At the moment when the fist shadow was stagnant, a cold snort seemed to rise from all directions, and gradually converged into a cold sound that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Heh......" Seeing the fist shadow wrapped in the firelight, its fall was unstoppable, the figure slowly lowered its head, the slender fingers as white as jade rubbed the long sword lying across her knees, the edge of her body rose little by little, she muttered in a low voice as if she was muttering to herself, "Abandon the way of heaven?!" Oh, what a big name, if it's unfair, why can't you turn your back?! ”

"Why not, huh?!" Her voice didn't have too much confusion, as if she didn't expect an answer from others at all, her fingers curled, and she tapped the sword lightly, "Hum!" Airplanes! Her voice turned low and cold, full of sarcasm, "Oh, why not! It's just a matter of whose fist is bigger! ”

"Boom!" Qing Yue's sword roared loudly, and the aftermath of the shock opened, and in an instant, it swept away the thunder, fire and wind power raging between heaven and earth, and a chilling and compelling edge swept from this figure, and this figure suddenly turned into a sword, a sharp sword out of the sheath, and the edge was exposed. The white-skinned hand grasped it, the fingers tightened one by one, and the figure clenched the long sword in his hand, and the surging heaven and earth vitality surged towards the long sword.

The brilliant sword light like the sun in the sky shot out from the long sword, and the sharp sword light penetrated the sky in an instant, with the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying. The throbbing sparks that swirled around the torn fist shadow, the swimming thunder, crashed into the huge fist shadow. Rao is Ye Chu's whole person is an existence outside this heaven and earth, but he is still the sword intent that is drummed on the long sword, and the sword intent that is full of sword rules is shocked.

"Bang!" The sound of a violent explosion resounded through the heavens and the earth. Before that, thousands of sharp blades were added, but they could not shake the slightest fist shadow, and they were crushed by this sword, and they were blown by the mighty wind. The streamer disintegrated into dots.

"Presumptuous!" The cold snort from before was repeated. In the majestic voice like Hong Zhongdalu, there was a slight hint of imperceptible anger, and the rolling condensation became a wave of sound, which rushed towards the figure from all directions. "The way of heaven maintains the stability of the world. Don't be obsessed! "In an instant. Countless purple-black thunderbolts that lingered with fire light erupted from the huge void in the sky. Between the lightning and flint, the entire sky was densely covered, and the wind and clouds were agitated, "surrender or destruction?!" This is your last chance. The majestic voice, with a thick coercion, echoed in the heavens and the earth.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! The dark purple thunder that filled the sky seemed to be in response to this sound, like a wave in the sky, rolling and surging, and the thunder and lightning that were about to move set off a huge roar that could shatter the eardrums, and the monstrous coercion became stronger and stronger, crushing towards the figure.

"Stability? Where is stability without fairness? It's like a pig, a dog, and an ant, telling you to kill if you want to kill at a thought, and destroy if you want to, this is stability, huh?! The figure raised his hand, pointed to the ruins around him, looked at the dust of the corpses scattered all over the sky, and his eyes showed a deep sense of sadness, "Heh! Whether it is to fight back or obsessive, we are not the same. ”

"As for the opportunity, hehe, it's a pity, I'm a cheap person by nature, and what I want will only rely on the sword in my hand to grab it, and I never need others to give me a chance, even if it's you!" The pitch-black hair was like a black snake, dancing wildly behind him, under the reflection of the thunder in the sky, the white face of this figure was glowing with a layer of cold light, and the corners of his mouth were torn up with a mocking smile, "Are you still fighting?" If you don't fight, get out! ”

"Click! Click! As if angered by the provocative intent in the cultivator's thorny words, in the rumbling thunder, one after another huge thunder snakes, like swimming dragons, brought a whistling wind, and the thunder that had been gathering momentum for a long time slashed down from the sky.

The white fingers curled and flicked, a little bit of bright light like stars, reflected in the dark eyes of this figure, refracting a faint cold light, raising his hand, an ordinary sword, no sharp sword light overflowed, there was no trace of murder, but it was just a terrifying feeling in people's hearts. One after another, the snow light pierced into the sky, tore apart the purple light in the sky, and slammed into the thunder that was slashing violently, and in an instant, the sword light and the thunder turned into nothingness at the same time, dissipating between heaven and earth.

The shattered world in front of Ye Chu was covered with a cold light that overflowed from the collision of this sword light and thunder, and he forcibly endured the waves of stinging pain in his eyes, Ye Chu narrowed his eyes slightly, and struggled to deeply engrave the sword of the cultivator's Dao to Jane in his mind.

"I don't know what to do!" The majestic voice sounded coldly, and it was easy to suppress the thunder in the sky, and the thick anger and cold killing intent that was not concealed in the slightest, "If you don't surrender, then you will die!" ”

"Boom! Rumble! In the sound of the explosion, the dark purple thunder in the sky swam towards a meandering place, quickly condensed and condensed into a dark purple-black, and the terrifying energy surged out. In just the blink of an eye, these energies rotated according to a mysterious rhythm, the light clusters twisted and emerged one after another uneven marks, a purple-black fist slowly formed, and the suffocating momentum on it became more and more vigorous.

The cultivator, who had always sat cross-legged on top of the tower, slowly got up, and a strong and pungent smell of blood quickly diffused out as she got up. Among the black pupils that dotted the paint, two red rays like flames danced, and she raised her eyebrows slightly, and there was endless killing intent rushing into the sky, "Don't you know what to do?!" You didn't know me on the first day, you should know that I'm a person who doesn't know what to do! Otherwise, he would not have turned a cold-hearted person into a lifelong friend. ”

Although there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, the cultivator's upright posture as a sword was imperceptibly a little rickety, staring directly at the thunder fist in the sky, and her eyes as white as the moon gradually became bloodshot. (To be continued.) )