More and more pale arms stretched out in all directions, almost enveloping Xiao Daocheng, and the white hand temporarily replaced the sun, becoming the only thing that could be seen in the sky above Xiao Daocheng.

The whole city was in despair, and many people sat on the ground weakly, watching the looming catastrophe.

"Extreme Storm Style!"

A low voice sounded softly from a corner of the city, and Jiang Yan drew his long sword and slashed towards the sky.

Countless fragments of sword qi appeared in the air, and as soon as they appeared, they spun rapidly.

Jiang Yan kept his sword splitting posture still, and more and more sword qi was born, and the sword qi rotated, and they formed a tornado...... Sword Qi Tornado, a tall and hundred-foot sword qi tornado.

The sword qi tornado went up against the air, colliding with the falling white hand, and without a sound, the dense arm was torn apart by the sword qi and turned into powder.

But more pale arms were born from the white-handed tree, and they hammered like moths to a fire towards the sword energy tornado below.

A steady stream of innate qi used the storm style martial art as a medium to turn into a flood of sword qi to attack the white trees in the sky.

Since Jiang Yan advanced to the Crystal Realm, he once again used the Storm Sword Style, and his power increased again, and the ordinary third-order weirdness was absolutely difficult to stop his terrifying sword style, but his white hand blocked it.

Of course, this is not surprising.

This white tree of unknown category should be a fourth-order weird.

Call!

Suck!

Jiang Yan exhaled deeply, he quickly retracted his sword, and quickly slashed out a sword diagonally, just shot, on the one hand, to prevent the white hand from descending and causing an irreparable disaster wound to Xiao Daocheng, on the other hand, he also wanted to initially test its strength.

Since it can't be eliminated quickly, it can only be blasted out of the range of Xiaodaocheng first, otherwise, once Jiang Yan is fully combat, he can't care about Xiaodaocheng, and the aftermath of the fourth-order battle can't be borne by ordinary people.

His attack became more and more violent, one sword faster than the other, and finally, half an hour later, Jiang Yan blasted his white hand out of the sky above Xiaodaocheng.

"I can finally make a move without any scruples. Jiang Yan stepped on the head of the city, his palm was slightly loose, and the long sword fell and inserted into the brick crack.

Without the support of the innate Gang Qi, the white hand quickly got rid of the sword blade storm, but at this time, Jiang Yan suddenly took a step forward from the mountain, he clenched his fist fiercely, and above his head, a huge fist with raging flames also appeared.

This is the Wind and Fire Fist, Jiang Yan's newly cultivated martial art, the wind is torn, the clouds are swinged, and a giant fist is in the air.

In mid-air, the white hand also made a new movement, its size suddenly shrunk, shrinking to only five feet high, facing the huge fist that came from the sky, its body trembled, and countless tiny arms formed a conch shape.

"Woooooo

The conch made a low sound, and the sound echoed one after another, and instead of spreading around, they were stacked on top of each other, gathering into a bundle.

This is an indescribable, invisible, force, it belongs to sound, it belongs to waves, it hits the Wind and Fire Fist, the Wind and Fire Fist that burns with heavy flames is like a heavy glass that has encountered a heavy hammer, countless cracks emerge at the same time, the cracks are intertwined, and rapidly expand.

Silently, the Wind and Fire Fist shattered into even small pieces, and then turned into countless sparks and scattered.

The sound beam continued to move forward, penetrating Jiang Yan's body in an instant, blowing him to pieces.

Jiang Yan's figure slowly appeared in another part of the city wall, and it was his phantom that was shattered by the sound wave just now, and he avoided the attack of the white hand with a giant whale rush in advance.

The moment Jiang Yan avoided the sonic attack, the white hand instantly withdrew all his arms, revealing a miserable white body, and a huge gap immediately opened in the center of its body.

A pitch-black eye was revealed, and it looked at Jiang Yan calmly, and Jiang Yan's figure was reflected in its pupils.

Click! The dark eyes shattered instantly!

Jiang Yan's surroundings then froze, and this powerful restraining force directly fixed him in place, and his whole body burst out with innate qi, trying to quickly get rid of this abnormality.

Airplanes!

White hands appeared behind Jiang Yan, countless arms condensed, and they combined into a blazing white gun, an extremely sharp gun, this gun stabbed out, and its target was Jiang Yan's heart.

Unable to get rid of the confinement for the time being, Jiang Yan didn't have any panicked feeling in his eyes, large black lines appeared on his skin, and on the chest and mouth blocked by his clothes, three twisted and ugly beast heads suddenly appeared.

Behind Jiang Yan, three fierce beast phantoms roared and rushed towards the blazing white spears that had already pierced the storm, and they collided together.

In an instant, the incandescent white spear pierced the empty cicada one after another, and the phantom of the dragon deer was against the barberry after the breath dropped significantly, and the next moment, an invisible wind blew, and the two were annihilated at the same time.

The Twelve Volt Beast Xuan Sutra operated, blocking this terrible blow for Jiang Yan.

Fire!

In an instant, a white flame instantly appeared above the white hand's head, it burned calmly, taking advantage of the moment when the blazing white spear and the fierce beast were annihilated, before the white hand could make any other movements, it fluttered down.

Without any sound, the Pure Spirit True Fire enveloped the white hand, instantly burning it to cracks, and large swaths of black slippery liquid poured out of the white hand tree, trying to isolate the scorching heat.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Yan burst out with all his strength, broke free from the shackles of space, and he held the sword standing on the head of the city again.

Call!

Jiang Yan clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, his eyes were cold, he raised his eyes to look at the white hand that was entangled with the Pure Spirit True Fire, at this moment, the white hand had already risen into the air at an extremely fast speed, and distanced himself from him.

He slowly raised the sword, and then slashed down, this sword fell very slowly and heavily, which seemed to make Jiang Yan use up his strength.

As this sword fell, on the city wall, Jiang Yan's figures holding swords and slashing appeared one after another, and they all held their swords to keep attacking, and the target was the weirdness in the sky.

In the end, ten thousand swords were united, and a small black-red sword phantom was formed, this sword style was ancient, from the tip of the sword to the hilt was dyed one after another, little by little black and red light, it exuded a strong aura of destruction.

With a bang, this terrible black and red little sword slashed down! Straight to the white hand in the air, the whole sky, this black and red little sword instantly attracted all the attention, and it stabbed on the white hand at once!

Return to the sword pose!

The strongest attack sword style that Jiang Yan has mastered so far, combined with the meaning of ten thousand swords into one, can instantly condense the power in the body and combine it into one blow, and Jiang Yan used ninety percent of his innate qi when he took out the sword this time, and only one percent was left, so he was prepared for the unexpected.

The small white tree was pierced in half by a thin black-red thread, and the gray-white Pure Spirit Flame burrowed into its wound, and the white hand contrasted, but there was no response, it was already dead, and the flames only burned the remains of its corpse.

Jiang Yan beckoned, retracted the gray-white Pure Spirit Flame, and came back with the Pure Spirit Flame, as well as a large piece of black and gray smoke, which quickly merged into Jiang Yan's left hand and disappeared.

Jiang Yan pulled the long sword back from its scabbard, only to find that there were still many people standing on the head of the city, led by a middle-aged martial artist with a broken arm, and at this moment, this broken arm martial artist was looking at him dumbfounded.

"Who are you?" he asked.

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PS: Thank you for the reward from Liuxiang, you and Xiaoyue, Xiaocao, Xiaohao in general, have become my iron fans, happy.

PS: I know, I'm not very good at depicting battles, and in today's chapter, I've spent a lot of brain cells, and I'll continue to work hard, so please continue to support me.