Roar~

Roar~

100 meters.

The two were separated by a hundred meters.

Magic light and a rain of swords collide.

This moment.

Both of them threw punches in the opposite direction at the same time.

The power of purity.

Absolute power.

The body and the will, ignoring all attacks.

Click~

The power of destruction strikes.

Su Ling and Wen Jiumeng retreated at the same time.

The distance between the two.

Ten miles again.

But.

The two of them didn't stop, as if they had made an appointment, and smashed towards each other with a punch, each punch carrying a destructive power, such a power was enough to tear apart any martial god powerhouse.

Afar.

Hundreds of thousands of onlookers.

There is no shortage of martial saints and martial gods, and there are even many celestial phenomena.

See the two in battle.

It's all shocking.

This has surpassed the imagination of the martial gods and celestial phenomena.

"Warm old dreams. ”

"Is that all?"

Su Ling said lightly.

He knows.

This old dream is far from that.

Fight like this.

It's boring.

"It's like this. ”

"It's really boring. ”

"One last blow. ”

Wen Laomeng spoke.

Heart.

Although furious.

But I have to admire Su Ling.

Or rather.

Heroes cherish heroes.

The eight major sects and the Demon Sect, who can compete with him, are only the First Holy Son of the Taiyue Heavenly Sect and the First Young Venerable of the Demon Sect, and now there is one more Su Ling.

Even.

He was not afraid of the First Young Venerable and the First Holy Son of Taiyue Tianzong.

On the contrary, he was afraid of this Su Ling.

This Su Ling.

Give him an unfathomable sense of the unknown.

What exactly?

He couldn't tell.

"Okay. ”

"Actually, you're no match for me. ”

"Not today. ”

"In the future, you and I are not the same world. ”

Su Ling said lightly.

Between words.

The body retreated.

The whole person has no breath in his body.

The sword array vanished.

The momentum is gone.

The same is true of the old dream, after the violent retreat.

The gods and demons disappear.

The magic light is gone.

Two people.

Standing calmly in the air.

But.

This moment.

In Wen Jiumeng's hand, a blood-colored long knife appeared, and the moment the long knife appeared, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder roared, as if the sky was furious.

A terrifying super treasure.

Within a radius of 100 miles.

All things wither.

There is not a trace of life.

The essence and spirit of countless strong people were all sucked away by the blood-colored long knife.

This is the case.

Frightened countless strong people.

Hurry back.

Retreated straight to the city wall, looking at the two god-like youths in the distance in horror.

"Su Ling is not afraid of the Holy Demon Blade of the Old Dream?"

"Two of you, it's terrifying. ”

"I didn't expect that the first day of the Demon Sect and the first day of the Ethereal Sect were so terrifying. ”

"I don't know which of the two will be stronger in the end. ”

"This battle is so exciting. ”

“......”

There was a lot of talking.

All of them.

Keep your eyes on the distance.

The strong man's gaze is very relaxed.

Although a hundred miles apart.

But I can see it clearly.

"Holy Demon Blade. ”

"One of the three sacred relics of my Holy Sect. ”

"This is the first time it has been used. ”

Wen Jiumeng said softly.

Scarlet knives.

Lift it up slowly.

The sky trembled with constant mournful.

The mountain peaks within a radius of 100 miles have long since collapsed.

It's a mess everywhere.

The voice fell.

The Holy Demon Blade slashed towards Su Ling.

Suddenly.

A blood-colored sword appeared in the space, devouring all things and destroying heaven and earth.

"The end. ”

Su Ling's face was calm.

With a smile on his lips.

Stretch out one hand.

Saw.

A golden lotus flower appears in the palm of the hand.

The golden lotus.

Twelve-petaled.

Radiating multicolored light.

In an instant.

The lotus flower became ten meters in size.

Twelve-petal lotus.

Twelve rays of multicolored light turned into a blood-colored sword, and at the same time.

Su Ling stood on top of the golden lotus.

Cut through the space.

Towards the old dream.