxuan, lingering around it, in the sky.

"It's ......"

All the martial cultivators looked at it in surprise.

In Yang Qingxuan's empty eyes, two golden rays suddenly burst out, penetrating the chaotic green mangs and dust smoke, and roared angrily: "The sky is ruthless!

The sword mark at the center of the eyebrows suddenly turned into a golden rune, like a star in the sky, shooting out an infinite glow.

Under Yang Qingxuan's sword technique, all the swords turned into a boundless sea of swords, and the sword rain, like that angry emotion, fell from the void.

"Bang! bang——"

The boundless sword rain fell, and the entire Taixuantian shook violently.

There are many more sword souls pouring in from all directions, endlessly, endlessly.

Under Yang Qingxuan's sword intent, they want to smash this starry sky and earth, and smash the sun and moon from the past and present.

"It's so strong! Without the blood of the Yang family, can't you control this Taixuan Sword Shrine after all?"

In the center of the sea of swords, a yellow light emerged, from about half a foot, it instantly turned into the size of ten zhang, blocking all the sword qi from the outside.

"Wow! the sky is merciless......"

Shi Yan and the others all gasped, and within the yellow and glorious enchantment, the sky stood mercilessly, half of his body was traumatized by Wu Xian, and blood was also flowing from his face.

A pair of cold and ruthless eyes stared at Yang Qingxuan.

The yellow enchantment that spread out from the surrounding body stood unshaken in the sea of swords.

Ren Yang Qingxuan dumped the entire sword mound, and he couldn't suppress him.

Shi Yan and the others all muttered to themselves: "The gap is too big, the realm of the two is too different!"

Yang Qingxuan's fiery eyes stared at the past with a pair of fiery eyes, facing the ruthless gaze of the sky.

The two were silently in this sea of swords, facing each other under the star dome, staring at each other, hating to tear each other apart.

The corners of Tian Ruthless's mouth suddenly raised slightly, and he sneered: "Hahahaha, are you angry? Despair? This Infinite Sword Shrine is indeed terrifying. But everything in the world can't escape the corrosion of time after all. ”

The sky ruthlessly flicked the sleeves, and the yellow dragon suddenly appeared, turning into a long river of time.

The passage of time began to accelerate, tenfold, hundredfold, thousandfold, ten thousandfold......

Crape myrtle swaying for hundreds of millions of years.

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