Mountains and rivers are broken, but I am eternal.

Once Chu Tiance came to his senses and was promoted to Xiaocheng, he fought head-on, and he was no longer inferior to the Netherworld.

The eyes of the ghost son narrowed slightly, the murderous intent under his eyes overflowed, the long sword swayed vertically and horizontally, and the majestic black python almost completely turned into a dragon.

The scale armor, which was as black as ink and sharp as a knife, became more and more condensed, and from a distance, it was almost the same as a real dragon.

At this time, the scale armor and double eyes of this black python were faintly agitated with a sharp blood-colored brilliance, sharp and fierce, tyrannical and ruthless.

After Chu Tiance comprehended the eternal true rhyme of the mountains and rivers, the Netherworld barely hesitated at all, and almost instantly began to burn his blood.

The terrible sound of breaking the wind was like a wild thunder dance, and every time the sword slashed, you could see the wide and deep spatial rift and cross the void. An indescribable terror and coldness faintly diffused on the edge of the spatial rift, and large waves rose up, and before they really entered the spatial rift, they were completely crushed into nothingness.

"Chu Tiance, you are really an unborn kendo demon, and your kendo talent is a hundred times better than mine, but today, you are going to die after all!"

The Netherchild laughed loudly, and his eyes suddenly burst out with a deep light.

In the next moment, two sharp rays, like twin swords, suddenly slashed towards Chu Tiance.

In an instant, Chu Tiance only felt trembling all over, and in the depths of his soul, the endless starlight suddenly exploded.

A brilliant and domineering golden light swept madly, like the fury of the sea of stars, slashing out fiercely.

Starlight Soul Kill!

With a bang, the fine ripples suddenly rippled, as if a boulder had been thrown into the middle of the lake.

Chu Tiance suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and a trace of chaos suddenly rose in his soul, and the endless starlight seemed to become dim in an instant.

"The soul of the peak of the Xuan Rank, it is indeed worthy of being a peerless demon, less than twenty years old, but if it is only about soul attack, even if it is a core disciple of the peak of the Shengang Realm of the Netherworld, thirty or fifty years of penance, it is far inferior to you. It's a pity that the soul of my Netherworld has already reached the ground level! Even if you have infinite means, the sword is a god, you will die today!"

The Wraither let out a low roar, and the light of her eyes deepened.

The deep and chilling murderous machine is like the unjust ghosts of the Nine Nether Hells.

Two jet-black sword rays suddenly burst out from their eyes, and slashed towards Chu Tiance.

The celestial phenomena are of the middle grade, and the mysterious soul is slashed!

"Ghost Dance!"

Suddenly, Ghost Dance Qiu let out a soft snort, and her purple eyes suddenly rose with a thick blood light.

A thick purple mist mixed with terrible blood suddenly spread from the depths of the Ghost Dance Autumn's origin.

In the next moment, the blood-colored soft sword slashed horizontally in the void, thousands of purple hair danced wildly in the wind, and a purple light suddenly pierced out from the center of the eyebrows!

The crisp sound of breaking suddenly sounded, and the two black rays suddenly broke from the break, Ghost Wuqiu's throat was slightly sweet, and a wisp of blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth, as if a white jade plate was inlaid with an agate. The foot staggered, but the figure did not retreat, and the blood-colored soft sword cut out a strange and strange sword tornado, wrapped in a terrible soul roar, constantly strangling the black mang that was cut off by the purple mang.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of the peerless demon of the ghost clan. ”

The Shadow Son was shocked in his heart, and a touch of incredible shock and horror rose in his eyes.

At this moment, he couldn't even care about jealousy.

Under normal circumstances, a martial artist who returns to the Tibetan Realm can raise his soul to the ultimate level of the Xuan Rank, which is already the best choice.

The creatures of the Shengang Realm can have the best soul of the Xuan Rank, and there is no one in ten thousand.

However, now, the beautiful girl in front of her, who looks a little younger than Chu Tiance, has a ground-level soul!

The Netherworld was named "Netherworld", and he was accepted as a disciple by the elders of the Yuan Soul Realm and the Ghost Mist Mother-in-law at the beginning, and his soul talent was naturally far superior to his peers, and he also had a great opportunity to have a ground-level soul in the middle of the Returning to the Tibetan Realm. And the Xuan Yu Soul Slash is the most powerful and mysterious celestial phenomenon in the Netherworld Palace.

Simply competing for soul fighting, and waiting for the powerhouses of the Idle Yuan Soul Realm, I am afraid that they may not be the opponents of the Netherworld.

However, now, a girl from the Shengang Realm actually resisted this blow head-on!

Chu Tiance's eyebrows were furrowed, he took a deep breath, barely suppressed the sharp pain in his soul, exhaled like thunder, and his eyebrows suddenly became brilliant.

It was like a vajra bead emerging in the void, and the brilliant soul was rushing and roaring, slashing towards the black mang.

"In the final analysis, it's just the Divine Gang Realm, Xuanyu Soul Slashing!"

The Netherworld snorted, and two black rays surged again, one left and one right, shooting out towards Chu Tiance and Ghost Wuqiu respectively.

"Wuqiu, be careful!"

There was a crisp click, Xingyao Soul Killing collided with the black mang, Chu Tiance was extremely numb and painful, and his whole body was like being struck by lightning, and even his body became sluggish and difficult.

Almost at the same time, the black light of the soul that stabbed at Ghost Dance Autumn collapsed in front of the blood-colored sword tornado in an instant.

It's just that Ghost Dance Autumn didn't have time to be happy at all, and the moment the black mang collapsed, the majestic black python sword glow suddenly soared, tearing the void and descending suddenly!

Soul attack, extremely mysterious, can't be calculated by common sense at all.

This kind of subtlety is not only ethereal and subtle, swift and sharp, but also virtual and real, unpredictable.

In a single thought, truth and falsehood are intertwined and endlessly changing.

The two black rays seem to be the same, fierce and fierce, like lightning.

However, in fact, one that attacked Chu Tiance was almost full force, and the one that attacked Ghost Wuqiu was a false move.

But even so, the two of them didn't dare to be careless at all, their souls attacked, the virtual and real transformed, and they only moved in their hearts.

The Netherworld is a real earth-level powerhouse, with the earth-level soul, urging the Xuanyu soul of the middle grade of the celestial phenomena, even if it is a strong person in the Yuan Soul Realm, if he is not careful, he will die and his soul will be destroyed, and he will never recover. Even though Chu Tiance and Ghost Wuqiu are talented and have great combat power, after all, they have practiced for more than a hundred years, and it is still difficult to barely protect themselves, so they are not qualified to see the moves.

"The blood mist of the Stygian Mountain, the fog cage is thousands of miles!"

The ghost danced and shouted, and his feet were light, like a fairy among the flowers, dancing and dancing.

The soft sword was like a flexible long whip, spinning wildly around the body, and the blood mist was like a vast sea, completely enveloping the body.

Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!

The sound of a fine collision continued to sound, and with each collision, Ghost Dance would explode a few steps back.

Dozens of swords were endless, the blood on Ghost Wuqiu's lips intensified, and his purple eyes faintly flashed with a sense of tiredness and pain.

The dark eyes of the ghost son had completely turned blood, and a little blood beads continued to overflow from the eyes.

A thick black mist, stirring with a hearty killing intent and tyranny, completely enveloped his body.

At this moment, the Netherchild has already pushed his power to the true extreme!

(End of chapter)