Jiu Xiao's face remained unchanged, but Chen Han, who had known him for so many years, knew that this guy was really angry, but after all, he was inferior in skills, and he agreed before the war that it was only one person and one move, even if he was aggrieved in his heart, he didn't do such a thing.

Jian Wuregret just turned his head to look at him, then looked at the golden-bodied Buddha and said with a smile: "Buddha, start now?" ”

The existence of a monk who has truly reached the Mixed Yuan Realm is no longer a simple mana aura at all, but a borrowing of the power of creation from the soul origin to trigger changes in heaven and earth, and naturally it does not consume too much.

That is, the reason why Nine Nightmares has not completely entered the threshold of the Mixed Yuan Realm, and it is only the remnant soul, will have all the previous constraints.

Jian Wuregret naturally understands this realm very clearly.

The long sword 'Immortal Blade' in his hand was humming, and the strength of the golden Buddha light that pierced from the darkness before did not affect Jian Wuregret's confidence in himself in the slightest, he had always been like this.

Compared with the Nine Nightmare's shots, there is no doubt that Chen Han is more looking forward to what the situation is when the sword is handed out without regrets, after all, no matter what, the Nine Nightmas' previous shots are a little vague and a little scattered, Chen Han himself can't understand it, he can only understand the original Nine Nightmares' state of mind and avenue.

The golden-bodied Buddha didn't speak, just looked at Jian Wuregret himself with a smile, and slowly stretched out his palm.

The cuffs of the white-gold monk's robe flipped down, and he just raised his palm, without the slightest vision appearing, nor the slightest fluctuation of mana.

The eyes of the only monks on the Bitter Sea Star who watched this battle widened, the boundless darkness just now may have made people helpless and powerless, but there was still an option.

What is the meaning of the current gesture of the Golden Buddha?

They didn't hesitate for too long, and soon, Jian Wuregret gave an answer.

Without the astonishing momentum of the previous Nine Nightmas, and even the movement trajectory of his body, under the gaze of everyone, he couldn't see the slightest abnormality.

If it weren't for the starry sky, all the monks would even think they were watching the martial arts competition in the mortal world.

Jian Wuregret just held the immortal blade in his hand, and the word 'sword' behind him before and the Yuantu sword that was always buzzing seemed to have been forgotten by him, and he never paid attention to it again.

Despite this, it didn't look the slightest bit unusual, and all the monks still didn't dare to relax their spirits, and stared carefully at the figure in the sky.

It's just a pity that they were disappointed.

The other party's sword is like this from beginning to end, and his footsteps turn sharply in the galaxy, maybe the speed is not slow, but for the terrifying existence of the Mixed Yuan Realm, which can even cross the distance of the sea of stars in a single thought, it is really not enough.

But the golden-bodied Buddha, who was still smiling and silent in the face of the overwhelming dark world before, showed an extremely solemn expression.

The white and tender arm that was originally stretched out was never withdrawn, and the white-gold cuffs rolled up, and if someone stood in the same position as the sword without regrets, and looked closely, it could be seen.

In the open cuffs of the golden-bodied Buddha in front of him, it was not the inside of the white-gold monk's robe, but another monk's robe.

It was a dark golden monk's robe, with gold as the base color and black as the lines and patterns.

A smile appeared at the corner of Jian Wu's mouth, his footsteps did not stop at all, and the long sword in his hand was like the most ordinary iron sword among the mortals, even worse than the ordinary iron sword, he did not have the slightest cold light blooming.

If you say it by force, Chen Han remembered the 'Sky Chopping' that accompanied him on the earth. At this time, the two swords actually had a sense of similarity in Shen Yun.

A sword is handed out, and there is a dilemma of life and death.

These were the only words that Chen Han could think of when he looked at the back of that sword.

This feeling of integrating all his abilities into one is too good, but it's a pity that he feels that it is difficult with his current ability just by looking at it, because his path has not yet reached the end, and he has not yet broken free from the barrier and reopened a tool that belongs to him and walks this path.

A mediocre straight stab, not fast, even slow to a little boring, after all, this is in the starry sky, the distance is not too far in the eyes of ordinary people, but the distance between the two is too far.

Most of the countless monks present were Daluo Realm monks, and such a distance could only be reached in an instant in their hearts, but they were full of a hundred breaths of approach.

When the monks even felt a little bored, the sword was finally only a foot away from the golden Buddha.

Some of the suffocating monks were shocked, wanting to see how this slow-moving sword would be countered by the supreme being on the other side.

It was getting closer, getting closer and closer, and the sword stopped at a distance of only three inches in front of the golden Buddha.

All the monks on the bitter starfish held their breath, this was the most critical moment.

The corners of Jian Wu's mouth showed a hearty smile, and he laughed when he looked at the golden-bodied Buddha who still had that serious look.

Then, in the incredible eyes of the wide-eyed monks on the Nine Nightmares, including the Bitter Starfish, the palms of his hands were slightly forced.

Three inches away is nothing at all.

It's like the ancient long sword piercing into the chest of the golden Buddha.

It's a feeling that can't be put into words.

All the monks on the bitter starfish should have taken a big breath, but they swallowed this breath again, and they were so uncomfortable that they were going to die.

"What's going on?" Chen Han was also surprised.

The white-gold blood appeared, but it did not drip into the void as quickly as it did at the beginning, turning into a drop of golden lotus blooming.

This wisp of blood even appeared like a slow-motion replay that Chen Han had seen on Earth before.

As the sword weapon was sent into the opponent's body and then pulled out, the blood did not remain directly, but only appeared around the incomparably clear sword mark.

The blood, which had slowed down to the highest degree, appeared in an extremely exaggerated gesture, splattering out of the opponent's body, so slow that almost every centimeter of movement could make people suffocate to death.

"It's!"

This scene was not only seen by Chen Han, but also by the countless monks on the Bitter Sea Star.

There are many knowledgeable people, and some people quickly realize that something is wrong.

At this time, Jian Wuregret had already put away his sword and returned to the position where he was standing at the beginning, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was always there, looking at the golden-bodied Buddha still maintaining the posture of stretching out his arm.

I don't know how long it took, the palm stretched out by the golden Buddha was withdrawn, and the complexity in his eyes was needless to say, but he put his hands together and bowed, and then he didn't say anything more and disappeared into the void.

In the eyes of countless Bitter Sea Cultivators, this sword was extremely slow, but this Mixed Yuan Realm Venerable didn't even react to the speed of his reaction.

(End of chapter)